After the Dawn
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Bellatrix
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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70,719
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8
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2
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Draco Malfoy picked his way across mossy rocks as he climbed up into the mountains above Hogsmeade. Every few minutes he stopped, looking around him to make sure he wasn't being followed.
He clutched a large heavily-laden basket with one hand and drew his long black cloak more tightly around him with the other. The wind ruffled his pale blonde hair and tugged at his scarf and cloak at he made his way up the steep slope.
Finally he reached the entrance to the small cave that was hidden halfway up the hillside. Hidden to all those who didn't bear a Dark Mark that is. He looked over his shoulder one more time before going in.
He wrinkled his noise at the damp musty smell as he entered. It was both gloomy and dank... but hey... at least he was no longer being battered by the wind.
Draco squinted into the darkness. "Auntie?" he said hesitantly when he saw no one.
"Draco?" said a soft hiss behind him, making him jump every so slightly. Bellatrix Lestrange was standing half hidden in the shadows behind him, close to the door. She slowly stepped into the light. She was wearing the same simple black dress that she been wearing 3 days ago when she'd left his house. Her feet were bare and her hair was hanging in a brunette tangle around her face.
The warm smile curving her lips suggested she was genuinely pleased to see him... but there was a predatory gleam in her eyes he didn't like.
He had avoided her as much as he had been able to in the few days she'd been staying at the Manor. However it had been impossible to avoid her all together. And every time he had seen her he'd had the uncomfortable feeling she could see what he was thinking. She probably could. He knew from experience his aunt was a rather talented Leglimens. Not at good as her master of course... but good enough.
That was when the teasing had started. When she had taught him Occlumency.
She had taken sadistic pleasure in seeing every dark dirty thought in his mind... and some of them had been about her.
He hadn't been able to help it. Ever since she had got out of Azkaban he'd been mesmerized by her. Even at 15 he hadn't been completely innocent… and she was the most powerful, beautiful and seductive witch he had ever met.
Of course for a long time he'd denied… even to himself… that he lusted after his Aunt. Until one night when he had got up for a midnight snack and had happened to walk past the ajar door to her room.
He wished he could forget the sight of her… lying back on the bed… eyes closed… one hand clenched out a handful of her rumpled sheets and the other between her spread legs… but the image seemed to be seared onto his brain.
She hadn't even been embarrassed when… not long after… the lessons had started… and she'd found out what he'd seen.
But ever since then she'd seemed to take particular amusement in teasing and tormenting him. He guessed that was her idea of fun.
At any rate it had been hell of a motivation to learn Occlumency. He'd worked hard and learned it quickly so he wouldn't have to endure her breaking into his mind… again and again… seeing all the memories he most wanted to hide.
Her raspy purr of a voice broke into his thoughts. "Are you just going stand there or are you going to show me what's in the basket?" she said amusedly.
Embarrassment flushed over his face. He was willing to bet she had guessed what he had been thinking.
He quickly showed her the change of clothes and the food in the basket, deliberatly not meeting her eyes.
"What a good boy taking care of Auntie" she drawled, deliberately letting her hand brush his as she took the basket. He scowled at her mocking tone. "My Mother made me" he muttering, just loud enough for her to hear. She snorted in amusement.
"Awwww" she said in a mocking, babyish voice as she took a few steps closer, invading his personal space. "Did she twist… your arm" she said, stroking her hand down the side of his arm. Her grin widened when he stiffened and pulled away.
She took another step closer… and another… until he was backed up against the wall.
He looked slightly scared, rather angry and more than a little aroused.
She was way too close. It was hard to think straight when she was breathing down his neck like this. And he had had more than enough of her teasing.
"What's the matter?" she purred, reaching out to stroke his hair. He pushed her hand away. "Get off" he snapped.
Surprise and something like triumph flickered over her face. "What?" she said silkily.
"Stop it. You know damn well how you affect me" he said coldly. "Well, well, well. So you do have a spine after all. I'm almost impressed" she said airily, a smirk on her face.
He scowled. "I was thinking you took after your cowardly Father…" she said wickedly.
He dug his nails into his palms to stop himself saying something he would regret. After all… it wasn't a good idea to piss her off. Not unless you had a death wish.
"I have to go…" he said after a long moment of silence. She looked rather peeved he hadn't risen to her bait. Then she smiled evilly.
"Do come visit again soon" she purred, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Just as she leaned in he moved his head. The kiss she had aimed for his cheek caught him square on the lips.
She seemed surprised but didn't pull away. He couldn't stop himself pressing his advantage and kissing her hard. She tasted like she smelled… dark, sweet and poisonously addictive.
All rational thought deserted him when… for just a moment… he felt her kiss him back… savagely… biting his lip.
She didn't know where the sudden surge of lust had come from. One moment she was taunting him… and the next moment they were kissing… responding to the eager press of his mouth of hers… and she could taste blood on her lips…
His reluctance to stop was clear as she pushed him away, unconsciously licking her lips. He looked rather dazed.
Her eyes widened slightly as her gaze travelled down his body to the slight bulge his pants. "You might want to get rid of that before you get back to the Manor" she said smugly.
He swore vehemently to himself as he went back out into the cold, her mocking laughter ringing in his ears.
Draco Malfoy picked his way across mossy rocks as he climbed up into the mountains above Hogsmeade. Every few minutes he stopped, looking around him to make sure he wasn't being followed.
He clutched a large heavily-laden basket with one hand and drew his long black cloak more tightly around him with the other. The wind ruffled his pale blonde hair and tugged at his scarf and cloak at he made his way up the steep slope.
Finally he reached the entrance to the small cave that was hidden halfway up the hillside. Hidden to all those who didn't bear a Dark Mark that is. He looked over his shoulder one more time before going in.
He wrinkled his noise at the damp musty smell as he entered. It was both gloomy and dank... but hey... at least he was no longer being battered by the wind.
Draco squinted into the darkness. "Auntie?" he said hesitantly when he saw no one.
"Draco?" said a soft hiss behind him, making him jump every so slightly. Bellatrix Lestrange was standing half hidden in the shadows behind him, close to the door. She slowly stepped into the light. She was wearing the same simple black dress that she been wearing 3 days ago when she'd left his house. Her feet were bare and her hair was hanging in a brunette tangle around her face.
The warm smile curving her lips suggested she was genuinely pleased to see him... but there was a predatory gleam in her eyes he didn't like.
He had avoided her as much as he had been able to in the few days she'd been staying at the Manor. However it had been impossible to avoid her all together. And every time he had seen her he'd had the uncomfortable feeling she could see what he was thinking. She probably could. He knew from experience his aunt was a rather talented Leglimens. Not at good as her master of course... but good enough.
That was when the teasing had started. When she had taught him Occlumency.
She had taken sadistic pleasure in seeing every dark dirty thought in his mind... and some of them had been about her.
He hadn't been able to help it. Ever since she had got out of Azkaban he'd been mesmerized by her. Even at 15 he hadn't been completely innocent… and she was the most powerful, beautiful and seductive witch he had ever met.
Of course for a long time he'd denied… even to himself… that he lusted after his Aunt. Until one night when he had got up for a midnight snack and had happened to walk past the ajar door to her room.
He wished he could forget the sight of her… lying back on the bed… eyes closed… one hand clenched out a handful of her rumpled sheets and the other between her spread legs… but the image seemed to be seared onto his brain.
She hadn't even been embarrassed when… not long after… the lessons had started… and she'd found out what he'd seen.
But ever since then she'd seemed to take particular amusement in teasing and tormenting him. He guessed that was her idea of fun.
At any rate it had been hell of a motivation to learn Occlumency. He'd worked hard and learned it quickly so he wouldn't have to endure her breaking into his mind… again and again… seeing all the memories he most wanted to hide.
Her raspy purr of a voice broke into his thoughts. "Are you just going stand there or are you going to show me what's in the basket?" she said amusedly.
Embarrassment flushed over his face. He was willing to bet she had guessed what he had been thinking.
He quickly showed her the change of clothes and the food in the basket, deliberatly not meeting her eyes.
"What a good boy taking care of Auntie" she drawled, deliberately letting her hand brush his as she took the basket. He scowled at her mocking tone. "My Mother made me" he muttering, just loud enough for her to hear. She snorted in amusement.
"Awwww" she said in a mocking, babyish voice as she took a few steps closer, invading his personal space. "Did she twist… your arm" she said, stroking her hand down the side of his arm. Her grin widened when he stiffened and pulled away.
She took another step closer… and another… until he was backed up against the wall.
He looked slightly scared, rather angry and more than a little aroused.
She was way too close. It was hard to think straight when she was breathing down his neck like this. And he had had more than enough of her teasing.
"What's the matter?" she purred, reaching out to stroke his hair. He pushed her hand away. "Get off" he snapped.
Surprise and something like triumph flickered over her face. "What?" she said silkily.
"Stop it. You know damn well how you affect me" he said coldly. "Well, well, well. So you do have a spine after all. I'm almost impressed" she said airily, a smirk on her face.
He scowled. "I was thinking you took after your cowardly Father…" she said wickedly.
He dug his nails into his palms to stop himself saying something he would regret. After all… it wasn't a good idea to piss her off. Not unless you had a death wish.
"I have to go…" he said after a long moment of silence. She looked rather peeved he hadn't risen to her bait. Then she smiled evilly.
"Do come visit again soon" she purred, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
Just as she leaned in he moved his head. The kiss she had aimed for his cheek caught him square on the lips.
She seemed surprised but didn't pull away. He couldn't stop himself pressing his advantage and kissing her hard. She tasted like she smelled… dark, sweet and poisonously addictive.
All rational thought deserted him when… for just a moment… he felt her kiss him back… savagely… biting his lip.
She didn't know where the sudden surge of lust had come from. One moment she was taunting him… and the next moment they were kissing… responding to the eager press of his mouth of hers… and she could taste blood on her lips…
His reluctance to stop was clear as she pushed him away, unconsciously licking her lips. He looked rather dazed.
Her eyes widened slightly as her gaze travelled down his body to the slight bulge his pants. "You might want to get rid of that before you get back to the Manor" she said smugly.
He swore vehemently to himself as he went back out into the cold, her mocking laughter ringing in his ears.