Yin and Yang

Oh yeah...the disclaimer : Here \'tis...No-one belongs to me, only Storm Williams. I\'m taking a real chance in that no-one knows Narcissa Malfoy\'s maiden name. Thankyou to JK Rowling for not suing anybody who borrows her boys and girls.

Thanx to those who encourage me and put up with my insecurities. You know who you are!! Also thanx to those who review. Remember, I\'m insecure. I need to know if you like this story.

Chapter 1
“I swear, the minute I’m eighteen, I’m out of here...and I’m going to cut all this damn
hair off.” The angry sixteen year old girl turned on her mother. “ You’d hate that,
wouldn’t you?”
Narcissa’s eyes narrowed, just for a second. It wouldn’t do to get angry with her
daughter right now. She turned the girl around so she was facing the mirror again and
continued to braid the long, black hair. “Don’t be silly.” she fastened the plait with
the piece of black ribbon her daughter preferred. “Lucius will be here soon to take
you to Diagon Alley to get your school uniform and supplies.”
Storm brightened considerably. She didn’t want to go to Hogwarts. She’d had
friends of her parents teach her magic over the past few years. She knew enough to
get herself into trouble. She did, however, want to see her mother’s ex-husband
again. She’d last seen him when she was twelve. He’d scared her then, and he’d
treated her like a little kid. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror and
smiled. Much better than when she was twelve. If Lucius thought he was escorting a
child today he’d be sadly mistaken.
A house elf silently appeared next to Narcissa. “Mistress, please. Mister Malfoy is
here with the young Mister Malfoy.”
Narcissa preened in the mirror. It wouldn’t do to look anything but ones best, even if
it was only her ex-husband and her son.
Storm watched with amusement. “Mother, there’s not a hair out of place, as you well
know.”
Narcissa sighed. “Which is more than can be said for you.” she looked at Storm
critically. Her hair was already escaping from it’s neat plait, and her jeans and
crop-top were in direct contrast to her mother’s elegant designer dress. “I wouldn’t
be surprised if Lucius refuses to take you.”
“I won’t have to go to school then, will I?”
“Don’t get smart with me. Lucius used his considerable influence to get you in there.
You’re going.” she turned and left Storm’s bedroom, knowing the girl wouldn’t be
far behind her. Storm slouched in the doorway of the lounge room while her mother
greeted Lucius and Draco with brittle kisses. Draco’s eyes caught hers and they
smiled at each other. Having not seen each other for two years, they were both
appreciating how the other had grown up. Lucius followed his son’s gaze, his cold
grey eyes falling on the slim girl in the doorway. Those eyes showed interest but
betrayed no emotion.
“She looks like you...thank God. Not her father.”
Narcissa laughed. “Now Lucius, careful what you say. Things have a way of getting
back to him.”
“Where is he, anyway?”
“Gathering his forces up North. He’s barely home anymore.”
Lucius nodded. “Keep up the pretence that he’s left you. That’s the only way I’m
going to be able to keep Lord Voldemort’s daughter at Hogwarts, if Dumbledore
thinks that he no longer has any influence over you both.”
Storm had been watching Lucius. She wished he was her father, instead of the
deformed being that was. He may have been powerful but he made her skin crawl
and she hated being anywhere near him. Her mother, she knew, was a shallow
woman-cold and calculating, but not stupid-seduced by power and the fear
Voldemort instilled in others. Narcissa, of course, knew Voldemort before he’d lost
his powers and been reduced to less than human by that Potter boy. She’d been
pregnant with Storm at the time, disgusted by the fact that she was pregnant again,
only a year after the last one, and praying that it was a boy, so Voldemort would have
his heir and leave her alone. She’d been almost glad when that curse backfired and
he’d disappeared, except that she’d had to go through another birth alone and raise
the girl herself. Thank God for house elves!
On second thoughts, Storm mused to herself, maybe it was a good thing that Lucius
wasn’t her father. He was, by far, the sexiest man she’d ever seen. She’d recognised
the look in his eyes for what it was, and wondered whether he’d go looking for her
tonight or if she’d have to find him. Suddenly, she was impatient to get going.

The trio apparated to Knockturn Alley, Lucius’ disregard for Ministry rules allowing
Draco and Storm to apparate, even though they were under age.
“Stay close, children.” Lucius told them, his icy glare discouraging some seedy
looking types from approaching them. He led them into Borgin and Burkes, where
Draco and Storm hung back while he conducted his business with Mr Borgin.
“Children?” Storm muttered.
Draco shrugged. “Ignore him, it’s easier.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t...?” Then he laughed, as what she meant dawned on him. “You’re not
serious. He’ll chew you up and spit out what’s left.”
Storm’s dark eyes flashed as she looked at him. “I’m not the same little virgin you
fucked a couple of years ago! There’s been plenty more since you.”
Draco smirked and pushed his long silver blond hair, so much like both his parents,
back over his shoulder. “Then I look forward to finding out how much you’ve
learnt.”
Storm laughed. “You wish.”
“A small wager, then? If you don’t get him tonight, you come to me.”
“You’d take what he rejects?”
“He won’t reject you.” Another smirk. “I don’t think you’ve got the guts to go to
him.”
She laughed again. This time Lucius looked over at them and frowned. Storm
controlled the impulse to wink at him, thinking that he probably wouldn’t appreciate
that behaviour in front of a shop assistant. “What do I get when I win?” She never
could resist a dare...or a bet.
“If...what do you want?”
“I’ll let you know.”
Lucius, his business finished, led them out of the shop and to Diagon Alley. They
went into Flourish and Blotts to buy their school books. Storm picked up a book.
“Dark Magic...How to Recognize It and Not Use It.” She flicked through it absently.
The wizard who wrote it had personally taught her some nasty curses and a couple of
poison potions. She pointed this out to Draco, who was standing very close behind
her and he laughed, his breath warm in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Draco couldn’t help it. His hand caressed the bare skin of her waist, fingers
skimming over the dragon - his dragon - tattooed on her lower back. He kissed her
neck.
“A girlfriend, Malfoy? That destroys the rumours.”
Draco smirked. “Disappointed Potter?”
At the name ‘Potter’, Storm turned to see who her half brother was bantering with,
coming face to face with Harry. She found herself looking into smiling and confident
green eyes, the eyes of the boy who had nearly destroyed her father.
Harry looked Storm up and down. “Disappointed...? No...not in the least.” he
pushed his fringe out of his eyes, smiled brilliantly and held his hand out to her.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Harry... Potter.” Just because he was dating Hermione it
didn’t mean he’d stopped appreciating beautiful girls.
Storm took his hand. “Storm Williams.” It had already been decided that she would
use her mother’s maiden name.
“There you are...” Hermione approached them, assessed the situation and placed her
hand possessively on Harry’s arm. She looked at Storm.
“My girlfriend, Hermione.” Harry told her, then to Hermione. “This is Storm.
Malfoy’s...er...”
“Friend.” Storm finished for him.
Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly at Draco, who just shrugged back at him.
“It’s casual, Potter. I don’t...need...someone hanging off my arm.”
For some reason, Harry felt pleased that Storm wasn’t Draco’s girlfriend.
“Which school do you attend?” Hermione was asking.
“I’m starting at Hogwarts tomorrow. I’ve had private tutoring ‘til now. My mother
decided I needed to mix with people my own age.”
“So you know which house you’ll be in already.” Hermione was desperately hoping
it wasn’t Gryffindor.
Storm smiled. “Slytherin, of course.”
“Of course.” Hermione mumbled, thinking that it didn’t make the other girl any less
of a threat... probably more so. She wished Storm had been sorted into Hufflepuff...or
even Ravenclaw. Hufflepuffs didn’t flirt with other girls’ boyfriends. But girls called
Storm that looked like that and hung around with Draco Malfoy didn’t get sorted into
Hufflepuff.
Lucius appeared behind Storm and Draco, putting a gloved hand on each of their
shoulders, his thumb caressing the back of Storm’s neck. “Come children...it’s time
we were moving along.” he looked coldly at Harry and Hermione. “Mr Potter...Miss
Granger...” he said, by way of greeting and farewell.
Storm caught Harry’s eyes as they were leaving the shop and winked at him, laughing
as Hermione turned on him, furiously.
Their next stop was at Madam Malkins Robes for all Occasions to get Storm her
Hogwarts uniform. Lucius left her there to be fitted for her robes, and to purchase the
other items she needed, telling her they would be back when she’d finished. They
weren’t back, so she crossed the street to the lingerie shop. If she had to wear a
school uniform she was going to get some sexy underwear to wear under it. Several
young witches populated the shop, in groups of two or three looking at the rows of
satin, lace and silk underthings. Storm heard Draco’s name mentioned a couple of
times by a rather unattractive ( she considered ) girl, who she heard referred to as
Pansy. She saw Hermione selecting sensible, white, albeit lacy, knickers and
wondered vaguely if that’s what turned Harry on.
Storm chose several lace g-strings in shades of green, purple, red, black and white
with matching lace bras and two pairs of silk boxer shorts and matching camisoles,
one set dark green and the other silver-grey, to wear as pyjamas. She figured she’d
probably need them, as she didn’t have any.
“You should get yourself a couple of g-strings...keeps them interested...” Storm
whispered to Hermione when she found herself next to the older girl while paying for
her garments.
Hermione frowned. “We don’t have that kind of...relationship. Harry doesn’t expect
me to dress up for him.” She eyed Storm’s brightly coloured bits of silk and lace with
distaste.
Storm sm and and raised her eyebrows. “Well, maybe you better...before someone
else does.”
“Get fucked.” Hermione hissed and glared at the dark haired girl before picking up
her bag and turning to leave the shop.
“I intend to...” Storm laughed. “Maybe you should try that, too. Great stress relief.”
She paid for her purchases and left the shop, looking up and down the street for
Lucius and Draco. She spotted them leaving the Apothecary, Draco carrying a couple
of bags of potion ingredients they’d need for school. He raised his eyebrows and
smiled when he saw the bag from the lingerie shop that Storm was carrying. She
laughed.
“So...I need some underwear.”
“I can’t wait to see you in it.”
“Mmmmm....I bet.”
Lucius watched them flirting, guessing from their behaviour toward each other that
they’d shared a physical relationship. He smiled. Naughty children. They were half
brother and sister. Still...he couldn’t fault his son on his choice of bed partners.
There was something about Storm that made Lucius glad she wasn’t his daughter,
apart from the fact that he wanted to take her to bed. At least he didn’t have to worry
about keeping unscrupulous men away from her. A task which, it seemed, her parents
didn’t worry about either. Feeling confident that his lack of scruples would afford
him a pleasurable evening, he guided Draco and Storm back to Knockturn Alley and
they apparated to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius was sitting in his favourite armchair supposedly reading some ministerial
documents. He found his concentration slipping, so decided to flick through the
‘Daily Prophet’, but more and more found his attention being drawn to the two
teenagers. Or more correctly, Storm. She and Draco were sitting on the floor, in
front of the fire, playing cards and drinking Scotch. What had started out as an
innocent game of Exploding Snap had quickly deteriorated into a strange game of
‘strip something or another’, as they’d gradually emptied the bottle of Scotch. They
had less than half a deck of cards left because when Draco lost he threw the offending
cards into the fire. It seemed to Lucius that he was winning, given the amount of
cards they still had left and that Storm was only wearing a t-shirt and knickers. He
silently congratulated his son on his skill with cards...or with cheating. He didn’t care
which. Storm won the next hand, causing five more cards to meet their fate with the
fire, one of them exploding as it hit the flames.
“How many cards are left?” Draco asked, as he threw his shirt at her, leaving him
still wearing jeans, underwear and socks.
She dropped the shirt on the floor and counted the cards. “Eighteen...no aces, three
picture cards.” she threw the King of Clubs into the fire. “Make that two...I didn’t
like the way he kept winking at me.”
“You better get rid of that other king and the queen as well then. They’ve been
eyeing me all evening.” Draco indicated the other two picture cards in her hand.
“Two queens then...” Storm tossed the cards at him. “Maybe you’d better take them
up on their offer, that’s the only way you’re getting any tonight.”
Lucius laughed softly and they glanced at him. He shook his head and went back to
reading his paper.
Draco shrugged and threw the amorous cards into the flames. “Okay, that leaves
fifteen cards...unless you’ve been offended by any of the remaining ones.”
The two of hearts went into the fire. “If that two had been an ace I wouldn’t be sitting
here nearly naked.”
Draco laughed. “I liked that two...” he took the remaining cards from her and dealt
them one each. “Highest card wins.”
Storm turned over a six which didn’t beat his nine. “Wins what?” she topped up the
two glasses with the last of the Scotch.
“The loser has to do one thing the winner wants...”
“I’m not going to bed with you.”
He smirked. “Kiss me.”
She smiled. No great hardship. She threw the losing ‘six’ in the fire, then wished she
hadn’t. It may not have beaten a nine, but it would have triumphed over the threes
and fours still left in the deck. Tough. She moved towrds Draco on all fours and
knelt between his legs. His hands on her shoulders brought her face to face with him
and she licked her lips. Her hands ran up his chest and over his shoulders, feeling the
muscles there, and behind his neck. She had to admit he’d certainly filled out over
the past two years. Much nicer than the skinny boy that he used to be.
Storm’s eyes met Lucius’ gaze over Draco’s shoulder. She winked at him and let her
lips meet Draco’s, in what was supposed to be a quick kiss. He had other ideas
though, his tongue gaining access to her mouth, meeting her tongue. His hands went
under her t-shirt, stroking the silken skin of her back, as she pushed herself closer to
him, clearly enjoying the unexpected feelings this kiss had evoked. His thumbs
brushed the sides of her breasts and he felt the groan at the back of her throat
moments before she broke the kiss and, breathing heavily, leaned her face into his
neck.
“That...wasn’t playing...fair...”
His fingers were still tracing patterns on her back. “I am Slytherin.”
She laughed softly and broke all bodily contact with him, just to prove to herself that
she could. She didn’t want to. “So am I.”
Lucius laughed. He’d been enjoying the sight of the two half naked teenagers,
wrapped around each other,singsing with uninhibited passion in front of him. Storm’s
dark eyes met his again, her fair skin flushed slightly, partly from the warmth of the
fire, partly from the kiss. There was no way he was going to allow Draco to take her
to bed tonight. She belonged in his bed, naked and writhing in ecstacy beneath him
while he fucked her, sleeping - when he finally allowed her to - curled up next to him,
ready to pleasure him in the morning.
Storm dragged her eyes away from the desire in his, far too aware of him still
watching her, and faced Draco again. He raised an eyebrow. “On with the game?”
She shrugged. What the hell? The ‘game’ was nearly over. “Okay.”
Draco dealt two cards. She looked at hers, and smiled, vaguely aware of the insanity
of the situation. Allowing herself to be manipulated like this-depending on the turn of
a card. She dropped the five of diamonds on the floor between them. A fifty-fifty
chance.
“I win...again.” the seven of spades landed on top of the five. Draco thought for a
minute, then decided to se Sto Storm was as brave as she thought she was. “This time
you...kiss...him.” he indicated Lucius.
Oh Hell!! She threw the rest of her drink back. This was what she’d wanted wasn’t
it? Then why the hesitation? She bit her bottom lip...two answers to that question.
One : because she hadn’t counted on being so attracted to Draco again, and two :
because she hadn’t counted on still being scared of Lucius. Admittedly, it was a
different fear to how she felt at twelve. Now she was aware of the intense desire in
his eyes and of the dangerous sexuality of the man. Not a boy she could manipulate
or play games with.
Draco laughed derisively at her. “I’m daring you...” he spoke softly in her ear, also
aware of the effect his proximity was having on her. “Remember our bet...”
Storm pushed him away from her. Arrogant asshole! “Well, either way, I win.” she
stood and walked slowly over to where Lucius was sitting comfortably, his grey eyes
fixed on her. “Do you mind?”
He smiled lazily. “Being kissed by a beautiful girl? Not in the least...but...” he
stood. “...we now play the game my way...naked and alone...” he pulled the t-shirt
over her head and tossed it to Draco, before capturing Storm’s lips in a dizzying kiss
and apparating them both to his bedroom with a click of his fingers. Draco threw the
t-shirt on the floor in anger, staring at the spot where Storm’s naked back had just
been. That hadn’t gone as he’d planned.

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