My Black Plague

Bring Me Crashing Down with You

Wind rips violently off the back of the train
Almost as fiercely as it blows through her hair
Almost as wild as the look in her eyes
As she gives him all her attention
All her focussed control let out in that one kiss
That was only a soft brush of the lips
The barest of touches
And everything stops because nothing exists
Nothing but her kissing him
And the fire where her lips touch his
Scorches his soul and leaves his mind singed
When she breaks away to leave him cold
Empty and craving more
While the rush of the world comes back to life
And awakens them like a wave crashing down
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Six long years at Hogwarts and he was finally going back for the last. It would be the end of a legend and the beginning of a new reign of terror as he and his other changed the wizarding world to their liking. With He Who Must not be Named kept in a weakened state, Death Eaters were free to do as they pleased. Most turned a blind eye to their master, not wanting to bring Him back to power but also not actively keeping Him out of it, while others were more concerned with how to use the new power they had. It was not every day that such a powerful wizard was thrown down by his own Death Eaters.

For now, all he was concerned with was finishing his seventh year at Hogwarts. Well, that and figuring out who that girl was that dared to sit in his compartment on the Express. She had been there before any them had gotten to the compartment. His other was the first to see her. He balked the moment he laid his hazel eyes on her slender figure and immediately took in her air of superiority. She had a perfect posture as she looked out the window. He entered the compartment alone and slid the door shut behind him. She turned to look at him coldly with feline-green eyes and a hard stare to match his own. Her delicately stunning features had him at a loss for words. Her fair ivory skin contrasted greatly with straight, ink-black hair that fell down to her mid back. As she waited for him to speak, she quickly gave him a once over through her peripheral vision, never once breaking eye contact. He could not think of anything appropriate to say in her so he simply grinned as he picked up her hand from her lap and lightly brushed her knuckles with his lips. She seemed amused as she returned the grin, flashing pearly white teeth. "It's been too long since I've been greeted in such a manner. Who are you?" she asked, kindly perplexed at the polite gentleman that kneeled before her.

"Blaise Zabini," he beamed up at her, "At your service Ma'am."

She blushed. It had been years since someone had last given her skin a fine red tone, "Please, my name's Victoria. Victoria Belphegor."

He continued grinning as he politely excused himself, promising to return immediately. He catapulted back off the train and located a tall boy with stone-grey eyes and platinum hair and began to tell him about the girl in their compartment. Before the blonde boy had a chance to respond to the intrigued look on his face, another slight girl with short black hair and dark brown eyes bounced up to the blonde boy and hooked herself onto his left arm. "Draco! I missed you this summer," she squealed as she attempted to kiss him on the lips but he did not turn so the best she got was his cheek.

"Hi Pansy," he said, annoyance thick in his voice. "How was your summer?" he asked with disinterest and did not listen as she recounted a few main points.

Blaise watched with laughter in his eyes as his best friend was assaulted once again by the pestilence that was his girlfriend. Draco stared at Blaise, anger building in his eyes, until Pansy spotted Millicent and left the boys to talk gossip with another girl. The anger seeped out of his cold grey eyes and was replaced with spark, "What was that you were telling me about? A certain female stranger in our compartment? Well let's go meet her!" The boys strode off confidently but were left disappointed when they got back to the compartment to find the girl had left. "This girl you spoke about, she wasn't invisible, right?" Draco looked around the room and felt for invisibility spells or charms but found none. The compartment was completely empty.

"Why would she leave? I couldn't have offended her. We hardly spoke!" Blaise growled angrily at the empty room.

"Looks like the summer left your skills a little out of touch Blaise," Draco smirked at his best friend as Blaise punched him in the shoulder. Draco laughed and sat down opposite of the window where the girl had sat.

"Maybe she'll come back," Blaise said hopefully, "She might be changing into her robes or using the bathroom or-"

"Or finding another compartment," Draco snickered.

"Shut up, you twit! I'll point her out to you in the Great Hall tonight. She's a Slytherin, you can just feel it. She might as well bleed green and silver. You watch, Draco, she's so gorgeous she'll have you hexing Pansy off of you so fast the girl won't know what hit her!" The boys continued to discuss the strange Victoria Belphegor and how Blaise had kissed her hand. "I thought it was smooth! Certainly better than just standing there looking like a Stupefy charm had just hit me," he grumbled unhappily.

"You ninny," Draco chuckled as Pansy slid the door open with Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle behind her. Draco greeted his fellow Slytherins but stood up while Pansy sat down in the empty space next to him. "Be back in a minute, Pansy. Wait," he made the demand for her not to follow him a forceful one as Blaise cast him one last 'you can't avoid her for the rest of the year' look. Draco scowled but otherwise ignored him and shut the door tightly behind him. He wandered down the aisle in the opposite direction the food cart was going. It led him to the last compartment of the train. Listening to see if it was empty, it was not. Some first year students were teasing each other about what house they would be sorted into. Losing interest quickly, seeing as how he thought they sounded like Gryffindors, he quietly snuck out onto the back of the train where a small railing was the only divider between him and the tracks the Express rolled on.

Leaning idly on the railing at the left corner was none other but the girl that Blaise had so vigorously described to him earlier, Victoria Belphegor. Her long black hair whipped wildly in the wind as her bright green eyes stared at nothing in particular. She had a cigarette in her right hand and did not turn to look at him when he closed the door behind him. She probably had not heard him through all the noise the wind made as it blew off the end of the train. He stood next to her, close enough to seem interested but far enough to seem like he was not. It was up to her to make the first move and she took the bait. After waiting a couple minutes of course, nothing better than a small game of cat and mouse. The only problem was: who was the cat and who the mouse? "What are you doing all alone out here instead of eating cake with your friends inside?" she inquired softly, almost lost in the rush of the wind.

He watched her full lips and small mouth and understood how Blaise had been awestruck at her beauty. Then he thought about her question and answered it honestly instead of making a pass at her. She did not seem like the type of girl that would go for a flirting approach like Blaise had attempted. She was more real than the other girls who were so involved in looking pretty while they whispered hexes at their cheating boyfriends from across halls. Maybe it was because she did not have to take time out of her day to look pretty, she already was. "Got tired of eating cake with friends, tends to get repetitive," he thought of Pansy and a sour look came over his face. She noticed and a small frown graced her features. "What are you doing out here all alone instead of eating cake with your friends inside?" he returned the question to her and her frown lengthened. Quickly, he rephrased the question, "Are you new? I've never seen you in the Slytherin dormitory before," he understood why Blaise had assumed she was in Slytherin. She gave off a feel that definitely did not belong to a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Huffelpuff.

"I'm a Huffelpuff," she said calmly. His face blanched. She grinned at him with pearly white teeth, "Just kidding!" He grinned and chuckled with her but did not say anything, waiting for her to continue. "I'm a transfer student from Beauxbatons. I was sorted early in Slytherin so I can skip the welcome dinner and go straight to unpacking and feeling at home, or so Albus says," she rolled her eyes. How could she feel at home in a place so different than where she came from? "Seventh year, you?" she asked, glancing sideways at him as she tossed her cigarette butt over the railing.

"Seventh, Slytherin too. You'd do well to know who I am if you plan on making through the year successfully," he eyed her sideways but she was looking at him in deep thought.

"Then in that case, who are you stranger?" she asked pensively.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. You wouldn't happen to be the infamous Victoria Belphegor I've heard so much about, would you?" he straightened to face her, looking at her from the front for the first time. She was lean even in black robes and wore the standard dress code for Hogwarts students: tucked in white polo with the Slytherin emblem on the pocket, silver and green tie, black skirt, and black shoes except her shirt was untucked and her tie was untied and her skirt was shorter than regulation allowed. The only things correct about her were her shoes. For the rest, he smelled a detention with McGonagall coming.

"Seems like my name got around pretty quickly. That's too bad. I was looking for a little anonymity at least until I got to know the school better," she frowned casually and shrugged.

"Your anonymity is safe with me Miss Belphegor, although I've heard so much about you from my dear friend Blaise Zabini. You're quite a remarkable lady in his eyes and I must say, his description was disappointing in contrast to meeting you in person," he smirked as he took a step closer to her. He could tell from the look in her bright green eyes that she would have taken a step backwards if she had not been with her back against the railing already.

"Not interested Mr. Malfoy," she said immediately, "Not in your dear friend, Mr. Zabini, or you," she looked at him forcefully, putting a determined look in her eyes that did not stop Draco from advancing one step more and making her slightly nervous. Her fingers gripped the railing until her knuckles turned white as bone.

"That's not important Miss Belphegor, you see, I'm interested you. I'm very much interested in you," the gleam in his eyes and the sadistic tone in his voice had her heart beating faster. Her eyes were wide, on the look-out and watchful for any signs of an attack on his part, but he had no such plans. The calm understanding boy she had been speaking to just a moment ago had disapperated and she was unexpectedly left to be the tiny black mouse to his white Bengal tiger. She would have to tread more carefully with him from now on.

She took a moment to relax, she could handle herself so she had no reason to get uptight, "You certainly don't seem discouraged Mr. Malfoy," she gave him a dirty smirk to rival his own, "We'll just have to see how that that lasts." She leaned forward two inches, just enough to lightly brush his pale soft lips, the barest of touches. It made everything pause until she leaned back to look at him and the roar of the world awakened the vicious beast within him that aggressively craved for more. She looked into his silvery eyes; his guards were up and they were colder than usual. She raised her hand to cup his cheek as she took a step closer to ease her slender body into his. She let her fingers wander down his hard jaw line and concentrated on tracing his lips gently, not glancing up until she had finished. With slender fingers, she held his jaw in a steel grasp and turned his head to the side away from the train. She breathed lightly against his colorless cheek and he wondered what she was thinking because he could no longer see her emotionless face. "I want to be there when you fall, Draco Malfoy," she purred maliciously in his ear before softly nibbling on his earlobe and flicking her tongue over it.

He took a half a step forward and pushed her into the railing so that she was bending backwards over it with his grip on her waist the only thing keeping her from falling, "I can't make any promises pussy cat, but can you settle for being there when I fuck you?"

She trusted him not to let go of her so that she would not fall off the train as she flattened her hand and back-handed him so hard his head snapped to the other side. "See you around," she opened the door to go back into the train, "Dragonfly," she added tauntingly as she gave him one last bright green glance.