Crystal Power

Chapter 12: - Detention

It was arranged that Vir would attend detention that night. She was to help sort the new supplies and clean the desks. At seven she arrived in the dungeon, walked into the classroom and sat in her place. Malfoy as she'd reverted to calling him after he made her suffer during the potions lesson strolled in and narrowed his eyes.

"Miss Weasley, how honoured I am to have you arrive on time for your detention,? he drawled.

"Where's Snape?" she asked with stubborn venom.  

"Ah well, you are to serve detention with me. Sorry to disappoint you." She stared at him. "Right well." A gentle click sounded and his face relaxed. "Now he's gone..."

"What?"

"Snape, just making sure I'm up to holding detention." He sat down on the desk in front of her.

"Oh, erm... why are you here?" she asked, her expression one of confusion and anger.

"I just told you. I'm to make sure you serve your detention."

"Not that. Here. At Hogwarts?"

"I told you that I had a job."

"But why here? You didn't tell me that aside from spending most of the summer with you I have to spend the rest of the year with you too!"

"Calm down, Fox. The opportunity arose for me to study advanced potions with Snape, plus I do get to keep an eye on you." Her eyes narrowed. "We need as many advantages we can get. Staying together is important if we are to learn anything about this damn prophecy."

"Still. You gave me such a hard time today. You should have warned me, I'm not psychic. I didn't want detention tonight and I didn't deserve it."

"Fox, you are a promising student. Snape knows that. He also knows that you've had very few detentions and that you're Head Girl. He was determined to give you detention."

"Are we going to start Mr. Malfoy?" she asked standing.

"No," he snorted, "You really don't want to, Fox. I see your fighting yourself; you are positively dying to have a go at me. But, the Head Girl in you is telling you that I'm a member of staff and that you should listen to me. Which to you choose Fox? Vir, the girl I spent the summer with or Ginny, the girl who spent years hanging off the back Potters robes dying to get his attention?"

"I DID NOT SPEND YEARS HANGING ON HARRY'S EVERY WORD. I CAN NEVER GO BACK TO HOW I WAS BEFORE, none of us can. I HATE YOU; I HATE YOU FOR EVERYTHING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERY INCIDENT THAT HAS TWISTED MY WORLD. IT'S ABOUT TIME I AVENGED THOSE ACTIONS." She went to slap him, but he grabbed her wrists.

"That's better Fox. You forget that you are included in each of my actions recently. You are wearing the necklace I gave to you."

"Well" She pulled it from around her throat. "Here have it back. Give it to your precious Pansy."

"That would be rather difficult, since as of this morning she is no longer MY Pansy. We're through. She decided I was pathetic allowing you to stay. She also saw a weakness in my career."

"I'm sorry you split up but that's no reason for you to continue to torment me." Sighing she stood in front of him and looked down at their hands. He still held hers and the pendant, she looked up into his eyes and saw the barrier he placed over the window to his soul, her gaze was filled with sadness. Minutes ticked by as they silently looked into each other's eyes. He released her hands when he saw tears begin to well. Repositioning himself carefully as not to break their connection he drew her sharply closer. Her body jerked forward and he rose, wrapping his arms possessively around her, and broke their eye contact. He wrenched her closer and fiercely claimed her lips with his. His tongue demanded entrance, which she willingly gave him. Her eyes closed and he made a noise from deep within his throat. His body was pressed against hers; she pushed back. Without breaking their kiss they rotated round so the backs of her legs were resting against the desk. He pulled away from her and possessively stared at her, a smirk curled on his lips. His body remained touching hers and his slender fingers stroked her hair.

"I bet Potter never did anything like that," he smirked.

"Hmm. The dungeons never held that appeal." She smiled up at him and mussed up his perfectly styled hair.

"Oh, what you mean is that Potty was too scared to kiss you like that."

"No.... Yes, but honestly he hated the dungeons." Laughing he leant back in and planted his lips on hers. His hands snaked around to the front of her robes. He slipped the pendant around her neck and undid the clasp on her robes. She slid up on to the desk avoiding the cauldron; whilst he removed the lip lock and lowered her down. His eyes had lost their harsh edge but it was replaced with lust. He suddenly let go of her and shook himself.

"Vir, we've been here over an hour. Go back to your dorm. Snape will be in here any second." She sat up and pulled back on her robe. She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. "Vir, please. Don't do that. You really don't want Snape to walk in here and find us on this desk in some kind of compromising situation, do you?"

"Do you think he'd enjoy that?" Her hand rested firmly on his chest and flashed her eyes at him.

"If you are referring to the perverse pleasure he gets out of seeing others squirm then yes he would. But he really wouldn't let either of us forget this, ever. So VIRGINIA, as a member of staff here I'm ordering you to return to your dormitory."

"OK. Bye." Standing she kissed his cheek, still pouting slightly and then left, her lips feeling swollen.

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Vir ran her tongue subconsciously over her lips. She sighed and slipped into bed with her mind in overdrive. She was thinking about Draco and where she stood with him. He was a member of staff though and a MALFOY. If he kept tormenting her in more than one way she'd never manage to survive the year. Little did she know that he was having thoughts along the same lines.

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