'..."I want to hear you beg my name".
"Draco" She breathes in complete ecstasy.
"Good girl" I murmur bending her over.'
Two purebloods, two Slytherins, no more than acquaintances. A game of dares, of risks and nightmares.
-Dare
*Disclaimers:*
- Dra...
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Maeve:
I can hear my own heartbeat pounding mixed with the echoes sound of my steps.
My frantic run to the final destination. Adrenaline floods my system, pumps from my head to my chest, down my legs, beating alive inside me. I keep myself focused, my eyes wide. My throat tightens. I can taste saliva thickening in my mouth.
Then every feeling vanishes, as I finally take the last right turn. The gargoyle standing still and grand at the end of the corridor in front of me. I look round.
My breathing slows down. I blink to focus my eyes. My legs trebling at the sudden stop.
I take quiet steps closer. The alcove in which the bestial statue is placed emanates a kind of glow, a shimmer of sorts.
I can't linger. I regain concentration. My feet start moving again. I walk stealthy but decisively.
I stop a few feet away and with one last glance around I point my wand straight in front of me. My arm shaking, I grab it tighter and pronounce the words.
"Acid Pops"
Nothing.
Vomit threatens to burst out of me.
I close my eyes and try again.
"Sherbet lemon"
The ridicule of these words make no alteration to my focus. I know this time I have to get through with it. There will be no other chance like this.
I take a deep breath in.
"Cockroach cluster"
A second of devastating silence. Then a shimmer of golden light appears feebly all around the alcove. My blood rushes quicker now.
The concrete statue in front of me starts spinning upwards on itself to reveal a circular staircase. I take a step back, realising only after a moment the progress of my duty. I am close.
With every inch of me trembling, I take a step forward, and place myself on one of the many moving steps. Going up, higher and higher.
My body completely transparent still.
The movement stops and as I look up, a vision of warmth meets my eyes.
The room is circular. I can hear objects moving, ticking of unsynchronised clocks, metalling clicking, and the popping of a never ceasing fire burning without wood.
The walls covered in portrait of decrepit sleeping witches and wizards. I take one step in and feel the stair behind be lowering back to its original place.
"Homenum revelio" I whisper.
Nothing. I am alone.
I take an other step further in. I feel watched. A space too big in which to be alone. The many cabinets covered in dust, the clutter resembling the one in the first version of the room of requirement, however here there's a sense of it being alive, not forgotten.
