The Golden Age of Hollywood . Tom Riddle

Chapter 14

Two feminine voices echoed softly between the stone corridor walls.

"When are you coming to the dorms?"

"I don't know, soon. I'll grab Tom from the library."

Abraxas smirked. From his hiding spot in the dark niche he couldn't see who was talking, but he still easily told apart voices of Norma and Lucretia Black, anticipation tightening his chest.

"Alright. See you!"

"You too!"

He heard the door to the common room shut, and from then only one pair of soft steps could be heard. The darkness around him felt alive, pulsing along with his quickened heartbeat. With a relaxed grin, Abraxas walked into the dim light and blocked Norma's way- so quickly, she actually bumped into him and stumbled a step back. His jaw went slack at the feeling of her warm body touching his chest for a heartbeat, the contact sending a thrill down his spine.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, his voice a low murmur that barely masked the excitement thrumming beneath it. Norma looked outraged and instinctively took a step back. She always seemed more confrontational than necessary with him, but Abraxas wrote that off as something that is peculiar to their relationship. He liked Norma's sharpness, after all.

Norma rolled her eyes. She looked good, as always. Her cheeks now were slightly flushed, those dark eyes beautifully rounded in surprise. It was a warm evening, and her jacket hung casually in her delicate hold.

"I have not changed my mind," said Norma firmly. "Stay away, Malfoy. If Voldemort finds out-"

"He won't," Abraxas replied passively, though his heart pounded in his ears. He was mesmerized by Norma's golden hair shining in the torchlight, seemingly speckled with glitter for extra shine.

Abraxas swallowed hard, suddenly feeling parched. Norma watched his throat bob, and he let his mouth fall open again, his pupils dilating as he drank in the sight of her.

"Voldemort has been very happy with me. Are you?" he asked.

Norma sighed and rubbed her nose bridge.

"Malfoy, I- it's... you're doing good, I don't know what to say, just knock it off-"

"I went with Grindelwald's guerillas to storm mudbloods' hideouts. I didn't show that to Voldemort, I left it for you," Abraxas said hurriedly, a note of desperation creeping into his tone as he tried to catch Norma's fingers in his palm, but she dodged him. "Want to see?"

"No- no, it's alright-"

"How can I please you?" Malfoy whispered, sounding pained and sunk to his knees, defeated. "What do you want me to do, you can ask for anything."

At this point Norma looked panicked, her breath coming out faster, in sharp and shallow inhales. The air in the dungeon suddenly turned cool.

"Malfoy, goodness... get up!" She stammered, checking around herself nervously, her gaze flitting to the darkened corners of the corridor.

"What? Are you scared Voldemort will see us?"

"I don't want shit from you, Merlin!" Norma whispered harshly.

Abraxas suddenly outstretched his arms and hugged her around the hips, pressing side of his face to the low of her stomach. The sensation of her body against his, the softness of her robes, made his skin tingle. Norma gripped his shoulders with all her might and tried to peel him off, but Malfoy didn't budge. He inhaled deeply. When she felt his warm breath seep through fabric and over her legs, Norma began trashing wildly.

Their struggle continued until faint sound of chatter reached them from a far end of the corridor.

Norma froze in shock, her hands still on Malfoy's shoulders. He reveled in the feeling: her sharp fingers were pleasantly cooling on his hot skin.