Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 36

Carefully moving my way through the student-crowded bar, I found a narrow space where a few wooden doors were marked. The cellar and lavatories signs were each crafted from iron wire that curled and knotted like druid runes. A few minutes passed as I watched each sign's moving wires reveal the proper lavatory. Some wizards and witches had the most curious and creative ideas for things that made me beam with delight.

Suddenly, the bartender from earlier ran up from the stairs of the cellar and knocked into me. Stumbling only a bit until he caught me, I realized I was quiet disoriented from the alcohol. I had never drank excessively ever before and although I felt uncoordinated, a feeling of power coursed through my veins; invincibility, that is what I was feeling. The mildly attractive man was still holding me when my thoughts simmered. "Let's have some fun, shall we?" I said mostly to myself, but he nodded and backed me into the women's lavatory.

The small chamber was meant for one person, but that did not matter once the surprisingly strong arms lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist. "What's your name?" He asked between kissing my chest and neck.

"Tress," I replied, giggling from the feeling of his tongue swirling against my skin.

"Miss Tress? Is that really your name?" He chuckled.

"Yeh, it is. Yours?"

"Byron."

"Well Byron, you've just caught me in a good mood." I concluded and brought my feet to touch the ground as I slipped my wand from within the folds of my robes. "Incarcerous!"

"HEY TRESS! What are you playing at?" Byron barked as ropes from my wand bound him to the covered chamber pot.

"Shut your mouth, and just enjoy this." I hissed, and unzipped his pants.

...

The ropes binding the brown haired wizard disappeared, and I stood up, still a little wobbly on my feet.

"You know, that's some mighty brilliant mouth magic you've got there." Byron said as he zipped his pants and stood to leave.

"You think you can match me?"

Byron's eyes sparked and he turned to me. "I've always loved the taste."

A laugh burst from me as he propped my thigh on his shoulder. My other leg wobbled to stay sturdy as he licked me. Between kisses and stabs of his tongue, I moaned when his teeth bit me in precisely the right places.

Finally, I felt satisfaction, and he straightened himself up.

"Where in Merlin's name did you learn that trick!" I sighed. "That was incredible, but don't think you'll ever be getting anything from me again. I call the shots around here." I rolled my eyes and looked into the glass to fix my disheveled hair.

"You're drunk, Tress." Bryon scoffed, and placed his hand on the iron latch.

"Byron," my voice commanded him to turn, "if you so much as breathe a word to this to any living soul, I will find you and make you suffer."

"Look Tress, or whatever your name is, I don't ruddy care. I've seen you with the Hogwarts crowd, so don't you threaten me or I will make sure you get in trouble too." Bryon shot back reaching inside his pocket, but finding nothing.

"Ah, ah, ah. Looks like you need to be more careful about what you say." I waved his wand in front of his face and snickered.

"OI, GIVE THAT BACK!"

"Imperio." I cursed him and watched as his eyes rolled into a daze. "If you ever see any dark wizards or witches or a large black Eagle Owl, press this wand to your neck and say my name. Understand?" I watched as Byron's glazed eyes blinked slowly, and he nodded. "Good. Now, get back to work." Handing back the bartender his wand, I shoved him from the lavatory.

After freshening up, I returned into the hallway to see none other than Lucius Malfoy within a crowd nearby. I watched till he noticed me and a smile found its way to my mouth as I snuck behind the cellar door. Within the moment, the young man followed me down the stairs and found me sitting on some empty casks. The cellar was colder than I expected it to be, but that would soon be remedied. The question now was to see who would break silence first. Approaching me slowly, the youth deliberated his words just as well as his movements. Hesitation began to bother me, so I marched over to meet Lucius and threw my hands around his neck.

The young man clasped my wrists to release my grasp upon him. "What the bloody hell, Maera? A cellar?"

"Oh don't be such a prude, Lucius." My chuckle slid up to his ear as I licked his neck and chin, then landing a kiss upon his lips.

"I'm not a prude, thank you very much." The reply was cold and my hands were wrenched from their grasp around him, and then thrown to my sides.

"Your ice burns me." This time, I shot my hands around his waist and pulled our bodies together. "Come on Malfoy, don't you want to play with fire?" I hissed, and bit his ear.

With a yank of my hair, Lucius pinned me to the ground under his body. "YOU ARE INEBRIATED MAERA!" He yelled at me.

"SO WHAT!" I snapped.

"I need to take you home." The young man replied calmly.

"WELL, GIVE UP! I DON'T HAVE A HOME!" I screamed back, and struggled against the weight holding me down.

Silence grabbed Lucius' throat as my fast breaths continued. "Wait? I was talking about Hogwarts; I'm taking you back to Hogwarts. Are you... are you telling me you don't have a home at all?" The gray eyes that questioned me softened, and I stopped struggling. "You have nowhere to go for Christmas?" A gasp left the student as he continued in a genuinely sad whisper. "You don't have a soul in the world."

"OH WOULD YOU STOP TREATING MY LIKE A CHILD!" I screeched, and fought against him.

"NO! No... not unless you stop acting like one." Lucius sat, and pulled me up with him.

"LET GO OF ME." In an attempt to transfigure and escape, I found myself unable to transform and tears began streaming down my face.

"This is not you. You would not make this so easy for me. I... I would like to take you home."

"Fine," I resigned, and discontinued my writhing.

"I don't think you understand. I would like you to come home with me for Christmas."