Obsidian (Harry Potter Fan Fiction, Sequel to the Lazuli Trilogy)

Three - Orion

I pulled away from the pretty seventh year Hufflepuff I'd been kissing, opening my eyes slowly and giving her my signature, killer look. She sighed deeply, practically putty in my hands, and batted her eyelashes in a way that I assumed was meant to be alluring.

In all honesty, it made her look demented, but I kept that thought to myself.

"Orion..." she sighed, her voice dripping with adoration. I ran a hand through my black hair and leaned forward to kiss her neck, listening as she gasped. Around us, the train shuddered as it passed under a tunnel, and the light bulb of the bathroom swung about violently. However the girl - who's name I was slightly ashamed to say I couldn't remember - didn't seem to notice, instead focusing her attention on fumbling at the buttons of my shirt.

Suddenly, however, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and on the other side I heard somebody shout my name. I grimaced as I heard it repeated, a voice I knew too well. I again pulled away from the girl, and scowled. "If he wasn't my cousin, I'd kill that boy," I hissed to nobody in particular. The girl whimpered and crossed her arms across her chest as I stepped away and unlocked the door. Sticking my head out, I saw Toby waiting with an eyebrow raised, an unsurprised smirk on his face. "Can you come back later? I'm a little busy," I said with a devilish grin. Toby rolled his eyes and gestured towards a group of second years who were impatiently tapping their feet. "I wish I could, but there's a line, and you're holding it up. Besides, I need you."

I shot a loud curse word at him, but nonetheless looked back over my shoulder at the girl and gave her a wink. "My dear, I'd love to continue this later," I drawled in a low, husky voice. She nodded meekly, letting out a high-pitched sort of squeak as I tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. I grabbed my leather jacket and draped it over my shoulder as I pushed open the bathroom door and strode out, grinning sarcastically at the grumpy second years as I passed. Then, I draped my arm around Toby's shoulder and ruffled his hair mockingly, only to be wrestled off and into a headlock by him

"Get off me you twat!" I cackled, punching him in the ribs in an attempt to get him off. "Never!" Toby shouted back, ruffling my own hair and messing it up.

"Black, Malfoy! What on earth are you doing?" a voice drawled. We both looked up from the midst of our struggle to see Professor Toil - the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher - at Hogwarts glaring down at us. Toby released me slowly and I stood up, brushing my jacket off as I grinned at Professor Felicia Toil.

Professor Toil was only a couple of years older than us, having graduated from Hogwarts, successfully trained as an auror and then had returned at Uncle Draco's request to fill the Defence Against the Dark Arts post. She'd been a Gryffindor when she was at school, and I remembered from when I'd been a second year and she a seventh that her friends had called her Fell. Even then - though I would never admit it of course - there had been something mesmerising about her, something stunning about the way her black curls bounced when she walked and the laughter in her green eyes, which were now narrowed on me in distaste.

I'm not entirely sure why Professor Toil hates me so much; I paid a lot more attention in her lessons than I did in any of my others, although that's mostly down to the fact that she's one of those rare girls who are impossible to ignore, but I guess it's most likely because of my reputation. I'm famed around the school for having been through most of the girls, and whilst the girls I tend to associate with don't particularly care, Toby has often told me that 'older women don't like little boys who leave a trail of broken hearts.'

Of course, I don't know what he's on about, I don't even like her like that.

Not much anyway.

"Just going to a carriage, Professor," Toby replied quietly. Professor Toil quirked one of those perfect eyebrows and crossed her arms across her chest. She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, before drawling "well be quick about it, and quiet too. I wouldn't want to annoy the entire train before we've left London."