[Draco] Oh dear, here we go

[STEPHANIE ROSE LOCKHEART]

The day was dark and glum, seeming to fit the young girls mood perfectly. Rain fell outside onto the ground, and the young girl sat at the dungeons window, her eyes glued to the rain drops which seemed to be falling on the windows glass surface. Her eyes finally closed, a single tear coming out of her eyelid, and making its way down her cheek. She was thinking about the incident again, and wondering if it would happen again when she went home. The rape.. The worst part was was that it had been her father who had done it, and she had never quite gotten over that fact. Why her own flesh and blood would want to take something like that from her, never to give it back, and scar her for life yet again.. Was beyond her reasoning. She opened her eyes, her head turning to the fireplace. Softly, she pulled out her wand and made a soft spell, making sparks fly from her wand and a fire light up in the once desolate empty pit. A piece of wood caught fire and soon a roaring flame was coming from the fire place.

Head turned away, back to the window.. She had always imagined that somewhere someone was crying that she knew every time it rained. Maybe that was just her imagination, but it seeemd when ever she was ready to cry, it began to rain. At least, most of the time. She was not sure if that was elemental or not, nor did she really care. She just thought the rain symbolized her, and was frankly calming and pretty. She also loved the feel of the air just after it had stopped raining, and the feel of the damp grass against her bare feet. Simple things like that helped her get through her day.

A rush of wind came and her pet owl landed next to her, her beak empty. But attatched to her leg was a envelope, and on it it read, "Permission to go to hogesmeade this year again. With love, Dad." Her chin turned upwards as she scoffed. Yeah, right, like he felt anything other then a sick unnatrual love for her. She sighed, then started thinking about something else.. Draco..

He had always seemed to be there whenever she was down, but where was he now? She hoped she would find him, and closed her eyes. In her mind she pictured him kissing her, and so she took out a piece of parchment and drew a passionate embrace, of him kissing her and her being surprised and pleased about it. Little hearts decorated the edges of the paper, and she put a sweet lipstick stain on it as she kissed its surface. "Should I send it, Nina?" She asked her owl, stared back at her, tilting her head as she looked into her eyes. "Probably shouldn't..." She said and set the parchment down on the table, sighing softly yet again.

[DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY]

It was raining, though that didn’t stop him from quidditch practice. He didn’t care if the others complained nor did he care that Lavender wasn’t there to help keep the rain off them. They weren’t all that great in the wet and this practice was the perfect opportunity to train. Although what made it all the more better now was his newfound ability. Oh how easy it would be to rig the game, make the bludgers constantly chase their opponents whilst calling the snitch to him. the small metal golden ball would be all the more easier to catch, in fact he was sure he could have it in his hands within a few minutes of the game, but then where was the fun in that, his team wouldn’t even have the chance to score more than one goal.

Running a hand through his soaking wet hair, he called the team down, ending the practice and putting the balls away, a mundane job he would have gotten someone else to do last year. Now he didn’t mind, holding his hand up to the sky, he curled his fingers, the silver tribal marks appearing on his ski, moving lazily about. He bludgers came, almost together and he had to sidestep to miss on as it hit the ground. It rolled a few meters before making its way to the box, the cage shutting and clicking into place. The other bludger was much more cooperative, it landed before the chest, before bouncing and landing in the empty slot, once more Draco closed the cage on it and locked it. The balls, having been released from his power thrashed wildly in place as he shut the lid and carried them into the locker room.

Draco didn’t bother stripping off his wet uniform, nor did he bother drying himself, it was pointless as he walked back out into the rain, broom in hand as he headed towards the castle. Dripping water onto the floor, he swept into the common room and up to his dorm where he took a shower in the small bathroom, feeling the heat flood back into his body. Casting a drying spell on both himself and his wet uniform, he dressed, ran a hand through his hair before exiting into the common room. Someone had lit the fire and he was grateful as he made his way towards it. The other elementals weren’t in sight and he was sure the others on the quidditch team had already dried themselves and were busy doing their own thing. Only when he had gotten close to the fire did he notice another. He stared at the familiar dark head of hair.
"Steph," he acknowledged her as he sat down in the chair next to hers.

[STEPHANIE ROSE LOCKHEART]

Rain drops pitter pattered against the window, as a ray of sunlight came in through the otherwise gray skies. Stephanie then realized that that may be the last bit of sunlight for the day, for night was soon to be falling. Classes were over for the day, the sunset would be missed for now, and dinner wasn't for a while yet. Outside she saw the quidditch players practicing, and knew Draco was one of them. If only she could see him again. Maybe she should give him that drawing. It sat there, face up on the table. And so she was sitting there, when Draco passed by soaking wet. Her heart lept as she saw him, so strikingly handsome and just plain good looking. He did not seem to notice her, and went into one of the dorms right away. She heard his footsteps going up the stairs, then it was quiet for a few moments and she thought maybe he had taken a nap. Then, som noise entered her ears. She heard the water running, for the pipes were old and they made a lot of noise, and she smiled softly to herself. Wow, if only she could be his. Where'd that come from? From her heart, perhaps. She smiled to herself, furthering her detail on the drawing. Draco, topless, with jeans on... Her, in a dress... Perhaps this scene would never happen, but she hoped he would like the drawing just the same.

Then she remembered that he was an elemental. She had heard stories about them, horrible horror stories that they went through a lot of pain while using their elements, or something of the sort. She felt pity for him, wondering if this was true or not. She figured it had to be, for nothing else had been said about the elementals to contradict it. Her eyes closed as she listened to the water running through the pipes, the fire glowing orange, flaring beautifully in the grey sunset.

Her eyes opened as she realized that the water had stopped running. Looking around, she saw him coming down the stairs and smiled. He noticed her, and sat in the chair next to hers. She smiled, looking at him with admiration. He said, "Steph." And she nodded, looking away. Her eyes dared to go over to him, looking him over just a little. Completly dry now, no longer soaking wet, nor even damp in the slightest.

She turned to look at him more closely, at his blonde hair and striking eyes.. "Draco, I have something for you.. Perhaps it will tell of how I have felt for a long time.." She handed him the picture drawing of them in passionate embrace, their lips locked against one another. She looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes for fear of his reaction.

"See, I've liked you for a while now... " She said softly, stealing a glance at him. If only he were hers, if only she could kiss him.. Like in that drawing... She looked at him, and got up, taking his hand and sitting in his lap. Out of the blue, she kissed him, a passionate, wild kiss that showed her ever growing love and affection for him.

[DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY]

He saw the movement of her head as she nodded before she looked away. What was up with her, he wondered but didn’t bother asking. Instead he turned his grey eyes to the fire, wondering how much light would reflect off them when they turned the molten silver. He'd have to find out some time. No one had said anything about them but then he hardly used his powers around a fire. The warmth of the fire had chased away the last of the biting cold from outside and he could have gone to sleep right then and there it was just so warm.

But the peace and quiet didn’t last for long. He turned his head back to Stephanie, wondering what she had to give him. He took the paper and looked at it. A drawing of the two of them. Well she certainly had a vivid imagination, he thought and a good hand in drawing. He was never one for drawing. She said something yet he was too interested in the detail of the picture and before he knew it, she was on his lap kissing him.

He wanted to shove her off his lap, accuse her of wanting him just because he had these powers now, but he knew her, she wasn’t exactly that type of girl. Instead, he dropped the parchment and pushed on her shoulders. Maybe creating a metal guard would have been easier to detach her from his mouth.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, the words coming out almost as a hiss, "Just because you drew the picture doesn’t me you have to act it out." He pushed back in the seat a little, creating more space between their mouths.
"You have horrid timing," he spoke to her, letting a hand drop from her shoulder so he could run it through his hair. He had the elemental ability now to worry about, he had to babysit the others and organise them, heck he had become self appointed leader to them, he had school and quidditch and now this. It was a little too much for him at the moment.
"Pansy would kill you if she heard or saw that," he said. Pansy always thought he was hers, something that annoyed him yet he tolerated it.