Love Bites | By : Bubblesoflove Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 20921 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. |
Chapter 11: Frustrate Me
“Can I come
in?” Mark asked from where he was still standing in front of the boys. Draco
and Harry looked at each other before looking at him once more and nodded
dumbly, not moving.
Mark
chuckled as Hermione came up behind Harry, curious to why the boys were
standing in the doorway and who the tall handsome man was.
“Harry?
Draco?” Hermione asked. Her voice broke them out of their stupor and they stood
aside, allowing Mark to enter the hallway. “Who are you?” Hermione asked.
“I’m Mark,”
Mark introduced himself.
“You’re…” Harry started and Mark
nodded.
“Yeah, I’m
your sire.” Hermione’s eyes widen in shock before she looked at Harry. Luna
came out of the room, now cleansed of the hangover and she meet Mark’s gaze and
smiled serenely at him.
“Hello
Mark,” she greeted. “It’s nice to meet you. Please, feel at home,” she led the
way into the living room. Harry, Draco and Hermione shared bemused glances,
wondering how Luna knew of Mark.
They all
made their way into the living room and saw that Luna was sitting in front of an
armchair, curled up on the floor, gazing into the fire as she hummed. Draco sat
on the chair while Harry took up the other chair as Mark sat on the couch
across from them.
“Is Mark
your real name?” Hermione asked. Mark chuckled as he shook his head.
“No, Mark is
an alias. I have a vampire name but I’d rather not use it because it’s well
known among the vampire clans and most of them want my head on a silver
platter,” he explained. Hermione nodded as she sat down on Harry’s lap.
“So, how did
you know where we are?” Draco asked.
“We are
blood linked. I can tell where you are anytime,” Mark explained.
“So you
could have come to us at anytime?” Harry asked, confused. Mark nodded.
“A sire
needs to know his children are safe. If I had felt you were in extreme danger,
I would have come.”
“What about
all the stuff I went through in my years at Hogwarts?” Harry demanded. “I saw
death, I saw Voldemort come back. I lost my godfather!”
“I couldn’t
intervene. Those were not vampire matters, Harry. I am not allowed to intervene
whenever I feel like it, no matter how dire the situation is.”
“Why are you
here now?” Draco asked. Mark sighed.
“I know what
you are planning to do with Voldemort and I’m here to make sure you get all the
ingredients you need.”
“Including…”
Draco started and Mark nodded.
“My blood,”
Mark finished. Harry and Draco exchanged a startled glance before looking at
Mark, who chuckled. “Lexie let me know. She saw it in a vision.”
“Lexie is
the seer?” Harry asked. Mark nodded.
“Yeah, and
she’s my lover.” Draco winced. Mark looked at him in understanding. “Don’t
worry, Lexie has come to term with what happened and she doesn’t hold any
grudge. Me on the other hand…”
“You want to
kill my father,” Draco finished. Mark nodded. Draco understood. “Don’t worry
about it. I won’t stand in your way when the time comes. I know what he did and
I don’t like it.”
“Good.”
“Is she
here?” Hermione asked, curious to the seer/lover.
“She sends
her apologises. I won’t let her go anywhere. Not after what happened the last
time but I can promise you this, once this war is over. I will introduce you to
her,” Mark promised. Hermione nodded, understanding Mark’s fear. How horrible
it must have been to know what your lover went through.
“Are you
here for anything else?” Draco asked.
“I’m here to
give you answers,” Mark explained. “Both of you know why I sired you, right?”
Draco and Harry nodded, “Any questions?”
“Can we make
people half vampires?” Harry asked and Mark nodded.
“Yes but it
a long and painful procedure. It’s not something you should do unless there is
a very good reason to doing so. If you wish to change your lovers, then I will
assist you.” Hermione looked at Harry only for Harry to shake his head.
“No. I’m not
turning you,” Harry informed her. Hermione was about to protest when Mark spoke
up.
“Lexie isn’t
a vampire either,” Hermione looked at him, shocked. “She is my mate. As long as
I live, she will live. She has no histories that can affect her health. She is
bound to me via the mark and love.”
“How long
have you been together?” Hermione asked.
“Two hundred
years,” he informed her. Hermione’s jaw dropped at the implication. Even Harry
and Draco were stunned while Luna just smiled dreamily.
“You don’t
look a day over thirty-five,” she informed him. Mark smiled, curious about the
girl.
“Perks of
being a vampire, we don’t grow old. Mates follow the same route,” Mark
explained.
“So…Luna and
I will live as long as Harry and Draco will live?” Hermione asked and Mark
nodded.
“Yes, bar
you being killed or have a history of genetic problems, you will live as long
as Harry and Draco will.”
“Oh,”
Hermione slumped against Harry, shocked. Harry just wrapped his arms around her
waist while Draco thought about it, curious.
“Do a lot of
vampires have mate?” Draco asked.
“They tend
to turn their mates into vampires,” Mark explained. “It’s a law if you have
mate, you should turn them as soon as possible. But I refused to turn Lexie so
I was cast out of the clan.”
“Why?”
Hermione asked.
“Our clan is
made up of pureblood vampires. They preferred us to have a mate that was a
pureblood vampire. I had one but I met and fell in love with Lexie. Of course,
my supposed mate and clan weren’t happy that they forced me to choose. I chose
Lexie,” Mark explained.
“You can
have a mate that’s pureblood?” Hermione asked and Mark nodded.
“Yes, you
can marked them and drain the blood they drank from someone else,” Mark
explained before shaking his head. “It was a way of keeping the line pure.”
Hermione nodded in understanding. Pureblood wasn’t just limited to witches and
wizards.
Harry patted
Hermione’s ass and she got up from his lap with Harry, Draco and Mark following
a suit.
“We should
head down stairs so I can explain what I plan to do with Voldemort. You girls
stay up here,” Harry told them and everyone nodded as Hermione sat down next to
Luna at the fireplace while Mark followed Harry and Draco down into the
basement where they explained everything that they planned to do and what the
backup was.
“Are you
sure this is what you want to do?” Mark asked and Harry nodded.
“Yes,
especially with Ginny,” Harry told him. “It will help her and the rest of us in
the process.” Mark nodded.
“Fine, I
trust you.” He pricked his finger and squeezed out a few dropped, filling the
vial with his blood before he lifted his finger and licked it, causing the
blood to clot and the wound to heal.
Stepping
back, he looked around the place before being distracted by a buzzing sound at
his hip. Pulling out his pager, he read it before putting it back in his
pocket. “I should leave. People are getting closer to finding you and I can’t
afford to be caught.” Draco and Harry nodded their understanding before they
followed Mark to the door.
“Will we get
to see you again?” Draco asked. Mark smirked.
“When the
time is right,” Mark told them before tipping his head and leaving the house
altogether, walking into the night. Soon, the boys closed the door and entered
the living room to see Luna standing up and making her way over to them. She
took Draco by the hand, smiled up at Harry before leading Draco up the stairs
to their room.
Harry just
watched them go before shaking his head with an amused smile, heading into the
living room to sit on the couch. Hermione smiled as she got up from her spot on
the floor in front of the fire.
“Who were
the people you needed us to distract?” Hermione asked as she sat down on
Harry’s lap.
“Some of
them were Death Eaters, some of them were contacts for Death Eaters,” Harry
explained. “We are taking out Voldemort’s circle one by one.”
“So, by
killing them…” Harry nodded.
“We are
effectively cutting off Voldemort’s contacts both ways. Voldemort can’t get
information via his contacts and his contacts can’t get paid,” he explained.
“The death eaters are usually a bonus.”
Hermione
nodded, she could understand why they were cutting off the contact. By doing
so, Voldemort wouldn’t be able to carry out his orders, which would result in
his attacks being severely limited while his contacts would be unable to
provide him with information, leaving Voldemort frustrated.
“What about
the order?” Hermione asked. Harry shook his head.
“I’ve not
received any letters from Dumbledore yet, which means that there are no new
news yet, which is something we should be thankful for. He would let us know if
he thought they were getting closer to us.”
“Doesn’t he
want us to come back to Hogwarts?” Hermione asked.
“He does but
he trusts us to make the right choices,” Harry explained. “He understands that
there are things I must do that I can’t do while at Hogwarts, not with people
keeping a close eye on me. Beside, the Ministry would probably have sent
someone if I was there which means more restriction.” Hermione frowned.
“I hope
Fudge will be kicked out soon. Why didn’t you kill him?” Hermione asked.
“He was one
of the lucky ones. Beside, I want to see what he will do with the message I’ve
left for him at the ministry,” he informed her with a sly grin before looking
down at her red dress clad body and remembered her promise earlier. “Anyway…bedtime,”
Harry told her, his green eyes going darker with lust. “I remembered that you
promised me we would pick up from where we left off.” A sly grin filled with
lust crossed Hermione’s face.
“Did I?” she
teased, trailing a finger down his cheek, over the curve of his jaw and down
his neck to play with the collar of shirt.
“You know
you did,” Harry replied, bringing his hand up to stop her finger from moving
down his chest and nipped at her bottom lip. Hermione gasp as pain and pleasure
mixed together, coursing through her body.
Harry’s hand
slid up her thigh, under her dress and over her flank only to jerk his head
back when he realised that she wasn’t wearing anything under the slip of a
dress.
“Did you
take off your underwear?” he asked. Hermione bit her lower before she shook her
head. Harry growled. “Were you commando the whole time?” She nodded and got a
hard kiss as result, his teeth nipping her lower lip before he ripped the dress
off her body, revealing she wore nothing underneath the whole time.
“You’ve been
a bad girl,” Harry growled as he tightened his grip in her brown locks, pushing
her off his lap.
“Are you
going to punish me?” she whispered and Harry nodded.
“Get on your
knees,” rasped Harry. Hermione slowly sunk onto her knees, licking her lips
when Harry’s cock came into eye sight. “Suck.” Hermione leaned in and encased
the head in her mouth, flicking her tongue over the pre-cum that had slipped
out.
Harry
gritted his teeth as he reclined so he could watch the show without having to
hurt his neck. Hermione moved her head down lower, taking more of his length
into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, pressing her tongue
underneath him.
“Hermione,”
he reached out one hand, stroking her cheek as she took him all the way in her
mouth that his head hit the back of her throat. She took a moment to ensure her
gag reflex wouldn’t kick before pulling almost all the way off him and sinking
down once more.
Harry knew
that this was one sight he wouldn’t forget. Her wet red lips, flushed from
their kisses, encased around his dick. Her brown eyes looking into his with
love and desire clear in them.
Her breasts
swayed and her ass was stuck up in the air, making him wish that he had a mirror
behind her so he could see her ass and her lips growing wet with her desire. He
made a mental note to try mirrors the next time they were in their room before
he focused on her ministrations as she continued to ‘service’ him.
Hermione
brought her hands into play, sliding them down his thighs before she reached
his balls. Cupping one of them in her hand, she gently massaged him as she
removed his dick from her lips, lifting it so she could slide her tongue
against the underneath.
Harry
whimpered as the hand, stroking her cheek, slid into her hair. Once her tongue
reached his head, she flicked it over the head before drawing a circle then
kissing her way over the top of him.
She used her
free hand as she lifted her lips away from his cock and slid her hand up the
length of him, enjoying the feel of it in her hand before she took him back in
her mouth, eager for another taste of him.
Soon, Harry
couldn’t take it anymore; he yanked her off his head and brought her up for
hard bruising kiss. It turned him on even harder to taste himself in her mouth
before he slid a hand over her body.
He stopped
to play with her nipples before he reached her damp curls, soaking with her
desire.
“Are you
wet?” he asked against her lips. Hermione made a whimpering sound as she
nodded, “How wet?” he slid two fingers into her cunt and groaned when they
slipped in easily due to her juices. “You are so wet.” Hermione whimpered as
Harry pulled her up onto his lap once more.
Hermione was
about to take his cock into her wet cunt only for Harry to stop her and pressed
his hands to her ass, urging her to bend on her knees, straighten her upper
body so her core was near his mouth.
“I just
wanna taste…” he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her clit, eliciting a
shuddering gasp from Hermione as her hands slid into his hair, tightening as
his long tongue move down to her core and licked her, slowly, from bottom to
top before plunging the organ in between her lips.;
“Oh, yes!”
gasped Hermione, throwing her head back in pleasure as a result, her thighs
shuddering under the pleasure coursing through her. Harry brought up his hand
and plunged two fingers into her, flicking his tongue over her clit and brought
her over the end with a scream of his name.
Shuddering,
Hermione slid down his body and Harry kissed her shoulder, waiting for her to
come down from her high but Hermione needed more, she didn’t want to come down
from her high straight away.
Reaching
down, she grasped his erection and positioned it at her core, biting her lower lip
as she, slowly, sunk down on him, savouring the feel of him inside of her.
Harry’s hands cupped her hips, watching as her head fell back once he was fully
inside of her.
“Oh Harry,”
she whispered, bringing her head down to meet his lust filled gaze. Harry
smirked.
“I should
have known that you were practicing when you kept saying ‘Oh Harry’,” he
murmured, reaching over to kiss her. Hermione flushed, hitting him on the
shoulder as a result before she started moving.
They had
never done it in this position but it slowly becoming one of Hermione’s
favourite positions. He was so deep inside of her that it kept taking her
breath away as she sunk down back on him each time she lifted herself.
Her nails
dug into his shoulders as she pushed herself faster and harder, wanting to get
more speed into their lovemaking. Harry pushed his hips up in the same motions
as her, causing his head to bump against a sweet spot inside of her.
Sweat broke
out across Hermione’s forehead, her curls slowly flattening due to the sweat as
she moved harder. Her breasts bounced with the impact and Harry had enough of
their teasing, reaching out to take one nipple into his mouth.
Hermione’s
eyes slid shut, her wet lips parted and her head fell back as her hands slid up
from his shoulders and into his hair, holding him close as he continued to
suckle and nip at her nipples, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through
her body.
“Harry…”
Hermione moaned, bringing her head down as Harry lifted his mouth up from her
nipples and their mouth met in the middle, almost furiously as their tongues
duelled with each other. One of Harry’s hands dropped to her ass, holding her
closer to him as his other hand reached up and cupped a breast, rubbing it.
Hermione
pushed him away from her body causing him to recline on the couch as she placed
her hands on his thighs behind him as she moved harder and faster, needing to
reach her peak.
Harry had
the perfect view of seeing them joined together, seeing how wet his rigid
erection was each time Hermione moved off him as result of her desire. He
brought his hand into play, pressing his thumb over her clit and was rewarded
with a moan, her walls tightening around him and her hips bucking with
pleasure.
Harry
brought up his other hand and massaged her breast, rubbing his thumb over her
nipple before he pulled himself up so he could take her other nipple into his
mouth, wanting to taste her. Hermione groaned as she gasped, thrusting harder
on Harry when she felt her orgasm nearing.
Harry,
sensing that she was close, pulled his mouth away from her nipple and kissed
his way up to her neck where the mark was and plunged his fangs into the skin
and was rewarded with a high pitched scream of pleasure from Hermione as she
climaxed around him, milking him as he exploded inside of her.
**********
Voldemort
was sitting on his throne at the top of the room while his inner circle were in
front of him in a large semi-circle, each one giving him a report, hoping that
he would be satisfied with them.
“The potion
is finished, my lord,” Snape kept his head bowed, unwilling to disrespect his
lord. Voldemort looked over to Snape and smiled.
“Excellent.
When is the next full moon?”
“Two days
today,” Fenrir Greyback spoke up, his werewolf knowledge of the moon useful as
ever.
“Good. You
are dismissed,” he waved a hand, sending his inner circle away.
“What of
Potter?” Snape asked when the others had left.
“He is
nothing compared to the ritual. Beside…you said Dumbledore was close to finding
the boy. What did you sense from him?”
“He protects
his mind very carefully. I have spoken to the other members. They are unaware
of Potter’s locations so either Dumbledore has other members/contacts or he is
bluffing,” Snape replied.
Voldemort
curled a hand into a fist, curious to why Potter had gone into hiding rather
than heading back to school.
“Tell me, Severus,
what of his link with the Weasley boy?” Voldemort asked.
“Weasley had
asked Granger out and they were together when they arrived at Hogwarts after
Potter disappeared. When Weasley found out that Granger had been marked by
Potter, there was an argument. It only got worse when Granger said they needed
to find Harry before she broke up with him in front of us all. Weasley wants
Granger back and has made it clear that he thinks Potter is very dangerous.”
“Would he
turn to our side?” Voldemort asked.
“No,” a
female voice spoke up from the shadows. Voldemort turned toward the shadows
before a smirk crossed his face.
“You have
arrived,” he stood up from his seat and moved over the female hidden by the
darkness. Snape continued to wonder who it was.
“It was
useless to ignore the call,” she whispered, reaching up and cupping Voldemort’s
cheek. “But you cannot bring Ron over to your side. He would betray you without
a second thought if it would gain him the one thing he wishes more…Hermione
Granger.” Voldemort stared into her brown eyes before he gave a short nod.
“Very well,”
he let go of the idea before looking at Snape. “Round up all the Death Eaters
and inform them that I now have a Queen who will stand by my side.” Shock
registered over Snape’s face. “And inform them that if they are to touch or
harm her, I will make the rest of their short lives very miserable.” With that,
he placed a hand on his Queen’s back and led her out of the room, leaving Snape
wondering over the identity of the Queen.
************
“It’s been
done,” Lexie whispered as she came back from her vision quest. “She has joined
Voldemort.” Mark nodded, handing Lexie a glass of water.
“Will this
affect the outcome in anyway?” he asked and Lexie nodded.
“The War is
near. Is Harry ready?” she asked and Mark nodded.
“He has a
few more jobs to do. Will he go back to Hogwarts?” Mark asked and Lexie grinned
knowingly.
“You know
the rules, Mark, I can not give away the future,” she reminded him, uncurling
her legs and standing up. The soft red silk dress caressing her body as she
moved toward him, cupping his cheek to look into his blue eyes, “Anything could
affect the outcome and we have to go with the flow.”
“They are
our children,” Mark reminded. Lexie nodded.
“I know but
you have to trust them. If we are forever telling them of their next moves,
they will slip up and change the outcome. We cannot risk changing anything.”
Mark glared at her.
“You
frustrate me,” he informed her, sliding a hand into her red hair and she smiled
up at him.
“You
frustrate me back,” she whispered against his lips, kissing his upper lip
before moving down to his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth before
allowing it to slide wetly back into place.
Mark growled
as his hands encircled his lover, pushing her up further against his body and
plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth. Lexie moaned into his mouth as she
slid a hand into his dark lock, the other hand curling around his white shirt.
He tightened
his grip around her waist and helped her up as she wrapped her legs around her
waist. Turning them both around, he stumbled over to the bed and dropped her
down on it before stripping himself out of his shirt.
Lexie licked
her lips as she got up on her knees and slowly pulled her dress off, revealing
her curves one by one before throwing the material across the room, reaching
over to Mark’s jean to unbutton him and pull down the zippers.
With a
pleased grin, she found out that he was going commando and helped him to strip
out of his jeans before he reached out and pulled off her underwear before
pushing her back onto her back.
“I’m going
to show you just how much I can make you frustrated,” he promised in a low
growl. Lexie just grinned, reaching up to kiss him before encircling her hand
around his erection.
“Frustrate
me, baby,” she whispered.
*********
Draco
scratched his bare chest as he made his way into the kitchen dressed in green
silk boxers. His dog-tags was a contrast to the pale skin of his body before an
owl came into the kitchen, hooting it’s arrival before it landed on the table
and dropped the papers on the table that was a few feet away from the counter.
Draco
reached over and gave the bird a treat before putting money in the small pouch
and lifted the papers as the bird left only for Draco to growl, his grey eyes
flashing dark before his fist landed on the table, causing it to splinter in
half.
Luna came
into the kitchen, concern clear over the noise only to stop when she saw Draco
was growling softly. She was dressed in his green quidditch shirt, tilting her
head as she regarded her lover curiously before shrugging and heading over to
the counter.
“Why is the
table broken?” Hermione asked as she made her way into the kitchen, clearly
expecting Draco or Luna to say it was their fault.
“Because
Draco didn’t know his own strength and broke it,” Luna spoke up from where she
was sitting at the counter. Hermione turned to see Draco was holding the papers
and the table was splintered in half in front of him.
“Please
don’t break the table again,” Hermione waved her wand and restored the table to
its original state before she grabbed the box of cereal, the bowl and milk
before sitting at the counter.
“Have you
read this?” Draco asked; throwing the papers onto the counter, causing it to
slide along the cool surface before it stopped just near Hermione’s bowl.
Hermione
looked at the front of the papers before she choked on her cereal. Coughing,
she turned her head away until she managed to swallow the food without choking
and looked at the papers once more.
Placing her
spoon down, she picked up the papers and read what was on the front page before
moving to the other pages that held more of the story. Once she was finished,
she shook her head and placed it back on the table. Picking up her spoon, she
carried on eating her breakfast.
“Is that
it?!” hissed Draco only to get a cold glare in his direction. Realising that he
was in danger, he held his hands up in surrender before backing out of the
kitchen, leaving Hermione and Luna alone.
“Whatever
you do, just don’t blow up the house,” Luna patted Hermione’s hand. “The fire
elves like to make the fire worse.” She hummed, leaving Hermione alone to
finish eating her breakfast in the semi-peace there is.
A while
later, Harry came into the kitchen, freshly washed after his morning work-out
only to stop when he saw Hermione was standing at the sink, staring out of the
window and the Daily Prophet on the table. Looking closer revealed there was a
picture of Harry on the front of the page.
“I am on the
front page?” Harry asked, confused, moving over to the cupboard to grab a bowl.
Hermione nodded as she moved over to the counter and picked up the papers and
show it to Harry. There was a picture of Harry just dressed in his everyday
clothes, not doing anything.
“Yeah, the
ministry is claiming that you broke into the Ministry, tortured innocents
people all day long before finally killing them,” Hermione threw the papers
onto the counter. “I thought you left a note explaining what each person did.”
“We did,”
Harry lifted the papers and frowned. “Either Fudge hid it or Rita has taken up
her poisonous quill once more.” Hermione sighed as she pushed the cereal over
to Harry as he sat down. She moved over to the window.
“What are
you going to do?” she asked.
“I’ll need
to pay Fudge and Rita a visit,” Harry replied, tucking into the cereal.
Hermione grinned as she turned around to face him, pressing the small of her
back against the counter.
“How can you
make it sound like you are just going to visit them when you are going to
torture them?” she asked. “If I were to say that, people would guess straight
away what I was going to do.” Harry shrugged.
“It’s a
gift,” he teased, finishing his breakfast and standing up. He moved over to the
sink and placed his bowl in it before sliding his hands over Hermione’s waist.
“Don’t worry too much about it. I will fix it.”
“I just hate
it. Voldemort is out there with his Death Eaters raping, torturing and
murdering people and the Ministry is more focused on you!” she shook her head,
“Why can’t they get their priorities right?”
“Because
that’s the way they are. Someone is going around killing people who works for
the Ministry and claiming they have a good reason for doing so. They are just
scared that if the Public find out the real reason, the public will pull their
support.”
“Who do you
plan on being the new Minister?” Hermione asked. She knew of Harry’s plans but
was curious to who he would choose.
“Either
Bones, Arthur or Lupin,” he listed off. “All three of them stick to their guns
and they will make the laws fair and they will not accept briberies.” Hermione
nodded her agreement.
“What will
you do about the papers?” she asked and Harry grinned, his fangs making an
appearance.
“I guess
Draco and I have an extra mission to focus on,” Harry informed her.
*********
“What news
do we have?” Professor McGonagall asked as the Order made their way into the
Headmaster’s office. It was just after breakfast and the students were making a
last dash to get their stuff before they headed to class.
“No news on
the Harry Potter front,” Dumbledore told them before looking at Snape. “I
gather that everything is fine with Voldemort?”
“Who-He-Must-Not-Be-Named
has a Queen,” Snape informed them. Jaws were dropped in shock as they stared at
Snape, hoping that he would claim he was kidding but one look at the serious
expression told them the answer.
“A Queen?”
spluttered Molly. “Who on earth would ever be by his side?”
“We do not
know,” Snape informed her, “But he has given us clear warning that no-one is
allowed to touch or harm her or they would have to answer to him.” Dumbledore
stood up from his seat and moved over to the window, stroking his beard.
“Albus, do
you think you know who the person is?” McGonagall asked. Dumbledore turned to
face her.
“No, I’m
afraid, I don’t,” Dumbledore told her before he lifted his eyes to clock that
was on his desk and sighed. “You are all dismissed. We must prepare for our
classes today.” The teachers nodded as they stood up and left the Headmaster’s
office for the day while the order and the Weasleys left while Dumbledore moved
back to his desk and sat down before looking down at the blank sheet of parchment
on his desk.
With a heavy
sigh, he lifted his quill, dipped it into the ink and started writing a letter,
hoping that it would get to the person it needed to get to.
TBC
I never said Lexie was a vampire – only that she was a seer…
And look! I managed to have this written and posted in a
week! Not two months (winces as she remembered the last time).
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo