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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 2, 2008 5:09:24 GMT -5
[YOUVE BEEN WARNED]
Callidora had finally made it to Diagon Alley, having put it off for some time wanting to avoid the filth for as long as she could. Having only three days left, she finally came to the flith filled streets of Diagon Alley.
She wore her worst clothes, which were still better than most of the people on the street's clothes. She was wearing a taste of disgust and she dodged between the shoulders of people whom did not belong in the wizarding community at all. When one man's shoulder pushed the high heel wearing girl slightly off balance, a wand appeared in the angry girls hand and the man fell to his knees in pain.
No one dared look at the girl but in moments she had finished and the man lay there on shakey limbs. She kicked him over and walked away "Dumb Filth" She said, walking into the quil shop.
She had bought an owl in which she would pick up when she was finished with her school shopping. Now she had to stop and get some quills and ink. She would be writing home alot more and would be sending more letter's to her friends now.
Entering the shop she looked around, pleased to see it was fairly empty. She despised the filth that the shops were letting in now days. It was nice to get into a less populated area.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 5:44:15 GMT -5
Mal slouched behind his mother, mocking her when she talked about him and flashing a forced fake smile when she turned to look at him. Yawning, he leant against the wall as she began chatting to a Rosier, or a MacNair or something. He didn't care. He was bored and he meant to make that extra-ordinarily clear. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, his mother babbled for a minute and he managed to catch - stationary store, half an hour, lunch with- Then he stopped listening and held out a hand, drawing it from his pocket to do so. As a pouch was put into his palm, he smiled again, this time making it more realistic and nodded to her 'babble-partner'.
Entering the store he closed the door and blew out a deep breath, glad to be banished for a while. She was a royal pain in the behind. Mothers - couldn't live without 'em, can't live with 'em. He looked around and flicked his hair back from his eyes with a practised twist of his head. It made him look more attractive, rather than like a goon though, and he had had to practise a little to make sure that it wasn't the latter.
"Quills... parchment.." He screwed up his nose, then moved through the store toward the interesting things, like the invisible ink, and the sealing wax. That was always good to have a lot of - useful for pranks and the like. Pausing as a girl stepped in front of him - by accident as he had stalked silently down one of the aisles - he recognised her instantly.
"Oh Callidora? You should watch where you're walking." His words could have been harsh and if anyone else had been around they would have been laced with that. But as they were alone - it seemed, they rang with amusement and a teasing tone. Mal enjoyed her company..sometimes.. She was alright as girls went he supposed.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 2, 2008 5:57:32 GMT -5
Upon entering the store, Callidora had caught sight of the boy with hair a color to rival her own. It seemed to be rare to find a blonde in the wizarding world and Callidora prided herself on being one of the few. She had gone to the ink isle, picking up a bottle of silvery green ink and looking at it. She had noted his presence in the store but nothing else.
She had recognized him but was hoping he would be the first to approach her, other wise she might have to bump into him. As he stepped out in front of her, she put her hands up to keep herself from doing just that. They landed on his chest and she managed to keep from hitting him with a full body blow.
In high heels, Callidora was almost as tall as the blonde before her. Looking directly on she was looking at his lips. She took a step back and smiled in greeting at him, looking to where he was previously and where he was currently standing. She had been startled to bump into him and would not have let it show if it was anyone else or if someone was watching.
"Abraxas." She said, seemingly out of breath as her heart rate went down. "I am terribly sorry. I think I may have scuffed your shoe." She continued, taking a step back to gesture to his shoes though they remained shiny and unscuffed as usual. "How can I ever make it up to you?" She asked with a smile. She was being overly dramatic and the smile was to tell him that she knew it. It was her way of teasing.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 6:11:02 GMT -5
Smiling at how her hands had fallen, Mal's eyes flashed with amusement and interest. He had to look down slightly, but those heels of hers worked wonders. He knew it had to be heels, or a hovering charm as when they had both been 'shoeless' - for want of a better word - she had definately been shorter than that. She took a step back and he pouted slightly, though his lips remained curled up at the edges in that very same smile.
"Scuffed?" he looked down, feigning surprise extremely well - his acting skills second to none - but when he looked up he wore a wicked grin. "Oh my... Callidora - that's going to cost you.." Mal's eyes showed mischief and that usually meant one of several things, either he was concocting a plan, he had already done something that one was about to discover, or his thoughts had completely left the current situation in favour of sunnier climbs.
"Make it up to me..?" He repeated with a thoughtful expression and glanced around once, noting that the shop was empty - and even the cashier seemed to be not be in sight. Stepping closer toward her, Mal smirked faintly and slid his hands onto her hips. "I'm sure we can think of a mutually beneficial answer to that question Calli."
Mal couldn't help it - and Callidora? She was hot, so sue him because he noticed. As he had spoken, he had moved his lips closer so that he could lower his voice a little and her still hear him clearly. It was all too tempting, but he wasn't going to kiss her unless she made some effort to show him she wanted that. It wasn't often that they met outside Hogwarts and she wasn't with her girl gang, or he with his closest friends - both situations meaning that even a hint of a real friendship would be jumped on and ridiculed. Especially on his part.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 2, 2008 6:34:57 GMT -5
Callidora had chosen her words carefully, attempting to get the 'most beneficial' reaction out of Abraxas. She was still curious about the success until he stepped into her. She pretended to be shy about having him that close to her, her own acting skills rivaling his.
She put on her most sincere face and even managed to add a little red to her cheeks in a blush. "Oh dear. I fear I have said something I may not be able to back up." She said, the expression changing to a mischevious one. Her face had been occupied with a smile and a very daring look in her eyes. "I don't think I can afford shoes as expensive as yours." She finished.
Callidora and Mal were very careful with their cover. Even now they were standing far from a window and a fair distance from the door. If someone entered the two would pull apart and trade insults. For now, Callidora allowed herself to be captivated by the only wizard she knew worth such attention. True, Callidora offered her attention to Edward and Orion as well but not like she did with Abraxas. With Abraxas it was fairly undivided.
Looking up at him now, Callidora could not help but want him. With his lips as close as they were to hers, almost a kiss but not quiet, Callidora felt her lips quiver with the memory of their touch and she knew he had seen it too. She would not try to hide it since she knew he had been looking for it. "Don't tease dear. We both know how much I want you to..." She said, not daring to presume that he wanted her lips. She hoped he did, as badly as she wanted his but she would not make an assumption about such a thing, it could mean she got nothing at all and that would be tragic at this point.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 7:37:24 GMT -5
Her expression and reactions were highly amusing to Mal, and he watched everything that she did with interest. The blush was well performed and even he had to hand it to her. She talked about not being able to back up her words, and Mal smirked faintly in his mind. Yeah like that was true, not likely with her family being how it was. She would never be short of anything - as he wouldn't himself. It was breeding and class. It's how it always was.
The way things lay between them, as far as he was concerned, with that they shared a close friendship...which in itself was odd for him...he preferred the love 'em and leave 'em attitude. But as a fellow slytherin pureblood, Calli was in a way trusted with his trust. That and when they got time alone like this things often got interesting.
Her lips quivered and Mal smirked outwardly this time, allowing her to speak before he pressed his lips to hers, his arms snaking up to her waist to pull Callidora to him. The shelves hid most things, and no one was around, so who cared. The kiss he offered was not as most thought he might be - due to his attitude - but instead was heated and with more intensity than one might thought possible from the young Malfoy that was so careless about any kind of relationship.
Being who he was, and projecting the image that was most like himself, Abraxas Malfoy hid an integral part of himself - the caring and intense personality that he had shown to his sister alone. The intensity now surfaced only when he was involved in something he thoroughly enjoyed and the caring only came about when his friends were in trouble - usually appearing as temper or anger.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 2, 2008 14:26:52 GMT -5
Callidora had been very careful to keep her hands to herself until her kissed her. Her arms wrapped around him, wrapping one around about the middle of his back and the other closer to hips, encouraging less space between them.
She anticipated the kiss and returned it, matching the intensity and adding desire to it. She wanted him and at times like these, she wasn't going to waste energy by hiding it with her pride and such. She was a witch worthy of any man she wanted, good thing she had taste or she would be a tramp too.
She was a picky little witch, choosing only the best for herself. Abraxas was definately the best and there really was no close second and she had little desire for anyone else. Abraxas Malfoy was the only person in Hogwarts whom was worth such a feeling from her. Being with him here and now only reinforced the feeling.
She ran her nails lightly along his back, parting her lips to encourage him to deepen the kiss. She had shut her eyes, preffering to lose herself in her little dream world and allow him to keep an eye on things if he wished. She knew they were well hidden. Actually, one walking in wouldn't even see her as she could not see over the shelves herself.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 2, 2008 15:06:04 GMT -5
When Callidora's arms closed arouns him, Mal felt that that was enough permission for him to react in kind and move his hands. One slid from around her waist and cupped her neck and chin in order to preserve the kiss that they shared, and make sure it would last a little longer. Of the many girls he had kissed, Callidora was definately a head and shoulders above them all. It made his desire to kiss her more frequently appear more commonly than he would have liked, but he denied it to himself so often that no one else could possibly know that.
He wasn't particularly bothered about being caught - there was one fall back that he always could use in case of problems, but he didn't care too much for it. Instead he concentrated on deepening the kiss and allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth as Callidora's lips parted for him to be able to do so. She kissed by the book, and much more than it could ever have described.
The nails thing made him shiver slightly, enjoying the sensation, but it was light as her hands seemed to be beneath his jacket, but his shirt allowed him to not feel it harshly. It would be interesting to describe how he had managed to obtain scratch marks on his back from shopping for stationary.
Their hips were practically touching, thanks to both her hand drawing him closer and his own previous movements - and that added desire on his part, as both the secrecy, intimacy and overhanging threats made him all the more interested. His eyes had closed upon contact - as it was completely rude to stare, and Abraxas was a very well mannered young man..when he chose to be.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 2, 2008 18:04:15 GMT -5
Callidora enjoyed the secrecy of their relationship. It added a bit of excitement and gave her an adreneline rush. It was not a forbidden relationship in the sense of having a Gryffindor and a Slytherin dating. Actually the thought of Abraxas being with anyone less than pure blood was repulsive. Their parents would probably be thrilled if they ever started dating but Callidora was sure they both enjoyed the secrey and the lack of commitment between them.
Callidora was pleased to feel him in her mouth, glad that he knew her well enough to know what she wanted and what she needed. She ran her tongue along the side of his, a very light and gentle touch meant to tickle.
She kneaded his back, much like a purring cat. It was a movement that she used just for him that meant that she was enjoying this but she wanted more. It was the same movement she made when she could not take any more teasing. Of course she could take more kisses but she was feeling rather impaitent and though she loved him and his touch, today she wanted more.
Sometimes she would be able to walk away with just a kiss and some times she needed more. She loved this desire that he raised in her. It was like torture when she was not able to get him alone or have him to herself but in the end it was worth every minute of torture that her body endured as did her heart.
She leaned against the surface behind her carefully, pulling him along with her. Now all they had to do was allow gravity to press them together. Her fingers found the end of his shirt and she repeated the gesture with her nails, running them down his back lightly. It was the first touch of skin though it was doubtfully the last in the encounter.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 3, 2008 6:23:38 GMT -5
Feeling her cat-like movements on his back, Mal felt his lips twitch slightly as she made him smile. Still though, he did not break the kiss, nor pull away from the movement. It meant one thing, and he was currently considering that. Whether or not this was the time, place and how long he could get away with before his mother came hunting for him... It was a toss-up really of whether he could get out of her rumour mongering if she did appear really, that was going to be the cinch.
Callidora pulled him toward her, as she leant against the end of one of the many shelving units. Even better, now there was something to shield them and something to make sure that they had a very good excuse. His hips pressed to hers, and Mal was comfortably aware of that. He wasn't particularly looking for anything to go that far. It hadn't before, though it had been close. He was ever such a good boy when it came to that kind of thing, and though he didn't particularly care much for wasting time, he didn't want to be accused ever of not treating a pureblooded Slytherin right. Half-bloods he wouldn't give that consideration to, but purebloods got it, and Slytherins more so.
Pulling his lips from hers as her tongue ran along his and her fingers crept beneath his shirt, Abraxas grinned and bit his lip before pulling his wand and leaning back into the aisle. "Colloportus." That way they would hear a blast before anything else. It appeared that the owner of this store had better be wary or they were likely to get an eyeful of something or a curse blasted their way.
"I knew I'd missed you Calli..." He murmured, then kissed her again, his hand on her waist moving away then slipping beneath her top onto the smooth skin of her waist.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 3, 2008 16:16:26 GMT -5
When he pulled away, Callidora watched him. She watched every movement. Sure she still had his hips pressed to hers, even more so now he was leaning into the aisle but she wanted all of him. She didn't get him often so when she did, she wanted all of him. All his attention, all his body, and all of his thoughts. She seemed to do a good job of it, figuring that she kept all three of them because he rarely looked away from her, he rarely tore his body from hers and he never called her anyone else's name, of course if he did call her someone else's name she would be very angry but she would play it off with a laugh and correct him. Then she would make things a little harder for him.
He wasn't going to call her someone else's name though. He just said her name and shivers were sent down her spine at the way he said it. Course he said it like everyone else but he desire and want for him made it sound like it rolled off his tongue, became an invisible butterfly, fluttered it's way to her ear and tickled it with the words. "You are a smart man then." She said managed returning his kiss, her body tensing in anticipation as her are skin was revealed. "But are you smart enough to know how much I have missed you?" She finished, twisting the cocky comment into a quirky response as few people could do successfully.
She was incredibly ticklish which made the sensation that much more pleasurable. She muscles over her stomach, back and through much of her legs tensed. She wanted to smile because it did tickle but it felt good at the same time, instead she move the energy that had been created by the sensation and moved it from becoming a smile and put it into her arm and hand.
Her fingers once again found the edge of his shirt and immediatly went to his skin. The ran her fingers over his spine, back up to his shoulders and down again until she stopped at his pants, slipping her finger into the edge of them and running to around careful as to not poke him with her nail. When her finger came to the front of his pants she took it out and ran her hand up his stomach and chest.
This time she did not ask for the kiss to become deeper but instead made it so, gracefully forcing his lips apart with her tongue. She sighed into the kiss finding herself thinking If this is not heaven then I don't know what is. and she wrapped her arms back around him, this time under his shirt and she kneaded his back again before running her nails a little harder down his back. It still would not hurt but merely stimulate the muscles.
Ok. That is it. This is Heaven and Abraxas Malfoy is the savior.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 3, 2008 16:45:53 GMT -5
Smirking at her words, Mal would have pulled back to comment, but he chose instead to show her how much he knew. It was safer and faster, and it wouldn't involve him fumbling over his words as he was beginning to get rather 'into' this surprise meeting. It wasn't his plan for the day but it didn't go entirely against everything that he could have hoped for. In fact it was a heckuva lot better in some ways. Shopping with his mother was incredibly dull at the best of times, and he would prefer never to have to do it, ever again. Only problem was that if he didn't go then she would chose ridiculous things for him and he would practically be clothes-less and all other things-less. Some things he himself had to get, for fear of embarassment and more.
Feeling the girl in his arms take control of what she desired by parting his lips, Abraxas was suitably pleased. He would hate to be entirely forcing this upon her. Showed her interest in him and it was kind of an ego boost if anything to know that her desire both matched and sometimes seemed to exceed his own. That was a pleasurable feeling and damn but it rushed straight to his groin as he felt her nails on his back, running near his spine. The reaction from him aside from this was that he unconsciously ground his hips into hers, allowing her to feel exactly what she was doing to him.
As Callidora ran her hand around his waist though he couldn't refrain from a soft, low noise coming from his throat; this in turn caused him to shift his hands higher to cover the sides of her bra, his thumbs rubbing against the material, before he snaked one hand to behind her back in order to unclip the thing and get it out of his way.
Much as it was pleasure, it was sheer agonising to have her before him and know that it was unlikely to go as far as he wished it could. There were too many risk factors and Abraxas was cautious. But it wouldn't hurt to have a lot of fun without going to those lengths..In fact it might allow her to realise that this year was going to be a lot different to the ones that proceeded it, in terms of what could happen between them. Nothing serious, never serious, and never in a relationship - he despised that idea, but this...this was far more enjoyable.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 3, 2008 17:16:15 GMT -5
Callidora had come to Diagon Alley hoping to get in and out and away from the filth as soon as possible. She had not expected to run into anyone, let alone Abraxas. It would not have been a problem, had there been more people shopping for quills and not over at the Quidditch store looking at last years models. Of course there were new models but the store could not afford them yet.
The combonation of his groin being pressed against her in it's current state and her bra coming lose made Callidora want him unbelievably more. Her chest rose and fell with her desire, glad she had worn a skirt. It meant that they could go that far if he wanted to and from the feel of things, he did as much as she did. Of course he would have to find out in other ways if she wanted to.
Callidora found it exciting, hearing the noise of the people around them and being in such a compromising postion with him. Of course if the press found out Abraxas Malfoy was in there, his face would be on the front of tomorrow's news and in this postion, Callidora's back would be there too. Of course they were alot more cunning than the press and would not get caught but the thought of it made her adrenaline rise even further.
She moved her hands to his hips, pulling them even further into her. She was feeling light headed with desire and with a hunger that only he would be able to fill. Though the extent of their relationship might be waking up next to each other and such, the thought of being commited to each other had not crossed her mind. She loved him, his body, the way he made her feel, but she didn't want to be tied down and niether did he. That was what made their relationship easy.
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Post by malfoy on Feb 4, 2008 16:59:10 GMT -5
Pressed to her as he was, Mal could feel her chest rising and falling against his own, which shot blood directly to his groin, which already ached slightly from being so close without acutal attention. He allowed his hand to slide to her skirt, and slide to her thigh beneath it, figuring that if she could dig her nails into his back - thrilling though he found it - then he could definately help her to want exactly what his body was telling him that he wanted, and encourage her a little to push for that, or something along those lines.
Kissing her still, without desire to break apart for anything at this moment in time, Abraxas began to entertain thoughts of what might happen should this progress... It was tempting, and it wouldn't exactly be terribly difficult from their current position. Maybe a little rushed...but do-able. He smirked inwardly at that, his lips twitching against hers and enjoying the whole situation far too much, though that was probably a good thing.
Abraxas tore himself back after a sudden thought crossed his mind and he looked at her, breathing more heavily, both his hands beneath Callidora's skirt, and pressing into her to hold her firmly as close to him as possible. From one look, or even one word, then the decision would be made. He had made that decision himself, but it was finally and completely up to her.
It wasn't like he knew of anyone else in Diagon at the moment to bust in on them and he was not against anything at this stage - allowing both his hormones and sheer desire overtake his rational thoughts and leave him with just the fact that they were alone...and she was doing all kinds of things that made him simply want her.
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Post by Callidora Wilkes on Feb 4, 2008 17:44:23 GMT -5
Callidora's heart rate and breath increased as he moved his hand below her skirt. Her breath came as a sharp intake, making the kiss pause as she pulled back momentarily. At the same moment he stopped the kiss. He looked her with both hands under her skirt now. He was looking at her and Callidora could read him like an open book.
She slid her hand down to his pants, running her nails over him the entire way. With a quick flick of her fingers she had the undone and her hand moved to run through his hair. She pulled his body into her, rolling onto her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please." Her voice shook as she said it, revealing just how much she wanted him.
From there she moved so her lips were pressed against his neck, kissing the exposed skin lightly before taking in a piece right below his jawline into mer mouth momentarily, not wanting to mark him in such an exposed spot, not like that anyway. It would be a dead give away, though Callidora was tempted to do it still.
Lifting one foot she grabbed hold of the string of her panties, using the heel of her shoe. She was then able to slide them down and kick them out of the way and into the corner. It saved him having to do it. She also pulled her arms from him and pulled the bra that he had unsnapped off, though she left the shirt on. The shirt was thin matieral but the bra was very stiff to hold her in place which she did not want right now.
Pulling away from his neck she turned her eyes up to look at his. They had gone crazed with desire and were filled with hunger, hunger for something that seemed more important than breath. Him.
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