Post by `narcissa virga black on Jul 24, 2011 0:02:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 300px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa let Lucius escort her to the bottom of the stairs that led up to the girls’ dormitories. She pressed her lips to his and then made her way slowly up to the top of the stairs, looking back every once in a while. Once she was out of his sight she ran as fast as she could into the rooms. The dorm was empty save for one bed which had the green-velvet curtains drawn tightly closed. She tossed her clutch and mask onto her own bed, wiggling out of her dress and tossing it into her trunk. The shoes quickly followed. She was so very tired, but there was a second and excited wind rushing through her veins. She wiggled into her nightgown, exchanging her panties for something else entirely. She was nervous now, straightening out the pleats in her chemise. Had he been serious with his invitation? Had he wanted her in his bed tonight…and possibly future nights? Perhaps he had just been nice. She bit her lip and slipped into the bathrooms, furiously scrubbing off the layers of makeup she had on. He had told her to trust him, that she had to trust him. This was all about trust now. She had to trust him to serious. She had to trust him with her in his bed. She also had to trust him to still…appreciated her with her hair undid and her face cosmetic free. He had never seen her in such a state. She used her wand to remove the pins from her hair and the worst of the product. The golden locks fell around her face in waves, though she quickly braded them down her neck. She had always slept with her hair in a plait since she had been a small child. Her mother had forced that upon her and it had slowly become a habit and then a preference. She tied the end with one of her signature black ribbons, examining her features once more. Her lips were not nearly as full looking without the lipstick on and her skin was certainly a few shades lighter. She couldn’t tell just then, if she looked younger or older. The nightgown, one she had been saving for a special occasion, was just as risqué as her others. That was her one downfall, though Bella was the only person who was aware. She enjoyed luxuriously risqué chemises and underthings. It was the one place she shopped away from her mother and they were the few pieces no one would ever see but herself. She returned to the dormitories and wrapped herself in one of her dressing gowns. Narcissa intended to cover herself until the very moment she slipped between the sheets. Perhaps he wouldn’t even have her sleep under the sheets, as she did when she and Bella had shared rooms at various parties. He would more than likely sleep under the sheet while she slept on top of it. She scanned the dormitory for any signs of life, then the hall, the stairwell, the common room, and finally the dungeons as she tiptoed. She had never felt so devious so nervous at the same time. She was, now, no stranger to breaking the rules of Hogwarts but it still made her heart race. She scanned the hall once more, slowly opening the door to the potions classroom. It creaked loudly as she opened and shut it. Her heart felt as it were about to explode within her chest. The dark didn’t help; there wasn’t a single lit candle in the room or any windows to let in moonlight. She had to feel against the stone walls, occasionally hitting shelves and portrait frames, to find the door to his office. She reached for the knob with an overwhelming sense of relief….only to find the room locked to her. Her face fell, as did her whole body (though it was visible to no one). Perhaps he hadn’t been serious. He had probably gone to bed after being relieved of his chaperoning duties and hadn’t thought twice about his offer to her. She bit her lip and shook her head, as if physically shaking the thoughts from her mind. She had to trust him. Ever so slowly she timidly raised one petite, pale hand and softly knocked on the door. There was silence for what seemed like an eternity and then, from the other side of the door, a rather upset and indignant ‘mreow’’. WORDS: 747 WEARING: Click! credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0 |
