I Just Give Myself The Shivers [Lyra]

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra tensed as he grabbed her, and tried to push him away. But her pathetic attempts were just that. Pathetic. She was actually, for the first time, fighting for him to stop. Her mind didn't even seem to understand that it was him. Writhing around, her breath quickened in fear. What had she gotten herself into? This wasn't happen. She blinked her eyes, as though it was a dream, but she was highly disappointed when the scene did fade like her other dreams did. Somehow managing to break the kiss for a moment, she gasped. "Stop. Stop! Stop!" she pleaded, her voice shaking once more in fear. She didn't have a clue what the hell she was going to do. For a slight moment, she wondered why she was so scared. Her eyes weren't even open, she completely forgot where she was. And she knew was that she couldn't move, which scared the hell out of her.

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[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

Lucius could feel Lyra tense beneath his fingers, but if anything that just put more drive behind his actions and he continued to kiss and touch her even more, red marks appearing on her skin where his hands had just been. Lucius felt Lyra try to fight him off and so he tightened his hold on her, giving her, in his mind, everything she wanted from him. Hadn't this been what she had always asked him for, expected from him? Lucius growled, sucking on the skin on her neck and shoulders, leaving dark, red marks there where he applied so much pressure. Didn't she want him to be kissing her all over, leaving her love bites? "Stop what Lyra?" muttered Lucius, his mouth barely opening. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Some fucking attention?" Digging his fingers into her shoulder and leaving one last pressured kiss on her bruised lips, Lucius pushed himself up off the sofa and walked across the Common Room, stopping on the stairs to give Lyra one last daggered look. Lucius shook his head and looked away quickly from the pathetic sight in front of him.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra made a slightly alarmed noise, resembling a squeak, and fell off the couch. She quickly moved herself backwards until her back collided with the wall. Shaking violently, she looked at him, her eyes wide and filled with one emotion: fear. Still managing to try and force herself into the wall, she looked like a scared child who lost her mother in the park at the age of three. She could hear her heart pounding in her ear. For the first time in her life, she felt scared to be anywhere near him. He was acting just like- She shook her head, trying to escape the thoughts. She swallowed, hard, as she rocking her body against the wall like she had so many times before in her room. She didn't expect him to know this though, she hadn't told him that yet. Closing her eyes tight, she kept saying, 'Stop', over and over, again and again.

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[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

His chest heaving and his lungs pleading for some oxygen, Lucius stood on the stairs for a while, staring across the room to where Lyra was sitting against the wall in a pathetic pile. He was still angry and found it hard to feel sorry for her at all. Lucius had never regretted anything ever before, and he wasn't about to start now. Perhaps she hadn't deserved it, but she had driven him to it, made him so angry that words were no longer enough and he had had to resort to actions. Lucius shook his head at her muttering, his hands raised to his head to rub his throbbing temples. "I have stopped you crazy bitch," spat Lucius venomously. Lucius had never been fond of weak people and Lyra's crying and trembling was making him even more angry. His hands curled into fists, Lucius kicked the wall opposite him, needing to vent out some of the anger inside himself, no longer able to use Lyra. "Night night. Sleep tight," muttered Lucius in a barely audible voice. Lucius knew his foot would hurt in the morning, but his anger would not allow him to think about it right now and besides, he had other things on his mind. Lucius could see, even from across the other side of the room, the fear in Lyra's eyes but instead of feeling remorse or guilt, Lucius found pleasure in it and his mouth curled up at the edges in a weak smile at the power he felt from the look of terror on her face.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra closed her eyes, not the first time she'd been called a crazy bitch. She looked up at him and pushed herself off the floor, her fear no longer obvious. She crossed the room and stood in front of him. "You stopped. Yes. But they didn't. Not till they got what my alcoholic mother couldn't give them," she said, looking straight into his eyes, her own eyes completely blank of every emotion. She basically knew almost every word in that sentence was a shock. Like the fact that they didn't stop. They being her mother's multiple boyfriends. Lucius had no idea, to Lyra's knowledge, that he was even aware her parents were fooling around on every other. He didn't know her mother was drinking so much she would pass out for hours, upon hours, at a time. And she knew, for a fact, that he hadn't known what they did. Now, this wasn't exactly how she wanted to say that, but it did get her point across. Yes, she may have been a crazy bitch, but there was reason for that. Turning her on her heel she walked over to the fire and sat down, staring into the fire. Every thing about her at the current time said she was perfectly fine. He should know her enough by now to know she wasn't. But if for some reason he didn't, she wasn't about to point it out to him.

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[Narcissa Black]

Feeling slightly dizzy Narcissa muttered the Slytherin password, and practically fell through the opening door a bottle of fire-whisky in hand. It was certainly not the entrance she wanted to make, but as far as she could tell from her position on the floor she was the only one it the room. So rolling over she let her eyes close and a smile appear across her face. It had certainly be a rather fabulous celebration, with her sister, her husband and all of his mates. In-fact she was pretty sure she had never drunk so much in her life, and at the moment as she lay there flat on her back, she wondered if it was physically possible for a bladder to explode due to being overloaded with fluid. Well she was most certainly not going to find out, so in one swift motion she was on her knees and clawing to the nearest bathroom.

Drawing level with the fire-place she paused, realising that she was not so alone, and there where now two people sitting there giving her a look a mild interest. “Fire-whisky” she slurred innocently lifting the bottle as she sat back on her heels. It took her a moment through he blurred eyes to realise that maybe she was not really wanted, as it appeared that the two where in the middle of something. But Narcissa was far to out of her normal persona to care about manners, so she just remained sitting exactly where she was, only letting little giggles out every so often.

[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

Lucius opened his mouth to say something but was stopped with the opening of the Common Room door and something practically falling in. Upon closer inspection, Lucius realised that it was Narcissa looking thoroughly pissed up, a bottle of Firewhiskey in her hand. Lucius came to the conclusion that she had been to the gathering that Lucius couldn't be arsed to attend but now he wished he had, it looked like it had been a lot of fun if Narcissa's current state was anything to go by. Lucius's facial expression softened when he looked down upon the rather disorderly looking Narcissa, he had never seen her this drunk and it was rather amusing really. Besides, it meant that Lucius no longer had to think about Lyra and all her problems if Narcissa was in the room. "I'll take that," said Lucius, taking the bottle from her hand and pouring the firey liquid down his throat, he could do with not being able to function properly right now. Discarding the empty bottle somewhere in the Common Room, Lucius bent down and pulled Narcissa up with him into a standing position. There was something rather attracted about a drunk Narcissa and he wasn't just talking about how her top was showing quite a bit of flesh from the weird angle she was currently standing at. "Well at least someone had a good night," muttered Lucius, glaring at Lyra.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra closed her bright blue eyes as the door opened. Turning her eyes, she noticed who stumbled in. Great, just how to make this night so much better. Lyra took in the new comer's appearance and smirked. Narcissa was drunk. As the girl stumbled towards Lucius, Lyra sighed and stood up. "I'm going to bed," she muttered, turning around and running to and up the staircase to the Girls' Dorm. Reaching the top step, she cast her eyes down to the two still in the common room. She shook her head, slowly, and walked into the room where her bed was located. Closing the door behind her, she turned her eyes around the room several times. She pushed herself off the door and went to her bed, collapsing as she ran her hand lightly over the new marks on her skin. She counted eighteen. And that was the ones she could see. Siging heavily, she leaned over and grabbed her wand. Tapping her body in various places, she cast the spell she'd grown rather fond of the spell over the year. The blonde sat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. The girl knew she wouldn't be asleep any time soon as she drew the curtains around herself, blocking herself from the rest of the room.

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[Narcissa Black]

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“I had a wonderful night” Narcissa exclaimed moments after the boy a had spoken. “Filled with drink, laugher, cute boys rather like yourself, and most of all dancing” Her words flowed silkily off her tongue, and as the finished she pushed off Lucius, spinning steadily for a moment before her drunken feet took over and sent her flying. Knocking a side-table over as she when crashing to the floor with a bump. “Oops” she giggled once more, raising her head slightly to the room spin around her. Oh she was certainly going to pay for her actions in the morning, but now she could not care less as she pushed herself on to the now open sofa. Which was certainly more comfortable, and slowly lulled her into a false sleep.

It sadly did not last for long; as the girl who had yet done nothing, muttered something about going to sleep. Before leaving them seconds later. Narcissa was not sure if she should feel offended my this sudden departure, it was hard to even remember if one she know the girl, or two cared if she had offended her. Maybe she might have investigated into it more, if a wave of nausea washed over her making her gag slightly. "I going to be sick" she muttered sitting up slightly, before she current state washed over her once more causing her to fall back, and her eyes to close once more. From that point on her mind slowly drifted of into to dream, and her body became limp.[/sub][/color][/ul]

[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

Lucius recognised the far away look in Narcissa's eyes and knew that she wasn't going to sober up any time soon and that she would most definitely be rewarded with a bitch of a hangover the next morning. Lucius's mouth twisted into a smile at the thought and decided that it was her punishment for going out and having a good time when he had been stuck in the Common Room having an extremely bad evening. Lucius already wanted to forget the entire evening and he had to admit that the little bit of Firewhiskey he had drunk had certainly helped out a little as a slight fuzziness began to over power his thoughts. "Why thank you Narcissa," said Lucius, totally used to receiving compliments. "You also look rather delicious, even with your mouth hanging open in an extraordinary fashion." Lucius laughed and allowed Narcissa to wander off around the Common Room, not even looking up when she fell rather heavily into a side table and then finally onto the sofa.

Collecting the empty Firewhiskey bottle and muttering a select spell under his breath, Lucius refilled the bottle and brought it to his lips once more as he began to down it rather inelegantly. Why should Narcissa have all the fun and besides, he quite liked the idea of not thinking right now. Bottle in one hand, Lucius walked over to where Narcissa was lying on the sofa and took a seat on the edge, looking down upon her. He ran his fingers through her hair distractedly as he continued to pour more of the liquid down his throat, not feeling the inability to look or sit straight just yet. Damn all the Slytherin parties that now meant that he took him twice as long to get well and truly pissed. Lucius sat up quickly, a look of disgust on his face when Narcissa said that she wanted to be sick. Great, the bad side of being drunk. The feeling seemed to have past her pretty quickly though and Lucius retook his seat when it looked like Narcissa had fallen asleep.

"Don't go to sleep Cissa," whined Lucius. "Don't leave me here all bored on my own. Cissa?" A bemused look on his face, Lucius leant forward and shook Narcissa a few times, willing her to wake up. Lucius exhaled deeply and placed his bottle down on the ground, needing them both to wake Narcissa up. It wouldn't be good if she fell asleep down in the Common Room and besides, Lucius wanted some company right now. "Come on, wake up!" She appeared to still be breathing, yet there seemed to be no life in her. Already getting annoyed, Lucius shook her harder, practically sitting right on top of her.

[Lyra Morgan]

A short, sudden, angry cry left Lyra's lips as she punched the blanket under her. She opened the curtains violently, and took a deep breath. She had no choice. The girl had to go back down to the common room. Sighing softly, the seventh year crossed the floor and walked out of the room. Once again, she ran her hand softly down the stones. Lyra came to the conclusion that she might as well go down there to make sure they didn't do something stupid. Like most tend to do when alcohol got involved. Sighing heavily upon entering the common room, she almost wanted to laugh. Narcissa was already asleep? Lyra smirked, walking towards the couch. "Don't think that'll work," she said, a hint of a singsong tone to her voice. She blamed herself for what happened earlier, therefore saw no reason to be mad at him. Lyra, though she would never admit it, almost missed the days Lucius and her used to be before teenage hormones got involved.

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[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

His hands on her shoulders, Lucius shook Narcissa a few more times, before wearing himself out and getting thoroughly bored. Lucius sighed and slumped back on the sofa, picking up the bottle of Firewhiskey and downing even more of it, barely noticing the burning feeling on the back of his throat. Lucius's head lolled on the back of his chair and he exhaled deeply, the silence of the room ringing in his ears and magnifying his feelings of boredom. Why the bloody hell did Narcissa have to be such a bad drunk and pass out just when he wanted to actually do something fun that night? Lucius shoved her one last time but knew it wouldn't do anything, it was just something to do with his hands. His eyes just about to close through sleep deprivation and boredom, they snapped open when Lucius heard a voice close by. He didn't even have to open his eyes to see who it was and so he didn't, he just sat there, his eyes closed lightly.

"Jealous?" said Lucius spitefully. "At least she can sleep." Lucius was already annoyed with Lyra at the moment and the Firewhiskey didn't help with the matter at all, in fact if anything, it just filled him up with even more spite. Lucius sighed for the second time in the past two minutes and crossed one leg over the other, trying to make himself at least a little bit more comfortable on the edge of the sofa, without accidentally sitting on Narcissa. Lucius wondered why Lyra was being so nice to him and if anything, this just made him even more angry at her. The way he had treated her, she should hate him, but she was being pathetic and not showing any resentment towards him at all.

[Lyra Morgan]

Lyra laughed hollowly. "Oh, yes," she said, sarcastically and slowly. Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head towards him. "I'm terribly jealous of someone who can sleep while intoxicated." She smirked and twisted her hair around her fingers. With the look she briefly noticed in his eyes, she could see he didn't understand why she wasn't mad. She leaned her arms against the back of the couch and looked to him. "I'm mad, I hate you, I want to kill you, actually. But I refuse to show you that, to give you that satisfaction. Unless of course you want me to get mad at you," she said, barely looking a him, though her eyes near once left him. Blonde strands fell over her shoulder and hung like a curtain as she tilted her head to the right.

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[Lucius Malfoy {Inactive}]

The Firewhiskey and the sound of Lyra's voice both worked together to ensure that Lucius had perhaps the worst headache he had ever had right now. If anything this just annoyed Lucius even more, adding to the anger than he was already feeling thanks to what had happened that evening. Lucius eyes narrowed as Lyra's rolled and his fist clenched and unclenched, squeezing onto some imaginary tension ball or something. "Drink up," said Lucius, throwing the bottle in Lyra's general direction. "Drink yourself silly and pass out. Do us all a favour." The alcohol and headache had probably made Lucius even more bitter and cold and Lucius knew now was probably not the time to have an argument with Lyra. He carried on anyway. Lucius leant back on the sofa, eyes full of nothing, taking everything that Lyra sent towards him. He yawned and stretched his arms up above his head, but still watched Lyra carefully. "Well I must say, that's nice to know," said Lucius lazily. He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted her to be mad at him to tell the truth. On one hand, it would satisfy him more to know that he had bothered her, but on the other hand, an argument wasn't on his top list of things to do. Lucius merely shrugged.