Title of Thread: The Four Poster [of Vector Raven]

Forum: Ravenclaw Boys’ Dorm

Time: Year 2008, Late in the school year [My 5^th Year]

Players: Vector Raven & Darcie Dracel         

 

                It had been two weeks since he last talked to, or even saw Darcie. He wondered whether or not she even cared that this was the longest they had not spoken while still residing in the same building. He missed her everyday even though he would never admit it. He never even wrote it in his journal, no one would ever know. He was still angry with her about all the things over the years he let her get away with. But now that he was still single and Aram hardly ever ventured into the dorms anymore, he spent most of his spare time up here writing or thinking. He was getting really lonely...

               

                Darcie hadn’t even looked at the stairs that led to the boys’ dorms in a couple months it seemed. The end of term was here and the OWLs were upon them once again. She was standing at the bottom of them, knowing she had studying to do, but the Ravlytherin couldn’t help but ponder taking a stroll up those stairs to see if someone in particular was there. But, even if he was, would he speak to her.

 

                She sighed heavily and shuffled a boot back and forth over the carpet. Decisions; decisions. With another heavy sigh, Darcie just turned and started climbing, knowing that if she slowed down she might not get there to that door, the door with her oldest friend behind it. Was he even considered her friend anymore? She sure as hell knew the other closest person in her life wasn’t claiming the elder to be a friend anymore.

 

                And, then there it was. The journey was over and her nose was mere inches from the dark wood barrier. Would he be there? Would he answer? Swallowing roughly, she lifted a hand and knocked upon it before a flight response kicked in.

 

            It seemed that he hadn’t left his room for centuries. He felt like he was both socially and mentally retarded. He hadn’t seen a soul in weeks, except when he showed up to the OWLs, scribbled his name on the top of his exam and walked out. He couldn’t seem to retain any information, and his best suit was never in the study department. He wondered why he wasn’t sorted into another house, any other besides the one known for their studies.

 

                He was in the midst of putting all this into his journal when a knock hit the door to his dorm. “Come in,” he called out. He caught a whiff of the person as the door opened and he knew who it was. “Look if you are here to lecture me, or make me feel worse, it really isn't the best time. So instead, yes I’m retarded, yes I will be held back, and yes I will leave and be out of your hair by the end of this year forever. That should about cover it, wouldn’t you say?” He asked, sarcastically. The thought never even attempted to cross his mind that she might just be there for reconciliation.

 

                “Come in.” There it was; the admittance into his room. Taking a deep breath, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open gently, hoping to not show any form of anger at the moment. Even though there was some always bubbling, she could keep a lid on it for a little while. But, before she could even the close the door behind her, he had begun speaking or bordering berating; caught her scent no doubt.

 

                “Look if you are here to lecture me, or make me feel worse, it really isn’t the best time.” “But...” Darcie attempted to interject, but he was going again. Her eyebrow lifted as it seemed his anger was due to the upcoming OWLs and apparently the ones from last term. She had done fairly well, even though she had wished to do better in Potions rather than History of Magic. “And yes I will leave and be out of your hair by the end of this year forever. That should about cover it, wouldn’t you say?” There was the click of the door behind her as she finally shut it, leaned backwards against it and shoved her hands into the pockets of her black slacks. “Who said I wanted you out my hair?” Darcie inquired softly as she just stood there and looked at him calmly.

     

      Of all the things that could have taken place at that moment, He never would have expected her to be so calm... Or nice for that matter. He kept silent. He didn’t want to express his doubt of her. Surely she had something up her sleeve, something that would appear to be nice and then crack down upon him once he took the bait. He sat in his recliner in his lonely dorm, his feet propped up on his bed beside him. He looked up from his journal with a neutral face; not happy to see her nor disappointed. Vector Raven sighed. He wanted this silence to end but was sure that if he broke it, only animosity would result.

 

He didn’t answer her. Great, this was going oh-so-very well. Darcie fought hard not to roll her eyes as she waited there, leaning against the back of his door. It had taken a lot of effort and personal convincing to get to ascend the steps and knock on his damn door. Now, he was just going to recline there in his casual, sexy way and wait for her to say something else or get the hell out of his room.

 

                Then, there was a sigh; a prompt to say something and she sighed in return before opening her mouth. “Are you waiting for me to pull my wand or something? Must I do like I did with Aura...” Perhaps, it would be best if she did. After all, with the absence of her wand on her, maybe he would speak to her. Darcie shrugged off the robe and laid it across the nearest chair to the door. “Better? Or shall I roll my sleeves up as well?”

 

      Finally she spoke. That was more familiar. Her pulling her wand would have made his day complete; his life. “Well if you feel you must Darcie, though I doubt you came here to duel. It wouldn’t be much of a challenge for you now would it? It would be quick though, but I think you can wait till the end of the year for that anyway.” he said casually.

 

                Then he remembered something. She always kept her wand in her robe. Now he understood. She was trying to show him that she wanted to end this tension between them. He thought for a moment about what he would do. The though occurred to him almost immediately; a little pay- back. He would make up with her later. But first he had something else in store.

 

      He quickly flipped his wand out from his holster on his wrist and pointed it at her wand in her inner pocket of her robe. “Accio wand,” he muttered. He stood up and caught her wand in his hand. “How about a little role reversal, shall we?” He said walking towards her pointing his wand at her throat. The tip of his wand touched her skin and he directed her to the corner of the room, furthest from the bed.

 

                He tilted her head up to look him in the eyes. “How does it feel to be powerless? I may not be the most magically inclined, but I am good enough,” he breathed, inches away from her. He drew closer and she no longer seemed frightened; closer still until finally, he pressed his lips against hers. He had waited for so long, and surely he wasn’t about to pass this up, even if there was nothing there. Even though he no longer felt the way he did before; even if she never felt that way for him... He had to...

 

      “It would be quick though, but I think you can wait till the end of the year for that anyway.” Darcie had lifted an eyebrow at his comment. Apparently, he didn’t remember where her wand usually was. Perhaps if he dueled her a bit more often... She remained silent, her eyebrow still lifted as he finally moved, but only barely. He pulled out his wand instead. “What the hell...” Darcie murmured to herself almost inaudibly as he pointed it at her robe. No, he wasn’t...

 

                “What are...” She began but was cut off when he spoke again. “How about a little role reversal, shall we?” Her emeralds narrowed as he stepped closer to her, wand lifted, suddenly being put at her neck, just grazing her slightly flushed skin. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t like this normally. He always submitted.

 

                Her back met the two walls on either side of the corner; pinned with his wand at her throat. She felt it move and instinctively she closed her eyes for a second. When nothing came though but his words, she opened them again. He was too close. “How does it feel to be powerless? I may not be the most magically inclined, but I am good enough.” Darcie couldn’t do anything but breathe heavily, onto his skin, which wasn’t supposed to be there, but it was.

 

                Then there were lips. Holy Merlin, he was not supposed to be doing that to her. She was already physiologically aroused due to being frightened. How could she not mislabel what she was feeling when there were suddenly lips instead of a wand? Slowly and hesitantly, she kissed him back, unable to do anything else. She was powerless.

 

      He wasn’t sure why he did it. It wasn’t like him at all. Maybe it was all the anger she made him feel mixed in with the lust he still felt for her but would never admit. Whatever it was, it worked. She was kissing him back. It was just like he had imagined it all those years, except he never had to threaten her into a corner. In fact it was more her role to be so dominant.

 

      He was soaring now, having finally accomplished a small but long awaited goal. He didn’t want it to end. Their lips danced together, along the surface of one another. There may never be anything more than friends or enemies between them, so for just this one moment, he would be happy. After all, Life is but a series of moments. One moment missed, is an eternity of moments of regret...

     

      Darcie sucked in breath as the kiss continued. The walls were at her back, his wand still pressed to her tender throat, and for a moment there, she thought she felt sparks emit from the tip, burning her skin slightly, but she didn’t care. Her mind was swimming, unable to think of anything but the moment she was in right then and there; the moment she thought would never happen between the two of them.

 

      There was just something about submitting, something about setting her power aside involuntarily that just made her fall deeply. Never had her oldest friend done something like this. He was always gentle, too caring, and submissive to her power. When he said ‘role reversal’ he had meant it. Lost in the feeling, Darcie lifted her hand, accidentally bumping his wand-arm, but she just had to touch his face.

     

       She reached up to touch his face, bumping into his wand arm in the process. He took his other hand and took her by her wrist. He pinned her arm against the wall behind her as the kiss was broken. “You cannot toy with me anymore. I am not the same person you used for amusement,” he said as he backed up. “I’ve taken what I wanted. Now leave,” he said turning away coldly. He again summoned her wand and thrust it into her hand. He left her there in the corner, alone, broken down as he never expected her to be. He had found her weakness. Now it was time for him to play at her weaknesses for a while.

 

                He returned to his recliner, his face free of any emotion. He truly had changed. “Was there something you wanted?” he asked as though he had forgotten she was there.

 

      The moment was broken as soon as she attempted something beyond the initial kiss. Dammit, she shouldn’t have done that. The sudden feelings of romanticism turned to fear again as he took hold of her wrist. She pursed her lips, the lips that had just been on Vector’s and narrowed her emeralds once again. “You cannot toy with me anymore. I am not the same person you used for amusement.” She had been toying with him forever it seemed. But, this she was feeling now was more than she ever felt before.

 

      It was a frightening feeling in itself. Suddenly, she didn't want to toy anymore. “I’ve taken what I wanted. Now leave.” “Wha....” Darcie practically exhaled; her breath still a bit ragged. No, no, that wasn’t it. Her wand was thrust at her and she took it, sliding it into the holster custom made on the thigh of her pants. And she still stood there.

 

                He moved back over to his chair. There was no way he could just kiss her and walk away from it. Not after the way he had made her feel just then. He was able to stand up to her finally. “Was there something you wanted?” She pursed her lips again and swallowed roughly. “You.”

     

      He waited for her to answer. She looked a bit flushed, but not angry. He had just said the coldest possible words short of insulting her that one can say after just having kissed her. She seemed as though, she liked it.

 

“You want me? A bit late for that. Like I said, I took what I wanted. The moment has passed...” He shrugged. “Do you really think you deserve another chance?” He asked her coldly. He figured it best he not holst his wand just yet, incase he went too far. His reflexes were unmatched, he could block if he needed, and he was quite good a dodging as well.

 

“Well do you?” he asked impatiently. “Prove to me that you are not trying to play with me Darcie. This seems like something you would do just to get the upper hand. But know now, that whether you come to me now, or turn and walk away, it makes no difference to me,” he said looking her in the eyes.

 

                “You want me? A bit late for that. Like I said, I took what I wanted. The moment has passed...” Darcie swallowed again, even though there was nothing to swallow. He was going to turn her away now? After that display he put on, after how he forced her to realize the passion between the two of them. He couldn’t do this to her now. She looked down her hands and noticed them trembling slightly. What was wrong with her?

 

“Prove to me that you are not trying to play with me Darcie.” Proof, could she give him proof in this state? “But know now, that whether you come to me now, or turn and walk away, it makes no difference to me.” “No difference...” Darcie spoke softly, slightly shaky, as she tossed her wand onto his bed. She didn’t need it here. Her magical power was not being tested right now. He proved he knew how to dominate over her. “You can’t say I have no effect on you whether I turn away or whether I...” Her words faded as she stepped closer to him, and put both hands upon the back of his neck to pull his face closer. “Whether I realize what I’ve been missing...” she whispered before pressing her lips back to his again.

 

                It seemed to him he had a power over her. One he could have had log ago if he only knew. If he were begging her, she would have left him there alone, but since it was he holding the dice things had changed.

 

She pulled him to her and he marveled at his simple victory over her. He was truly going to enjoy this. Now finally she sees just what she has been missing all these years. It only took a little aggressiveness. She kissed him again, this time she was initiating. But he couldn’t give her the satisfaction of being in control, not even for a second. He wanted her to know that he was in fact the one in charge.

 

He pushed her away. “No no, dear. Proof does not mean throw yourself at me. I have seen quite enough of that. I think you will surely have to do something that shows me your true motive. We already know you are strong in this department... I believe something a little more... public... is in order... If you put your reputation on the line then I will know that your intentions are solid.”

     

                Darcie felt the sudden swimming feeling again as her lips met his again, but that wasn’t what he wanted. The kiss was broken as he pushed her back, making her feel slightly angered. What now? He just kept denying her over and over and it was painful, just like little spikes stuck into her skin. “No no, dear. Proof does not mean throw yourself at me. I have seen quite enough of that.” Ah, she was the type to do that wasn’t she?

 

Then, what the heck was he brewing now? “I believe something a little more... public... is in order... If you put your reputation on the line then I will know that your intentions are solid.” Oh no, the reputation. The huge L word and it wasn’t love. Darcie could show so much love when she was pulled to and unable to avoid her heart.

 

Her breath quickened again, absolutely worried that she wouldn’t be able to do it. Her eyes were obviously showing the fear of being rejected. Not many could reject her, but she knew that he could in an instant it seemed. What had happened to him? What had made him so bold? So much more desirable than he had been...

 

“I think I can...” That damn L word.

     

      He could see that she was afraid. Perhaps of him rejecting her for once, something he felt fine with doing if she did not do as he asked. For once in his life he was doing the leading. He was not pampering to anyone’s needs, rather he was the one being pampered. Darcie was in the palm of his hand.

 

What drove him to this point? He figured after being rejected over and over again... Aura at the pub was the last straw. If there were any hearts to be broken, it would not be his. He would be doing the breaking from now on. “You think you can huh? That’s the spirit. Well then lead the way. Lead me to the proof I require. Should this proof not live up to my standards, you will not have another chance, and I shall leave you standing there, alone for everyone to see. Off we go then...” He said getting up once again. “Oh and leave your wand... You won’t be needing it for the trip.” He said waiting for her to lead the way. Would she prove her loyalty? They were about to find out.

     

       “You think you can huh? That’s the spirit. Well then lead the way. Lead me to the proof I require.” This was it. All of a sudden, years of pent-up frustration and secret feelings were let loose and now, she didn’t think she could stop the flow if she tried. He was her oldest friend and one of her best. It had always been there and she hadn’t seen it... until now.

 

                “Off we go then...” She knew exactly where to go, but as she maneuvered towards the bed to get her wand, he spoke up. “Oh and leave your wand... You won’t be needing it for the trip.” Darcie was naked without her wand. All the power she had been building would not matter if her wand was not on her. As she looked to Vec again, into those dark browns of his, she knew what she had to do. She wanted this, she could do this. She couldn’t put it on hold any longer and flirt around the castle.

 

                She withdrew her hand from the bed as ordered and moved to the door, making sure she kept her head up in her usual dignified manner as best as possible without her wand in pocket as they traveled the distance to the Great Hall.

 

Fin.