The Tempest - 1.2

So - the work's done for today (another expose for a photo novel ... my summer jobs. And a reason more I don't like summer very much. It's already too hot and I'm already floated with work again. Why can't my publishers fload me in winter? I like seating on my desk when it's cold outside. But I'd rather be in the garden or at our beach in Ireland on days like that. And thinking that I'll have to write two books and three photo novels in the next weeks!), so I can allow myself a little playing ... though I actually should clean up the mess in my study ... I had such a nice chat yesterday in the evening with mkm19602000. Yet it made for another plot bunny now hunting me ... and I think I'll have to write it. Yet first I'll have to write the f*****ing love scene I promised madamsprout ... and then I'll have to finish typing "The Tempest". Seems like the cleaning of the study will have to wait ... ;-)The TempestBy: Max[Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to J. K. Rowlings and her publishers. So I've only borrowed for a little playing ? Besides I've got an "inspiration" for this story by Rilla's wonderful "Fire and Ice". If you didn't read it yet, do so - you find it at http://sycophanthex.lordandladysnape.com/viewstory.php?sid=401&PHPSESSID=fb9dd24e5a0f63e0e4a9bae35336d555]Chapter 1: Narcissa's Journal, part 1:2: A light in the darknessI really was a fool. I didn't take Bellatrix serious - neither in her love for Darius Lestrange nor in her hatred against the man who'd make Lestrange leave her. As Bellatrix started to date a Ravenclaw seventh year a few weeks later, I believed - with relief - she'd have overcome her crush for the cruel potion master. I couldn't have been more wrong. Bellatrix only was interested in the boy because his father owned the dubious potion lab in which Lestrange worked then. So my sister could claim now, that she's one of the rare people who managed to fool Albus Dumbledore. She became so perfect in playing "cute couple" with her Ravenclaw that she really got permission to spend a few weekends during term at her boyfriend's place where the "cute couple" always immediately separated. Bellatrix flight in the arms of Darius Lestrange and her so-called boyfriend amused himself with visiting the luxurious flat my future father-in-law kept in London for living out his "old Greek tendencies" as my mother-in-law named it casually.Even if I would have known about this arrangement, I couldn't have blamed Bellatrix for it because with 15 I fell in love with one of our teachers myself. Admittedly he was just the opposite to Darius Lestrange and I think what we have together couldn't be called an affair, but a romance.It started already on the first day of my fourth year. I came back in school - this time not only accompanied by Bellatrix, but by our brother Tiberius who was, as expected, sorted in Slytherin too. After the sorting the usual announcements followed - the dark forest being out of bounds, magic not allowed in the halls, list of forbidden items to look at in caretaker Filch's office - and then: "I have the pleasure and the honour to present you our Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Yven Constantin von Melanchton ?" It was first time I heard our always so eloquent headmaster stumble about a name - the explanation followed immediately: "Professor Melanchton comes from Germany ?"I heard Lucius, who sat opposite to me, chuckle: "Let's see how long it will be until he goes back there!" The DADA position seemed already jinxed at this time - Yven's predecessor had almost broken a record in staying three years before he got a nervous breakdown and landed in St. Mungo's. Looking up to our new DADA teacher I thought: "He won't make it longer as a few months" - and I already started to regret it because he looked nice in a shy, boyish way.He was far away of being as handsome as Lestrange; he even didn't look very manly, bony and small as he was. And he had a huge nose and was already becoming a bald head, but as I looked in his brown eyes I saw an openness and kindness I hadn't seen before in a man. And there was more - already on this first evening he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful, precious thing he'd ever set eyes on.I fell in love with him in an instant - and it was mutual although he fought it for weeks. Yet I wanted him and I'm not a Black for nothing. If we set our minds to something - especially if it's getting a man - we're rather determined. In his sixth week at Hogwarts provoked Yven in class - by then even Lucius had stopped laughing at him because he'd shown that he didn't only knew what he was teaching, but was able to defend the Slytherin's duel champions spectacularly - so much he couldn't get me let away without a detention. I knew he wouldn't give me one with himself. He tried to avoid being alone with me at all cost and so he even informed me about the evening I would spend with Filch in cleaning quidditch pocals without magic in front of the entire class. Yet he meade the mistake to be in his office as I was ready with Filch - and so I used my chance, stepped in and informed Yven, that I was in love with him.The next half hour he tried to persuade me that I was too young for love and that my feelings weren't more as a schoolgirl's crush. Of course he didn't succeed, but I succeeded in persuading him to meet me the next night at the Astronomy Tower - only once and only because I neeed a chance to talk with him again, so I at least told him.Probably I should have asked my sister for advice then. She'd managed to carry an affair with a teacher for almost a year. I didn't manage to more then two hours. But at least the situation we were caught in was not so totally embarrassing as Bellatrix's. I didn't lay naked, bond and spread-eagled in my teacher's bed, but was still fully dressed. And so was Yven - we hadn't made it farer as to a passionate kiss and his hand just touching my breast for the first time as we heard a rustle of robes, a sigh and a weary, familiar husky voice: "I would have thought I made entirely clear that I do not tolerate affairs between teachers and students, Herr von Melanchton."Poor Yven! He threw his hand out of my robe as if he'd burned it. Blushing he stammered: "Head ? Headmaster ? es ist mir so peinlich ?" In his excitement he fell in his mother tongue first, but changed then to English, his accent heavier as I've ever heard it before. "It is not as you zink, Headmaster ?" And I, suddenly becoming aware, that my insistence was probably to cost Yven not only his job, but his reputation, added: "It was me, Professor Dumbledore - I persuaded Professor Melanchton ?"A tender hand on my shoulder stopped me. "Miss Black, I appreciate your attempt and I'm glad to hear you're here of your own, free will. Nevertheless I must hold Professor Melanchton responsible - he's the teacher, he's the adult. Therefore he will go to my office now where he will wait for me while I accompany you to your dormitory."We didn't talk on our way down. I was suddenly so ashamed of myself. I had seen with Bellatrix where such an affair leads, I should have known I only would bring Yven in trouble. And - I was ashamed myself about what the headmaster would now think of me. In this moment I didn't thank that I'd probably spoiled ma good chances to become prefect and perhaps even head girl. I only thought: "He must believe I'm another Black with lose moral and a too high developed sexual desire."To think that made my cry. I hadn't been aware that the approving smiles I sometimes earned from the headmaster meant so much to me, but now as I feared he'd never again twinkle at me and he'd never again would answer my greeting with the cheerful "And an especially nice day to you too, Miss Black" I felt as if I'd lost more as my first crush.To my amazement I suddenly felt him touching my shoulder again. He tipped on it, then he gave me a handkerchief and said: "One of the things I've learned during the last century is that women never have a handkerchief when they really need one. That's why every man who doesn't live in a monastery should always carry at least one spare one ?"Even today I find it a bit silly that I pulled out my own handkerchief, saying: "But I have one - and it's even clean!"He laughed. "It seems you're an exception of the rule, Miss Black." Becoming serious again, he proceeded: "Unfortunately I can't make exceptions from the rules. As much as I regret it: Mister Melanchton will have to leave Hogwarts with the train tomorrow. And you will come at three o'clock in the afternoon to my office, Miss Black. We will have to talk about your future then."Of course I didn't sleep this night. I told Persephone what had happened and though she tried to comfort me I cried for hours.Yven I didn't see again. The Seventh Years who had a DADA class first the other morning came to lunch, telling under laughter that Melanchton even hadn't last three months and started betting how long the headmaster would need to find "another poor sod" for the job. They obviously hadn't the slightest glue why Yven had become sacked and I was glad for that. Yet Lucius noticed my red and swollen eyes and after lunch he managed to get me in a corner where he told me he wouldn't mind if I'd have had a crush on the "loser", but "I would mind very much if you'd fuck around, Narcissa. I expect you to be still a virgin in our wedding night and I warn you: I'd become very cross if not. I'm a Malfoy and we don't take what another one had already had."I knew he meant it - and I learned for the first time that my handsome soon-to-be-fianc?e wasn't somebody I would want to cross. Being only 15 years old and feeling so lost as I was on this day, I started to fear him. For a long time after I often cursed my pride which forbad me to admit this fear in front of the headmaster although he asked me about my feelings for Lucius. He even offered me to help me out of my connection with the Malfoys - but I was too ashamed and ? I didn't trust him. I simply couldn't imagine he could get out of my father's grip and so I lied about liking the Malfoys and even babbled about how much I'd look forward to marry Lucius."And here I thought you were in love with Yven von Melanchton ?" Dumbledore said calmly, looking at me over the rim of his spectacles.I laughed nervously. My fear of Lucius was already bigger as the little love I'd developed for Yven and so I denied it with saying: "It was a schoolgirl's crush, wasn't it? I mean it has nothing to do with my feelings for my future husband. And who wouldn't want to marry Lucius? He's handsome, his family is rich, and he'll give me every luxury a woman can dream off ?""Well ?" A long, piercing gaze out of rather cool blue eyes. "Then I want to advise you to play after the rules now, Miss Black. Achilles Malfoy is old-fashioned when it comes to his family and he isn't a man a young witch should cross.""I won't cross him, Professor Dumbledore. I've learned my lesson," I said firmly.For a long moment he only looked at me. Then he sighed and said: "If this is so then you're dismissed."I rose with tears in my eyes. Walking to the door I turned around, swallowed and said quietly: "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to disappoint you."I was almost out of the room as the headmaster called after me: "Narcissa ?" Turning, I saw once again his sad, blue eyes. "Yes, sir?""Pride," he said slowly and quietly, "is important. It helps us to keep our dignity. But it shouldn't rule our lives, Narcissa, especially not when we're in danger of losing our heart for it."To be continued ?