It's Never Going to be a Strong Point

The House Elves appeared to be happy to see him. Elijah couldn't say the feeling was mutual. He wasn't fond of House Elves. He liked them as people - or as close to people as House Elves can get - but he didn't like the slavery bit. He had a few House Elves at home but they had sleeping quarters and real clothes. That was partly to do with the fact that his mother, rest her soul, had been obsessive about having well-dressed House Elves. They were probably the most mournful ones out of the whole family.

Lighting a cigarette after having Mopsy pour him some Firewhisky, Elijah sat down. He leaned heavily against the spine of the chair and inhaled the nicotine he s desperately needed. He slipped off his shoes and lifted his legs up onto the table, idly wondering what he was supposed to do now. He'd left his bag back in the dorm so he had nothing to draw. He had a pencil, his wand and, of course, his cigarettes but that was about it.

"Mopsy has your Whisky, sir!"

The ginger elf popped up from seemingly no where and Elijah jumped in his seat. His mouth fell agape and a large plume of smoke left the crevice akin to the way a dragon let fire out. The House Elf coughed and Elijah took his wand from the pocket. He flicked it at the windows and they opened up. He dropped his wand down and waved his hand around the House Elf's head.

"Sorry, Mops. You scared me though, babe. You've got to calm it down."

Mopsy nodded and Elijah smiled at her, reaching forward to pat her on the head. She brightened and bounced lightly on the balls of her feet.

"Mopsy go and get Master Lee-Lee some food!"

Elijah groaned quietly to himself as the House Elf rushed away. He shook his head and took a swig of the whisky before placing the cigarette back between his lips. It was bad enough that the Elf called him 'Lee-Lee'. Now she wanted to cook for him. This was going to be a disaster.

Natasha was happy to take a long shower after a hard day of classes. She had Transfiguration,Potions,Herbology and Dark Arts. After this kind of day and a two hours homework session Natasha was very tired. Not to mention she missed Dinner.

So after the long shower, Natasha got dressed, left her hair falling on her shoulders and made her way to the Kitchens. She tickled the pear and walked into the Kitchen room. Three or four house elves ran up to her. "I would like to have a stake with some tomatoes and a glass of firewhysky " she said with a quiet,but powerful voice.


The elves showed her the way to the tables and Natasha smiled as she saw Elijah Krum - a follow Slytherin also in the 6th year. He was just getting his firewhysky from an elf ans she had to swallow back a giggle as he called himself Master Lee Lee.

Natasha walked up behind him and laid hands on his shoulders. Master Lee-Lee, huh? she smiled and walked up in front of him, positioning herself on a chair, smiling at him.

She then heard a little house elf s voice who was carrying a plate and her glass of whiskey. "Thank you." she said with a cold voice,took the plate and the glass and turned back to Elijah. "You have a cigarette for me." she asked raising her eyebrows.

The elf's obsession with referring to Elijah as 'Lee-Lee' was beginning to drive the artist mad. He could put up with her lack of grammar but the master bit and the god-awful nickname was too much. He could barely handle his cousins' remarks. He didn't need to be inadvertently teased by an elf on top of everything else.

Pursing his lips, Elijah shook his head. Mopsy appeared again with a plate of food. It was savoury. She'd gotten him cheese, biscuits, grapes -- that sort of thing. Elijah thanked her and she hopped away, announcing she'd get him the bottle of Firewhisky. Eli smiled and reached forward, taking a grape from the stem. He popped it into his mouth and bit down, making the juice squirt slightly as the side split.

After swallowing, Elijah put the cigarette between his lips. He leaned forward, picked up his knife and slipped it into the brie. The knife slipped a little when Elijah felt hands curl onto his shoulders. He gripped it tighter and looked up, the side of his lip quirking when he laid eyes on Natasha.

Elijah followed her with his eyes and watched as she sat down, a light smirk upon her own lips. He took the cigarette from his mouth and let the smoke drift out from his nostrils instead of his mouth.

Impatiently, Elijah opened his mouth and blew out the rest before speaking.

"The Elf can't speak," was his answer. He smiled and flicked the ash into the ashtray Mops had set out for him. "So therefore, I am 'Master Lee-Lee'. I do not wish to be known as such, though."

Elijah watched as Natasha's elf appeared, a plate of steak and a glass of Firewhisky in its hands. It was at that point that Mops reappeared, planting a kiss on his cheek, filling up his glass and leaving the bottle before disappearing. Elijah laughed and wiped his cheek clear before looking up at Natasha again.

Her request was rather straightforward. Elijah mimicked her, raising his own eyebrows.

"I might do," He smiled cheekily, "What's in it for me, love?"

Breaking another grape from the stalk, Elijah took time to observe Natasha. There wasn't much to her. She wasn't striking like many of the women he'd laid eyes on in the past. But that was what made her rather delightful. Her freckled face and rounded jaw, the healthy body which she possessed...it was all soft and smooth unlike the sharp faces and bodies he'd seen in the past. In claiming that there wasn't much to her, he was telling a lie for there was a lot to the girl. She was, in her own way, beautiful and Elijah liked that innocent beauty in her.

It was such a shame her mind wasn't as innocent as her face.

Her request made Eli smirk. He popped the grape into his mouth and bit down on it, breaking the thin top layer of skin before crushing it between his slightly pointed nashers and swallowing. Elijah wasn't entirely sure if he wanted someone wandering around with that nickname for him in their back pocket. Natasha was rather keen, however. Elijah figured he may as well let her seeing as she'd probably go ahead and call him 'Lee-Lee' anyway.

"You may," He gave a nod and couldn't resist laughing. Shaking his head, Elijah leaned forward and flicked more ash into the ash-tray. Leaning back, he pursed his lips and added, "Just...don't shout it so everyone can hear. I'd liked to keep some masculinity."

Her assumption was one that Elijah didn't doubt for a second. It made him smile. Usually it was him making such suggestive remarks. He leaned forward and picked up the bottle of Firewhisky. He re-filled her glass and added more to his own before placing it down. He took the cigarette back between his lips and took in the nicotine before removing it and letting the smoke drift from his mouth.

"You think so?" He asked, smirking. "It's funny...so do I."

Elijah discarded his cigarette for a moment, letting it sit in the ashtray, and turned his attention to the cheeses as she too began to eat. Elijah picked up the knife and cut into the slab of Stilton Mopsy had gotten out for him from the pantry. He cut of a substantial amount and took a slice of pear that she'd also put out for him. After placing the slice of cheese on top, Elijah ate. He repeated the process a number of times, taking long drinks from the whisky in between, until she stopped eating.

Elijah looked at Natasha and promptly stubbed out the cigarette that had burnt itself out. He considered lighting a new one but something was distracting him. That something in particular was plural. Her thighs had been exposed when she'd placed her legs on the table, giving Elijah a fantastic view.

The Bulgarian bit his lip. Why was she teasing him so?

Elijah chuckled. "That depends sweetheart. What do you have to offer?"

He was sorely disappointed when she moved to fill her glass up. She kept her eyes on him though and Elijah wondered idly whether she was purposely trying to rile him sexually. Even if she wasn't, she was doing a bloody good job of it.

"Now you mention it, darling...I think I would like to see you beg."

The woman laid out almost wantonly before him was certainly not your average pureblood woman that played by the rules. Elijah most definitely liked that in her. She seemed to sense his rapidly growing desire. He wanted her. Even to him now, where he sat, that was completely obvious. Lust was smouldering in his chocolate eyes and his mouth had dried with anticipation. Elijah’s fingers twitched against the glass of whisky and he couldn’t help but smirk. She’d mentioned a long evening. If that was what she wanted then she would sure as hell get one.

“I know you would have,” he murmured with a smirk. Women were fickle like that. Even if you said no they'd go and do it anyway. He smiled and rolled his eyes before looking for another grape. He frowned, realising there was none and looked up, a smirk on his lips as Natasha deposited the last grape into her mouth. Mopsy was quick to replace the grapes, appearing at the side and putting them on the board before disappearing.

Content once more, Elijah took a grape and popped it into his mouth.

Swallowing, Elijah watched as Natasha took her hand across her body. He bit his lip, wishing that he was that hand, and averted his eyes. He quickly refilled his glass and brought it to his lips, looking for a distraction as he thought of a reply.

"Me?" he questioned finally. "No, not at all. Everything's fine."

Elijah closed his eyes momentarily before pulling them back open again. The hand on his shoulder was soft and feather-light and he could do nothing but watch as Natasha leaned over him and took a cigarette. He could smell her perfume and the smell that was just, quite simply, her. Elijah sucked in a breath once she'd pulled away and watched as she lit the cigarette almost expertly.

When she sat down again, Elijah's eyes went to her legs. A poorly kept moan escaped his lips and he promptly put the glass back to his mouth to stifle the traitorous sound. He wanted her. Good God he wanted her. And she knew it. He was sure she knew. Elijah felt a tremor shoot through his shoulders and he put his glass down before he dropped it.

"Humour me," he replied, his voice sounding odd even to his own ears. He recalled the tone though. It was lustful, wanton. Oh yes, he knew what he wanted and by God his body knew that it was going to get it. Elijah leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "What exactly does that dress look like on the floor?"

This woman was mind-boggling. She must have known exactly what she was doing. She was a little flirt that didn't quite know where to stop. Elijah's limit was being tested. He knew taking her on the tabletop wasn't the best of ideas but to Elijah, it was going to be the most convenient way to sate himself. This was foreplay. He had a thousand different uses for chocolate and strawberries. All they needed was-

"Mopsy," The House Elf in question appeared by Elijah's side once more. He turned his head and looked at her, an innocent enough smile on his face as he watched Natasha out of the corner of his eye. "Get me some whipped cream will you?"

Elijah quirked an eyebrow at Natasha as she took the strawberry into her mouth. Elijah shifted slightly in his seat but remained some composure. He was losing will power. He could do this. He wasn't going to have sex with this girl. He wasn't even going to indulge her attempts at the seduction. He wasn't-

"Master Lee-Lee!" Mopsy appeared by his side and handed him the can of whipped cream before disappearing once more.

Elijah felt his throat dry up. He swallowed and felt his cheeks heat up slightly. "Sexual?" He asked, looking at Natasha. He popped the cap of the whipped cream off and pushed the button. It rose to the top of the nossle and Elijah smiled. "So I'm sexual? You find me attractive I take it?" He questioned, now incredibly pleased with himself.

When she requested a refill, Elijah put the whipped cream down. He reached for the whisky bottle and filled hers before topping up his own. He placed the bottle down and rose out of his chair. He walked around the side of the table and stood behind Natasha. He leaned down over her and reached forward, taking one of the strawberries out of the bowl.

"I don't know," he murmured in her ear. "I think the floor would be lucky to wear it."

He clicked his fingers and the whipped cream flew into his spare hand. He spread a dollop across the peak of the strawberry and took a bit of chocolate. He placed it on top and held it out for Natasha.

"Try that."

When she asked her question, Elijah smirked. He shook his head and chuckled. "I have been told by a few people," he admitted. "I won't let it go to my head, though."