CHECKMATE

Black Knight: Legilimency

*A lil bit racy but that's fine :) Enjoy!*Accompanying music: Play with fire by Sam TInnesz ft. Yacht Money

Adrian's POV:

I've finally told someone I'm a Legilimens.

Well, I've told a lot of people, but not to their faces.

You see, secrets are the best way to get what you want. Not Galleons. Not gold. Secrets.

Father always told me I was special until his last breath. I didn't know about Legilimency until I was in the care of my guardians. I'll save you the sob story of me being an orphan, that's too boring. The head of the household taught me everything I needed to know about "mind-reading": interpretation and manipulation of thoughts and all that jazz. It was difficult at first because I was intruding a person's mind and as a young wizard who lost their only family, my emotions weren't intact. Luckily, I wasn't the only one.

I had a partner, a friend. Every day in the god-forsaken library of that god-forsaken chateau, we spent hours learning the family tradition. I fucking hated it but what else could I do? Run away? Orphans don't end well in the streets. I needed to excel and so I did, manipulating and torturing the poor little boy in front of me until he couldn't take it anymore. The boy eventually learned how to defend himself, but I can still see his scared vulnerable thoughts, every now and then.

As I started my classes in Hogwarts, Legilimency was natural to me. I didn't use it for cheating on tests or getting a perfect score, that's too pathetic. I wanted their trust. Foiling those red-headed twins' menial schemes was the beginning. It was easy to rat them out to Professor Snape and with that, I was secured for success in the school. Other than that, I know what the faculty liked especially the headmaster. I became what they wanted, the perfect student. The teacher's pet without begging on my knees for scraps. I was the one they needed, not the other way around. I wasn't called Slytherin's Good Boy for nothing!

Trusted by the most feared Professor, excelling in all classes, a place as Prefect, and a Quidditch player, I was on top of my game. And as luck would have it (and a little bit of Legilimency), I got to be this year's Head Boy. And what a coincidence would it be to be with the most promising girl in the whole school as my Head Girl.

Right. It wasn't a coincidence.

After that night, all I hear was her. Elizabeth Rosier.

I never understand the spell she had on the Weasleys, but now I know why. In the silence of the night, she was the only voice I needed to hear. She was unpredictable yet vocal. I was damn curious. I needed to find a way to know more. To get closer.

Fortunately, the closet made it happen.

"Okay, I'll bite then." Elle snarked at me. Elle. A charming pet name for a deceivingly charming girl.

"Is that your kink?" I asked, playing a strand of her hair. She smelled of driftwood and coconuts.

"Oh, grow up, Pucey!" She pushed me with her good hand. "How much do you know of that night?"

Her mind was racing.

I tried to pry her thoughts. Cloudy figures of what happened that night came rushing through Rosier's head. It was confusing to see nothing but fog. The Memory Extraction spell was potent. I can see the frustration on her face, trying to remember. Underneath the candlelight, her brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched up in annoyance. Amusing.