Twisted Lust

The sun played through the windows, laying it’s rays down on Hermione, on her golden skin, shining in the afternoon glow. Tomorrow students would return home from break, tonight was the New Year.

Draco traced his fingers across her back, tracing the marks that were slowly fading away, fading away, but still there for all they knew.

“Does it hurt?” he drawled on, in a concerned voice.

“No, I don’t feel them anymore, I only feel one” she said, sounding bored, like she’d said it a million times.

He made a motion to grab her arm, so that she would be facing him, but she pulled away and kept facing the wall.

“You’re bed is soft” she whispered, a low undertone of sultry bordering in her voice.

“Yeah but that doesn’t matter, that’s not important” he said, starting to get annoyed

“Yes it is” she turned, kissing him full on the lips, grabbing his shirt and tearing the buttons away.
“It so is” she moaned into his mouth, her tongue toying with his, begging for a reaction.

“Hermione.” she tugged on his bottom lip
“Herm, I, oh, he-” she grabbed his mouth again, consuming it, toying with it, slipping her hands down, down into him.

He lapsed into one more moment of consciousness, trying to fight her off, before she took him in her mouth. Sucking, plying, pulling. Her nails dragging on his back, sending shivers.

She released it, running out of the room. He heard things falling,
“What are you doi-” he asked before she returned, pulling an altoid out her mouth.

“You’ll see”

She took him again, this time deeper, lightly playing with his balls, smoothing her tongue on the underside. And he felt it, a cold tingling sensation that felt delicious, made him get even harder if that was even possible.
He watched her bob her head, up and down, up and down, and then she pressed her cavity down, making it smaller, completely enveloping his cock, covering it in her mouth. He was close, he was starting to pant.

She felt him swell even bigger, she was delighted, she loved when that happened, taking as much as possible she pulled slightly again.
This time, he lost control. Thrusting into her face, over and over, releasing everything he had been holding back, and she swallowed it. Like an expert. Like a professional.

She drew her head back, smacking her lips together.
“You taste better than the others” she said with a laugh.

He was instantly brought to his senses, he was actually slightly disgusted that she had referenced him to others, he didn’t want there to be others. He only wanted her for himself.

She was going to pounce on him, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to touching her, she was so tainted, he felt so tainted. He quickly pushed her off and ran to the showers.

He ran it cold, ran it so it would clean him of everything, he thought it would.

She reached behind him, sucking on his neck, placing kisses as she went down.
“Your skin is so soft, I could rub it all day long” she whispered in his ears, licking behind it, grabbing his already hard cock.
“Your body is so strong, so defined, I could touch it all day long” she whispered into his ear, biting the lobe, her hands working faster on his straining member.
“Your cock is so long, I could have it pound into me all day long” she said louder, facing him, and impaling herself on him. Just like that.

She pushed him against the wall, he was like putty in her hands. And she started to ride him, hard, taking him there, licking off the cold water beads off his chest. He couldn’t take it, the tension was too much.
He grabbed her and flipped her around, pushing her against the wall, thrusting into her like all his life depended on it. She raised her legs, raised them on put them on his sides. Watching his face as he lost control, she liked seeing boys lose control.

He didn’t want to, he didn’t want to use her like this, he didn’t want her to take advantage of him, but he was losing control. He thrust without abandon, and the whole time she watched him, that minx watched him, a smile growing on her face. He moved in to kiss her, to kiss her passionately, but she moved her face to the side.

“I like to watch you Draco” she said his name like it was a sin.

He thrust into her one more time, before emptying himself in her, the second time in thirty minutes.
He made a motion to move out of her, but she grabbed him tighter with his legs.

“You fill me, I want to feel full”
So he stood there with him inside her, pressed against the shower wall.

“Hermione”

“Yea? Want to go another round?”

“No, no, Hermione I have to talk to you”

“Always talking, always talking, wouldn’t you just like to play?” she said with a wink.

He looked back at her, taking himself out of her, walking away

“Take a shower Hermione, clean yourself up”

She put the water back on hot, ignoring the screaming that was coming from Draco’s room, ignoring the sound of glass being thrown at walls, ignoring everything but the shower itself.

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Thirty minutes later she walked downstairs and sat next to him, she was clean, he was dirty, he was bruised. What a contradiction.

She put her hand on his shoulder, he visibly stiffened.

“Do you see this going anywhere Hermione? Just tell me now. Tell me it’s all been another affair, tell me it doesn’t mean anything. Tell me what happened to you didn’t mean anything. Tell me you don’t care. Tell me it’s funny”

“It wasn’t” she muttered.

“Tell me Hermione, tell me you see something in me, in us, please tell me” Draco whispered, trying to keep his composure, trying hard to fight back tears of anger.

Hermione thought for awhile, thinking of things hidden to everyone else.
“It scares me”

“What, what scares you?” he said, his voice brimming on screaming.

“Stop screaming. It just scares me, I’m not ready, I’m not ready to belong, I’m not ready to have someone hold me at night, it’s too soon.”

“I won’t abuse you, I won’t use you. All I want to sleep next you at night, wake up staring at you, I can’t live with you being with other people Hermione, I won’t allow it”

“But I need to be used Draco, I need it, I told you before, how many times do I have to tell you, it’s the only way I forget”

“There are other ways to forget Hermione, real love, things like that, there are other ways to forget.”

“But it’s not that simple”

“Then I have nothing else to say, everyone will be back tomorrow, you can pick your next conquest tomorrow”

He left the room.

When had things gotten so complicated, why couldn’t things be like before. Before he had a title, he had fans, he had a home to go to. Now he had nothing, nothing except love for one girl, one fucked up girl who couldn’t be with him. But oh he loved her, he would die for her, and that’s what scared him the most.

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The sun slowly went down, the night sunk into the sky. She had been sitting by the window, thinking, all day, ever since Draco had left her. So what, like he said, he was just another boy, just another one she had won over, no big deal. But inside, she knew it was a big deal. She had cared for him, cared for him so much, and the moment he gave himself to her, he had lost a lot in her books. But it wasn’t his fault.

She was messed up, she had to accept it. But what if he could change her? What if he could take away the suffering and the wall she’d built around her. He could, but did she want him to?
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It was raining, fucking raining on New Years, and he was outside, hair matted to his face, shirt glued to his body, freezing. He didn’t have his wand, stupid on his part, he didn’t have a coat. He glanced at his watch, the only muggle thing he ever bought,
10 minutes, ten more minutes until the new year. He walked off to side of the Great Lake, nearing the castle doors. No point in getting himself killed, or maybe there was so many reasons to do it.

One more minute, he counted to himself. He heard it
“Draco” he thought he was imagining it.
“DRACO” it screamed, carrying through the pouring rain, he looked to the other side of the lake. Something was running towards him. Fuck who was it.
“DRACO” it screamed again, he blinked against the rain, squinting harder.
It was coming closer.
“Draco wait, wait up” he knew that voice, it was..

“Hermione?”

“Look, I know I have problems, I know we have issues, but we can make it work right? We can make it work.”

“What are you saying Hermione?”

10 seconds.

“It’s just”

9 seconds.

“What, it’s just what?”

7 seconds.

“Draco I”

6 seconds.

“I”

4 seconds.

“Draco”

3 seconds.

“Yea”

2 seconds.

“I love you”

Zero seconds. New Years.

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She was sleeping, her arm dropped over his waist, her head in the crook of his neck. Sleeping on him. He loved her, she loved him. It was perfect. He felt so lucky, it was like he was a kid on Christmas.

But something was bothering him, something she’d said, something she’d said when she told him that sordid tale.

That servant, what was it, what did she say about the servant.

His eyes opened up

The servant had red hair.



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So thanks to all those who reviewed.
And i'm not going to reveal anything yet. But a lot of you might be on the right track
;)
So i hoped you all had a lovely new years.
i didn't intentionally plan this story to be at the same time, it just sort of happened
But
thanks again for the reviews
and review some more.