Markings of an Inmate

Chapter 10: Showing True Faces

Once we were back in the common room, I shrugged off my soaked jacket and hung it on the back of the closet door. Mi had disappeared upstairs, probably to take a shower. We hadn’t spoken since leaving the pitch, and I was a little uneasy to be around her. She wanted to be there for me, I knew that, but I also knew what pain could come from the memories of my parents.

I jogged up the stairs and went to my room to shed the rest of my wet clothes and pull on a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt. Slipping under the soft sheets, I waited for Mi to finish her shower.
Last night got out of hand. She had no reason to apologize, I did. She was only trying to help, and I shouldn’t have lost my temper. She had no clandestine motives; she wasn’t like the girls that I had relations with before. She cared for me, because of me.

“What are you smiling about?” Mi asked gently as she walked into the room, in a pair of dark red cotton sleep shorts and a white camisole that clung to her in all the right places.

“You.” My smile was barely noticeable but it was there, “Come here, love.”

Pulling back the covers, I opened my arms, inviting her to join me. The mask that had taken over her features slid off to reveal a genuine smile, albeit tentative, but a real one.

She slid in under the sheets and rested her head against my chest, taking one of my hands in hers, placing a kiss against the previously opened wounds. “How are they feeling?”

She had healed them pretty decently at the pitch. She also made me stop at the Hospital Wing to fix the shattered bones. Now, there was just a dull throb every so often.

“They’ve been better, but they aren’t so bad,” I replied, wincing slightly as she brushed her thumb over the knuckles.

“Knuckles are the worst.”

I nodded and kissed the top of her head softly before completely relaxing into the bedding.

“Draco . . .” She looked away awkwardly.

“Yes, Mi?” I prodded gently.

“Do you want to talk about what happened today?” She looked up, hope and concern shone clearly in those chocolate eyes.

I shook my head softly and watched her lip form a slight pout.

“Oh, okay.” Her voice was soft and defeated, and it caused me to give in.

“But, I will.” I sighed when she looked up quickly, her eyes locking with mine. “She was okay for a little while, and other than the fact she thought I was my father and that she thought she was home, she was Mum. It was good.” Mi nuzzled against me, expressing she was still listening.

“It was hard being there, seeing her in that hospital bed, seeing her smiles falter and her spirit dampen. She talked to Blaise and noted how much he was like Kojak, his father, and I could see Blaise breaking.” Taking in a deep shuddering breath, I realized that both Blaise and I had lost our fathers.

“The subject of his father is a sensitive subject with him, and it’s not my story to tell.”

She nodded, understanding the position I was in. “When today did she . . . well . . . I, um . . .”

I chuckled slightly as she tried to find the words for her question. “When did she go nutters, yesterday?” I added, suggesting with a slight shrug.

Mi blushed furiously. “Not the word I would have used.” Her voice was quiet as she defended herself. She was adorable.

“Well, it’s the truth. After she hummed that lullaby I sing to you when you’re worried.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm the emotions rising in me. My chest and throat were tight, and I could feel the tears prick my eyes.

“She didn’t know who I was.” Mi ran her hand down my torso, trying to calm me, and I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel. “She kept screaming that she wanted to go home and I wasn’t supposed to be there, then the Healers came in.”

“What about your father, when did you see him last?” Her voice was quiet.

“He was already in Azkaban when I was put in the detention program,” my voice cracked.

“Oh,” was all she said.

“I saw him the day I was marked. His guards brought him to where I was being ‘cleaned’, bloody torture it was; high powered water spells. Water was ice cold, and the floor was stone and slippery. Blaise and I were pretty torn up when he came in.”

I tightened my arms around her. “The last time I saw him was June fifth. The day I turned I turned seventeen.”
“I’m so sorry, Draco,” she leaned up and kissed me gently.

Pulling her closer, I deepened the kiss, wanting to feel something other than the hurt that was swimming inside of me. Hearing her moan softly spurred me on. I grabbed her hips pulling her up, so she could straddle my waist. Tracing her bottom lip, I begged for permission. She shivered against me and moaned, shyly brushing her tongue against mine.

I grabbed the back of her neck tightly, pulling her even closer, abusing her mouth. She broke away to breathe and looked down at me, a small smile playing on her swollen lips.

I reached for her hips and rocked her against my erection, she gasped and her eyes went wide. “Shh, love. Not gonna go that far yet.” She relaxed considerably but she was still stiff.

“Just relax, feel.” Gods, I wanted to feel her; be buried deep inside of her, with her sighing and whimpering. ‘Slow down, mate,’ I told myself.

I let go of her hips and she continued to rock against me gently. I smirked playfully as I worried the hem of her shirt, before yanking it over her head, baring her chest to me. I quickly sat up quickly, leaning down to her chest to capture one of the harden pebbles with my mouth. I felt her squirm and wrap her legs around my back, making her more comfortable.

Her gasps and whimpers were delicious. She was amazing, so responsive to my touch. Rolling and nipping at the soft flesh before switching to its neglected twin. I leaned forward, lowering her onto her back so she was now beneath me.

Sitting back on my knees, I took her in. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

And she was! I wasn’t just saying that.

Her curls were spread out beneath her on the duvet, her eyes darkened with lust and desire. Her lips were swollen from our previous kisses, pert breasts that were a perfect handful, flat soft stomach, and curves in all the right places.

I pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing before leaning down and capturing her mouth once more. She ran warm hands down my back nails digging in slightly as I grinded against her. “Draco,” she moaned softly, trying to get my attention. Pulling back I looked down at her, slightly frustrated.

She let out a small chuckle at my desperation. “I want to try something.”

I cocked an intrigued eyebrow at her statement. “What would that be, kitten?”

My voice was gruff from the little teasing I had been doing to her. Gods, I needed her, but I knew she wasn’t ready for it, and it was taking all that I had to keep myself restrained.

“Lay back.”

Doing as I was told, I rested against the pillows. She came to rest on her knees, as I had earlier, and traced a finger down my torso, through the contours of my muscles. She cupped me though my sweats making me to groan.

“Mi, don’t tease.” It came out as a low growl and she let out a small laugh.

“Shh, Draco, it’s my turn to make you feel good.”

She was trying to be naughty. I knew that. I let out another groan at the thought of how naughty I could make her. I could teach her exactly how naughty she could be with that mouth of hers. ‘Just go down, baby. I’ll show you,’ I wished silently to myself.

Her fingers hooked under the waist of my pants, dragging them down my legs before pulling them completely off. She eyed my hard-on appreciatively and I smirked up at her. Her tongue darted out wetting her lips, and my cock twitched at the sight. Gods, what I would do to have that sweet mouth on me.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as she asked. I felt her kiss my chest and down my abs. I stiffened, she wasn’t going to do what I think she was, was she? Merlin, my fucking wish was coming true.

“I’m not too good at this,” she said softly.

Suddenly, I felt her kiss the tip of my dick lightly before opening her mouth and taking it in. My eyes flew open as I watched her bob up and down between my legs.

“Love,” I panted. “Unless you bite, you can’t screw this up.” She hummed in reply making me involuntary thrust my hips forward. She pulled back, and I looked at her alarmed. Why in the hell did she stop?!

“Sorry,” she said quietly.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t stop love, please,” I pleaded softly. I hated doing it, but I was wound tight as a fucking wire.

She smiled. “Walk me through it?”

I nodded. I reached over for the glass of water on my bedside. “Here take a sip of this, it will help.”

She took a generous swig before taking me back in. I moaned as she slid her mouth down as far as she could go.

“You can use teeth, but just on the shaft.” She did as I said and I shuddered. “That’s it love.” I threaded my fingers through her hair.

She came up and sucked hard on the tip causing me to arch slightly. “Use your hand.” She wrapped her hand around my sensitive cock and continued sucking on the tip.

She pumped her hand rhythmically at the base as she took me in as far as she could without gagging. When her hand went up, her mouth came down, the twin sensations were driving me crazy.

I could feel the tingle in the base of my spine begin to build, I pulled gently at her hair, and she moaned. Vibrations, bad! “Love, you gotta stop, I’m gonna come.” She didn’t, she doubled her efforts.

“Mi,” I groaned as I came. I could feel my seed fill her mouth, coating my shaft. She pulled back, lips tight. I laughed softly at her expression.

“Do you want to spit?” I asked awkwardly rubbing the back of my head. She held up one finger before swallowing and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I . . .” She stopped and realized what she did. I let out another laugh and she blushed, scooting away from me.

“Hey, get back here,” I growled out and yanked her close to me. She struggled against me but I was stronger than her. “You’re adorable, Pet.” She huffed annoyed.

“I’m sorry for laughing, but you have to admit it was funny.” A small smile crept onto her face. She snuggled closer against me. I muttered a cleansing charm for my sheets and myself.

“Strip, love.”

She looked up at me confused before doing as I asked. I pulled her tight against me, and relaxed against her. The feel of her skin against mine was comforting. Smiling softly, I nuzzled into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

“Can I give you one more tip, Pet?”

She turned to face me and nodded.

“Next time, if you swallow, try making it a little sexier.”

She shot up. I shielded my face as she grabbed a pillow and started hitting me on the head with it. “You arrogant, insufferable, poncy, twitchy little ferret!” she seethed.

“Oi! You crazy chit, stop hitting me!” Growling, I grabbed her waist roughly, pulling her against me pinning her beneath me.

“Get off of me!” she said indignantly.

“Make me,” I challenged. I grabbed her wrists tightly with my hand and slammed them above her head, holding her down.

“Now, you listen to me,” my voice was full of authority. “You’re not going to move and you’re not going to speak unless I tell you. It was a very, very naughty thing you did just, now it’s my time to play. You understand.”

Her eyes were muddled with so many emotions; fear and excitement were the dominant ones. She nodded shyly and relaxed a little underneath me. “Now, keep your hands up above your head.”

As I slid my hands down her arms, she squirmed slightly. “Stay as still as possible.” Pinching the sensitive nubs hard when I reached her chest, I watched as she tried to control herself from arching into my hands.

“Good girl,” I praised, kissing down the trail my hands just took.

I soothed the puckered flesh with my tongue. Tickling her lightly, I ran my fingers down the sides and undersides of her breast. I watched as goose-bumps appear on her skin.

Kissing her gently in the valley between her breasts, I dragged my hands back up her sides, trailing over her ribs. She let out a small giggle and squirmed underneath me.

“What did I tell you?” There was a hint of playfulness in my voice; I was waiting for her to move again. I smirked at my mirth. I had been waiting for her to mess up like this.

I slid a hand down her side, digging my nails into soft flesh. She hissed, her eyes alight with pleasure. Sliding calloused digits over her bare mound, she bucked against me.

“How much do you want me? Because we both know you do?” I leered playfully while my fingers danced along her thighs.

“You’re a pig,” she smiled taunting me.

“Oh, wrong answer.”

Quickly, I plunged two fingered into her very hot heat. Gods, she was so wet. I slid both fingers out of her with ease before adding a third. I was already feeling myself harden, knowing that it was me who was causing her to be willing and horny.

I let out a soft chuckle, “Sucking me off got you hot, didn’t love?”

She whimpered and nodded.

“Say it.” My voice was brusque from watching her squirm.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Yes, what?” I curled my fingers inside of her hitting the perfect spot.

She panted and looked up at me with questioning eyes. “It made me hot.”

I barely heard her and the blush that crept onto her face was clear evidence of her embarrassment. It had surprised me earlier that her shyness and her inexperience had turned me on more than I thought it would. I was going to be the one to teach her to be comfortable with her body, to teach her what I liked. Gods, the exhilaration I felt at the thought of breaking her was overwhelming.

“Do you know what you do to me, witch? How hard it is for me to hold back and not fuck you until you can’t walk right now?” She moaned at my words thrusting against my hand.

“That’s it baby girl, use me.” Mi grinded against my hand trying to find completion.

I leaned down and nipped at her collarbone until it was red. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to make you mine, to make you submit to me?”

She groaned in frustration when I took my hand away, pulling my fingers out. I watched them disappear back inside of her when I slammed them in roughly, her moan caught in her throat.

“How badly I wanted to throw you against a desk and screw you, especially when you would bounce up and down with your hand in the air in class?” I felt her twitch.

“You want to come don’t you?” She nodded numbly.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I whispered gruffly in her ear. “Say it!”

“I’m . . . yours.” She panted.

“Only mine,” I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, causing her to fall apart in a silent scream.

“Draco,” she moaned quietly.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I greedily licked them clean before kissing her, possessively.

She pulled away quickly. “What was that?”

The blood that had rushed to the other head quickly came back to my brain as I heard a hint of trepidation in her voice. I rolled off of her, putting space in between us. I bit the inside of my lip not sure what to say.

“Draco?” Her voice was quiet, filled with curiosity.

“Its how I am,” I began. “I like dominating. Its how I’ve been since I’ve first started having sex. I like being in control.”

“Like in BDSM?”

I looked up at her quickly. “How do you know about BDSM?”

She let out a small laugh at my shock. “I may not be experienced as much as you are, but I do read.” She closed the distance between us and settled against my chest.

“I know I should have asked, but did you mind it?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around her torso.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

I smirked down at her. “Didn’t think you could, love.”

Swatting at my chest playfully, she snuggled closer to me, smiling. “Sleep, need sleep.” I smiled at her and closed my eyes, content.

AN: Betas for this chapter are Margarita & Sam.