Shiver

I am sitting behind my desk, wondering how to make the best use of this opportunity.

We are in the dungeons, in what was previously Professor Snape’s office.  It is a decidedly dank, dark place that has frequently led me to wonder why anyone would wish to work in, let alone sleep, such an environment.

In reality I spend most of my time working in places with plenty of sunshine.  I do not like this office, but I summoned her here as if it were my office.

I know that the atmosphere alone will make her uncomfortable. 

But most importantly, I know that there is no way that anyone will interrupt us.  This time I mean to see test the boundaries with her.  I want—no, I need—to know how much I can get away with.

I am beginning to think that it is a lot more than I think.  Something tells me that just as there is something dark in me, there is something dark in her. I am not sure what it is, but I would like to find out. 

She is standing rigidly still, arms at her side.  She is not looking me in the eye.  I feel a serpentine smile form before speaking,

‘Miss Granger, would you please look at me?’

She does, but it is only grudgingly.  She looks at me with extreme dislike, and that both excites and angers me.  I feel myself become tense as something hot washes over me, increasing my awareness of her more and more.

It is all I can do to stay still and pretend that none of this is happening—pretend that I don’t want to knock her down, open up my robes, and force her to swallow all nine inches of my cock.  I don’t want to pretend, but I do.  I am quite good at faking.

‘Miss Granger,’ I repeat, and she looks at me intently, almost the way a man might look at someone which is slightly unsettling, something I don’t like at all, so I decide to make it go away, ‘I am bothered by what your classmates have told me.’

I pause for affect, ‘Did you or did you not lead two students into the forbidden forest and then abandon them?’

Her jaw drops, and just as  I predicted, her eyes flash with indignation—and hurt—‘I did not!  They told me to work by myself—‘

I hold up my hand, and I take great pleasure in knowing that alone can silence her.  It is terribly exhilarating, and increases my arousal. 

Ignoring the fact that my cock is rock hard and straining against my trousers, I continue in the same friendly voice, ‘Miss Granger two students complained that you got them lost and then chose to work by yourself, leaving them with no recourse.  They are worried about failing their assignment.’

‘We went in together.  I never said  I was the leader.  And it was Carrow who told me I should work by myself.’

I rest my chin on one hand while letting the other disappear out of sight.  I can’t help it.  I slowly stroke my erection and feel it jerk in my hand.  I need release, and perhaps because pain looks so beautiful on her or perhaps because I am simply a twisted fuck, I begin to slowly jerk myself off.

I am careful to control my expression. 

‘Miss Granger,’ my voice lowers to a soft question.  I know I sound angry but in truth I am more concerned that if I talk normally I will give myself away, ‘can you honestly say you are completely innocent.’

Her lower lip trembles.

My nails dig into my face, tearing the skin.  She doesn’t notice.

‘Miss Granger,’ I purr.

‘…I chose to leave,’ she finally admits.  ‘But I did not try to get anyone lost!’

‘…I think you require time to think on your actions.  I will have to give you detention for failing your assignment. ‘

I pause.  I close my eyes and open them again.  The room is starting to darken because I am beginning to feel my climax.

She bites on her lower lip and looks away.

I cum.  I pull my hand out of my trousers and glance down. It is covered in white cum.  I can see a tell-tale wet mark on pants. 

To find release pleases me.

But the circumstances are so humiliating.  This is her fault.  Have I, Draco Malfoy, bee reduced to jacking off like a little boy because of a fucking cunt like her?

My hands squeeze into fists.  I tell myself to calm down. 

But I want to make her feel as I do.  I want to see her experience the same humiliation.  And part of me is beginning to wonder if Miss Granger likes to be a victim.  She has put herself in my past numerous times.

Perhaps I should simply be what she wants me to be. 

Are we not pitiful, I want to say as she leaves.  Two people desperately clinging to what we were, neither one of us wanting to change into what everyone else says we must be.

Ha.! What a riot.  What a fucking joke!

  I can’t help it.  I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling.  I can’t do this.  I don’t want to do this.  I don’t want to be this way anymore.

And I know she doesn’t want to either. 

I’ll give her what she wants then, and then everyone is happy.  No more pain.  No more…

I look down at my soiled self.  And laugh aloud. But I’m not really laughing.  No I am angry.  So angry I want to scream.