The Usual Suspects

I can't for the life of me remember what happened between my confrontation with Cho and supper. But this was the first time I had attended supper in quite some time, and all eyes were on me as I sat down at the Hufflepuff table. I could hear whispers nearby, but for once I couldn't care less what anybody else thought about me. I had erected a wall of stone around myself, and nobody, nobody would get in without my permission.

The seats to either side of me and in front of me remained empty throughout the meal. I ate better than I had all week, feasting on roast beef, sweet rolls, pumpkin pasties, everything within arms' reach.

When I had finished, I stood and gave a cursory glance around the Hall. My eyes lit on Draco at the Slytherin table. He watched me with an expression of mild interest. The hulking figures on either side of him seemed oblivious. I smiled at Draco, then lifted my finger to my lips and parted them, breathing lightly. My tongue slid past my lips and stopped just short of my finger, then back in, slowly. Draco shifted in his seat.

I turned and left the room.

In the corridor, I leaned against the wall, waiting. Draco didn't disappoint me. A moment later he walked through the door, alone.
"Where are your bodyguards?" I asked, referring to Crabbe and Goyle. He was rarely seen without them.

"They'll be eating for some time yet, the pigs." Draco gave a sneer and pushed against me, his nose nearly touching mine.

I ducked under his arm and headed purposefully down the corridor. I grinned at the sound of Draco's footsteps close behind me. He caught up and walked beside me, radiating annoyance. "Everyone knows anyway," he said. "They saw what happened on the pitch before we went into the changing rooms."

I walked on.

"What did I do?" Draco asked, but I walked on. He grew silent, and at last we reached the Room of Requirement. Draco shut the door behind him, and I turned accusingly.

"What was the spell you used?" I asked.

"What?" Draco appeared genuinely confused.

"WHAT SPELL DID YOU USE ON ME?!"

He took a half step back, stopping against the closed door.

"TELL ME."

Draco looked afraid. I pulled out my wand. "I have a sneaking suspicion," I said, walking toward him. "Tell me," I repeated, and pressed the tip of my wand to the hollow of his throat.

He closed his eyes. "Imperius," he choked.

I narrowed my eyes. "Then you deserve this. Imperio."

Draco's eyes slid open. They were vacant, lifeless, everything Draco wasn't. I stepped back, concentrating on him. Strip for me.

Draco pulled his sweater over his head, dropping it, then unbuttoned his shirt. He slid it off his shoulders, then tugged off his undershirt, all with absolutely no expression. He kicked off his shoes, but there was no satisfaction in it. The hunger was gone.

Tell me you want me.

"Mary, I want you so much..."

Show me.

Draco dropped his trousers and stepped out of his boxers. He was fully aroused. I saw a glimmer of lust in his eyes and concentrated on the spell until the glimmer faded. Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.

He did, and I stood looking at the perfection of the curve of his back, the slight indentation of his hips, the firm ass above muscular legs. I moved forward and touched the tip of my wand to his tail bone. His body shivered slightly. I pulled back my wand and slapped it broadside against him, drawing a sound between pleasure and pain from him. He lifted his head, and I knew he was throwing off the spell. Tell me how much you want me.

Draco turned, and his eyes were ablaze with something much more than lust. My heart skipped, and I stopped breathing. I dropped my wand.
Draco grabbed me around my shoulders, but I pushed at his arms, using them as leverage to throw him to the bed. He started to get up, but I squatted, grabbing my wand. Stupefy!

Draco fell to the bed, and I shimmied out of my panties, then crawled on top of him. Finite Incantatem. Draco's hands clenched my hips, and he toppled me, holding me to the mattress. I reached up and slapped him across the cheek, stinging my hand. His fingers pressed into my hips, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to make a sound.

His knee forced my legs apart and I grabbed at his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. He thrust into me, and the force of it made me gasp. His hand reached for my shirt and tore it open, dislodging a button, which skittered onto the floor. He thrust violently, and I pushed myself to half sit and licked at the flat bud of his nipple. He moaned and his hand rested on my breast. I bit lightly and he squeezed, then pushed in hard.

I grabbed him around the chest and knocked him over, straddling him on the bed. He glared, but I could see in his eyes how much he liked this. I rocked, and his pelvic bone rubbed against the part of me that was most sensitive to pleasure. I gasped and pressed harder as I ground against him. Draco's fingers dug into my hips as I moved, and I shivered as my shirt fell off my shoulders. Draco moaned loudly at the shudder of my body and I looked down to see an expression of such painful ecstasy that I ground harder against him, desperate to reach the end. I felt like I would die from the pleasure of it, but I couldn't stop. It welled up, and I bowed my head, sure I would die, I knew I would! It crashed over me and I shook, screaming into the room.

Draco's voice joined mine and he pushed me over, onto my side. My lungs heaved, and I looked to see Draco rolled onto his side, away from me. I reached across and wrapped my fingers around him, even as he pulsed with release. I stroked as he began to soften, and he hardened again, moaning with the movement of my hand. I slid the length of him, and as I began to move faster, his hand caught mine. He held tight, pulsing against my palm, hard and hot.

I kissed his earlobe, then snaked out my tongue and teased. He jerked slightly in my hand and I squeezed. He groaned, and his hand left mine. He rolled to face me.

Draco's eyes were clouded with desire, but I felt like he could see into me. His face was flushed, a rosy glow to his pale cheeks. His hand slid down my hip and slipped beneath my skirt, finding the tender bud of my arousal. He stroked against it, and I gave a soft, high-pitched moan. His fingers moved, and I tightened mine against him. We moved together, each of us trying to bring the other closer to the edge, trying to make the other so absorbed in sensation that we could no longer function.

I could hardly concentrate on the silken movement of his flesh beneath my hand. His fingers drove me insane, and all I could think was more... At last I broke, and through the pieces of me, I felt Draco shudder as well.

I lay back, exhausted and blessedly numb. I closed my eyes and slept.