Twisted Lust

When she had risen from her sleep, the Potter boy was still there, dozing lightly under the stars. His hand was wrapped protectively around her own. She smiled, lightly kissing him on the forehead, rising up from the grass to go back to her dorm. It was long past midnight. Little pieces of leaf were crinkled in her hair, and a light dew was splashed on her clothes, however, she looked content.

Draco had quickly rushed back to the Head’s dorm, she had to believe he had fallen asleep hours ago. He quickly tossed his clothes off, feeling the silk brush against his pale skin. Soon she would crawl in next to him. He was planning it all in his head, soon they would have another day together, soon he would set a plan in motion.

He heard her walk up the stairs from the common room, creaking slightly in the cold, entering the bathroom. Hearing the shower head turn on, thinking about how the water trailed down her skin. He smiled at the thought.

He waited till the shower turned off, making no noise at all, waiting for her to come.

But she didn’t.

Her bedroom door opened, and soon the lights were out.
She went to sleep in her bed.
Without him.
She wasn’t sleeping with him right now.

He cursed Potter, and his jealousy grew. Like a huge bile rising from his throat, he was infuriated. He settled into his bed, angry, tossing angrily. Smashing the mattress with his fist, why wasn’t she next to him?

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Her first instinct was to crawl into Draco’s room,
fall asleep with one of his arms draped around her protectively.
But she felt different.

It wasn’t a lack of love. No, it wasn’t that.
It was just a feeling.
Lying there with Harry, her best friend since she was little.
Probably her only friend now, but someone who would always be there for her. Yet there were secrets she had to keep from him as well. It was like the torturing, all the biting and beating. She could hint at it, but she couldn’t tell him. There are just some things you can’t tell. Maybe one day he would know, but not now. He had greater troubles to think about. And after lying there, waking up their arms intertwined. She felt like a little kid again, she felt like she was ten, and she and Harry would do the most random things, it was all just kids stuff in the end.

It was that feeling of innocence she relished. Something she hadn’t felt for so long. There was no going back now, of course there was no turning, after all she had done. Ha, it was a laugh to confuse her name with innocence. But it was such a nice feeling, just that day, just that once. And going back to sleep with Draco would have taken it away. She hoped he wouldn’t be too mad, she knew he was waiting for her, he always was.

And at around four in the morning, she distinctly felt a body get into bed with her, wrap her up in it’s arms, oh yes, she knew it was Draco, but she was still so asleep. Her troubled nightmares turning into dreams.

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He woke up in the morning, late.

The first thing he noticed were his boxers, torn down the middle, exposing him a little more than should be. He had been having a wild dream after all.

He got up, rubbing his head, rubbing his eyes. Like a little kid getting up to go to school in the morning. He walked to the bathroom, his brooding manner, his shoulders hunched over, hair a little more scruffy and a lot less polished.

Brushing her teeth as usual, always somehow in front of the mirror. She looked up, catching his eye, finishing her daily teeth rituals.
Walking past him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek,
“Just had to brush my teeth before breakfast you know, it was so sticky from what I had to drink” she said, trying to hold back a grin, biting down on her lips, walking out and leaving the common room.

Draco was so asleep,
Wait what? Sticky mouth.
He started laughing to himself, his deep voice bouncing off the walls. A laugh you could fall in love with.

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She was sitting next to Potter and all of the classes, all of the days classes. And whenever she would pass him in potions, his seat farthest to the back. Her shirt always managed to slip a little lower, always managed to drop a pencil on the floor, always managed to give him a full glimpse at her chest.

In charms, resting her head on Potter’s shoulder as Flitwick demonstrated proper wand movements for their next charm. She caught him staring, she pushed her head further into Potter’s neck, licking her lips lustrously at him. Pretending to think hard about a question, her wand lightly toying with the edge of her lips. Walking past him at the end of class to ask the professor a question, he swore he heard “I just love to bite” coming from her.

It lasted for so long, every day the same, waking up in the morning, hot from the night before, her teasing in class. Every where she went in between classes, after school, that damn Potter boy followed. Draco was starting to get annoyed. He slept with her almost every night, he fell asleep with her every night. Yet she teased him mercilessly in class, always, always, always.

Winter was disappearing, you could feel Spring approaching, feel the pressure of N.E.W.T’s creep up on you. And as much as Draco could allow himself to believe, it seemed all the trouble of the past, all the trouble she had faced, she was allowing herself to forget. Or at least not let anyone in on it. Only three living people knew about her previous August. And out of the three, she only stayed in contact with two.

Ron had left school, probably to work with the order. It was against his mother’s wishes, against McGonagall, against everyone. But he didn’t see school in him, he had never been the best of students anyway. It should have been Harry, he should have left to start his crusade, but he was doing it slowly, carefully, and so far it was working. Horcruxes, all that stuff, slowly disappearing. He didn’t have to leave school to do it himself.

It seemed so good.
But it wasn’t.

Potter was still there, and Draco had enough of his meddling.
He reckoned it had to take time. He had been thinking of it, and he knew trying to pull Potter out drastically would hurt Hermione, and he couldn’t have her hurt. He hadn’t forgotten though. She was his, and soon they would all leave school. Hermione would go away with Draco for the summer, forever. And Potter would go back to whatever he liked to do. And then he would make her forget, make her forget about Potter, and keep her to himself. He knew her strengths, he knew her weaknesses, he knew she only had him and Potter.

He had been so calculating really, he set it all up perfectly.
And anyway, if Potter tried to come back, Draco would remove him. Literally.

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“Mione?”

“Yes darling?” she asked, stretching out her words, putting on a fake accent, laughing.

He threw a pillow at her.
Catching it gracefully, she threw it back.
Such kids when under the influence.

“I was thinking”

“Oh you were weren’t you?”

“This summer, want to go with me on a vacation? It’s not like either of us lack the money to travel.”

“How can your words be so clear?”

“Come now, I’m serious, I don’t want us to stay in a manor forever.”

She started to pace towards him, like a tiger on all four paws.

“But why would I go with you?”

“Why wouldn’t you”

“Oh I don’t know, I’ve always had this life long ambition of becoming a stripper!”

He grabbed her from his perch on the sofa, lying her underneath him, grinding into her.

“Really? I’m sorry, but I guess you’ll only be performing for me. Can’t have anyone getting ideas.” He whispered into her ear.

“Then where do you suppose we go?” she asked, biting the buttons of his shirt with her teeth.

“Vegas”

“Vegas” she whispered before he smothered her lips with his own.




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My sorry note::
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