She who walks in Darkness

He had to up his game. The flowers had been fine, the small ‘involuntary’ bumps, the brushes against her skin, had been excellent, making him close his eyes and purr with pleasure each time. But it wasn’t enough, he craved her, he needed more, more trust, more acceptance. He didn’t want to just come out with it straight and tell her he was a Veela but if that was what it took.

His jealousy was rising tenfold whilst his mate was still known as available. He felt animosity to all, even Blaise, his best friend, whose touches were brotherly at most, caused him to itch to take a swing at him. All magic cast aside he needed to defend his mate in the most base way possible; with his fists.

Tying the small scroll to the leg of his eagle owl he stroked it with a sigh. He didn’t know why he was suggesting this, she’d already made it quite clear she didn’t like flying. But the thought of her cuddled into him on a broom made his skin prickle and his cock twitch. Ah well, here goes nothing!

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He hovered outside her window just out of sight as he watched her let in his owl and then inched forward until he was directly outside the still partially open window. He watched as she unrolled the scroll, mouthing the words he had written and looking confused. Now was his moment!

“Well, do you?”

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She looked up from the parchment to see Draco hovering outside his window, his magnificent figure casting a shadow across the moonlight. She flushed as she wondered how long he had been there but cast her misgivings aside as she opened the window further. He did not however, come in.

“Draco? What are you doing here? She hissed, as if afraid someone might hear them.

“I said, do you trust me?” his drawl slow and deep, causing shivers to run down her spine.

She looked down at the broom he was hovering on and then up at the single hand he held outstretched to her, almost beckoning, and what he wanted suddenly clicked in to place.

“I can’t Draco! I told you, I hate brooms, I’m terrified of flying! You can’t do this to me, I won’t do it! What if I fell? What if you fell? What would the others say? Absolutely not!”

He let her babble on until she ran out of steam, her protestations ending in a small squeak of fear.

“Please”

That one word, that plea, was her downfall. She became undone and found herself stepping towards him, placing her small hand into his large one and being lifted, cradled against him out of the window and on to the broom.

“Thank you” he whispered softly, burying his face into her soft hair and breathing in the warm sweet smell of her skin.

She didn’t say anything but cuddled against him, turning to bury her face into his muscular chest and holding on tightly to his robes. The physical contact, closer than they had been for days, had them both sighing in relief, pushing against each other to be as together as possible, feeling the wave of tenseness leaving their bodies.

They didn’t say anything at first, instead gliding silently over the grounds, swooping low to skim the lake with their toes, breaking up the dappled reflection of the moon and scaring the ducks who had been slumbering peacefully.

There were lights flickering in some of the windows in the mansion behind them and Thea sighed, wondering who could still be up at this time. The house elves perhaps, tottering around performing duties they enjoyed but that were not needed. Her godparents, plotting further ways to spoil her, citing they did not have enough time before school started again and they had a lifetime to make up for. Or maybe even her elusive father. She thought of him, stood against the window looking out, watching the shadow of the two of them pass against the moon. Would he be happy? He said he approved of the match, that her mother would have done. Despite everything she felt an innate desire to try and please him, make him proud.

She leant back against Draco’s chest, breathing deeply as she fingered the silver locket that still lay around her neck. She hadn’t thought of it much since her arrival, its refusal to open annoying her to no end at the beginning and so she had forgotten about it. She rubbed it absentmindedly, despite her fear of flying she was completely at ease out here with Draco. She knew, although she did not know how, that nothing bad would happen to her in his presence, that he would protect her with all that he had. The silence between them was comfortable, there was no need for forced or awkward conversation. Iit was if their bodies and souls understood each other and were at one in each other’s presence, physical and mental relief coming swiftly to both. She thought back to her father and mother, two halves of a perfect soul.

“Where did you get that?” his deep voice rumbled in her ear as he reached out to take the locket in his hand. She had been unaware she was still playing with it. Upon his touch the locket burned hot and glowed white sending a rush of power and energy between them. She felt driven to him, pulling him down by his robes and capturing his lips in her own, kissing him hungrily, he returned the favour, pulling her flush up against him, the moment of passion taking over all their senses, the only thing clear was their need for one another. Breaking apart she whispered “what was that?” touching her fingers against her lips, now swollen and bruised from the force of her need.

“The book Thea” he croaked out, sounding almost in pain, “please read the book!”

The rest of their journey back to her bedroom window was spent in silence again but a different kind this time, fired up and confused, unsure of what to do.

As they reached her window he nuzzled his face into her neck and she tipped her head towards him, allowing his peace to wash over her.

“I’ve missed you” he whispered

“I don’t like to share” he was thinking of Blaise and the immediate closeness the two of them had found.

“I…I don’t think I can stay away anymore”

His last sentence was barely audible, little more than a breath carried by the breeze. She turned to look at him, the azure of her eyes meeting the internal storm of his.

“Then don’t”.