Use Somebody

Chapter Two

When Elysia entered the Slytherin common room that evening after dinner, it was to find Draco, nearly alone. Tonight he possessed that fire in his eyes that sent most anyone running. Only a few students; seventh years, or otherwise ones who knew Draco well enough to be aware of just how to remain in his presence during his moods and not suffer any harm at his hands, remained in the common room; granted, they all gave Draco a wide berth. Draco hadn’t been in the Great Hall for dinner so Elysia could only assume he’d been here, brooding, for quite some time.

Elysia knew what was coming, and, while she was rarely in the mood to talk Draco down, she knew if she ignored him or continued to dismiss him the way she had at lunch today, he’d soon be uncontrollable. And Elysia had never met anyone who could turn the world upside down like Draco Malfoy. The list of various ways he would attempt to get his way was endless, and furthermore, the man was completely immoral. Something she’d always appreciated about him.

Draco was slumped on one of the black leather sofas, altogether in gorgeous disarray. His shirt was no longer tucked in and his tie hung loosely, sloppily around his neck. The top several buttons of his shirt were undone, along with the buttons at the cuffs, the sleeves rolled unevenly up his arms. His blond hair somewhat resembled the way it looked after a particularly vigorous bout of sex, no doubt from his fairly recently-developed habit of compulsively running his hands through his hair. This year Draco had little to no regard for his appearance and it seemed like almost every time Elysia saw him he was in some state of dishevelment.

But tonight she knew that his appearance was probably very well planned. Because Elysia was having a considerable time restraining herself from straddling Draco’s lap and having her way with him in front of their tiny audience of three students sitting on the other side of the common room. Draco knew exactly how much he turned her on, knew exactly how devastatingly sexy he was, completely unkempt and with that angry fire burning in his grey eyes.

His eyes followed her as she threw her books to the floor and dug her cigarettes from her bag, extracting one from the pack and lighting it. She sat on the sofa opposite him and threw her feet up on the low table between the sofas. Draco rolled his wand slowly between his fingers, an action that spelled nothing but threat when coupled with the way his head was slightly lowered, his brow shading his eyes as he watched her. This was Draco. He knew how to attack from all sides simultaneously. If seduction wouldn’t get him what he wanted, then terrorism would.

“Where’ve you been, then?”

“Well, let’s see…I went to classes, then I went to dinner…oh, you know, kind of like I do every fucking day?” Elysia exhaled smoke. “Though I don’t suppose you’d know anything about classes, considering I don’t think I’ve seen you attend one all year.”

Draco’s eyes darkened significantly. He wouldn’t even point out that Elysia knew everything that he’d been doing this year, that she knew full well about the assignment given him by the Dark Lord. He knew it didn’t matter to her and it didn’t exactly matter to him at this point either because when they fought like this they both used whatever ammunition was within reach, no matter how unrelated to the matter or out-of-context it may be within the argument.

“Fucked Potter yet?” Draco sneered, his fingers momentarily closing around his wand and his knuckles immediately going white.

“For fuck’s sake, Draco,” Elysia sighed, moving from the sofa to sit on the edge of the coffee table, so that she was within touching distance of Draco. “I’m sorry about lunch, okay, is that what you want to hear?”

“I think you know what I want to hear, Elysia.”

Elysia smirked and reached behind her to stub out her cigarette in a crowded ashtray.

“What d’you wanna hear, Draco?” Elysia whispered, feeling playful and deciding she’d rather tease him than sit around arguing.

She reached out toward him, sliding her hand along the inside of his leg, languidly moving from the table to the sofa. Kneeling on the sofa, she stretched her body toward him, continuing to stroke his thigh teasingly, and with her other hand toy with his hair.

“Do you…want me to tell you that I’ll never fuck anybody else ever again?” Her voice was mocking and she knew she could easily push Draco to his breaking point, to the point where he would either hit her or fuck her.

Elysia moved her hand from Draco’s thigh to his belt buckle, lingering a moment in misdirection just to see his tense reaction before moving under his shirt and sliding her fingers over his bare chest. She licked and bit at his ear and neck briefly.

“You want me to tell you that I love you,” she derided, forming her lips into a pout. “Is that what you want?” she whispered softly, closer to his ear.

She could feel Draco’s breath steadily quickening, knew the fire building inside him. While Draco’s uncontrollable and sometimes unpredictable behavior was a turn on, Elysia also felt sorry for him. Poor little Draco had so many emotions inside him. Even in his third year, when she’d first met him, he was an unstoppable tempest of emotion. He hadn’t changed much since then. And he still had no one. Elysia knew Draco would never be happy with a woman who simply yielded, even if she did offer comfort. Draco was too prone to boredom. So Draco pushed, and Elysia pushed back, even if Draco acted like he didn’t like it. Elysia built him up, stoked the fire that was all those unresolved issues and psychological complexes, all those emotions, and then she was there, to let him release it.

Draco was still sitting motionless under her machinations, his breathing ragged and his pulse racing, Elysia could notice now that she was licking and sucking at his neck. Ready to go and growing increasingly impatient, Elysia dropped her hand from Draco’s chest to grind her palm, through his pants, against his erection. This seemed to be the last straw, as Draco threw his wand on the table and grabbed her hair in one hand and her waist with the other, pushing his lips solidly and insistently against hers and pulling her body nearer his.

He kissed her fiercely and Elysia realized sharply what she’d always known. While everything was a game to her, nothing was a game to Draco. Everything was gravely realistic to him; everything held import and everything meant something. Draco stood and pulled her with him, abruptly breaking their kiss and spinning Elysia around so that her back was to him. He pushed her roughly back onto the couch and distantly, Elysia could hear the students sitting at the other side of the common room quickly scampering away up to the dorms. Unceremoniously and with a cold impatience, Draco pulled her panties down her legs. There seemed to be a silent threat of violence should she not cooperate with him, so she was helpful in the removal of the undergarment. As soon as the only part of her Draco truly needed at the moment was accessible, he knelt on the couch behind her. Elysia took a moment to make herself tolerably comfortable on the couch, now on her hands and knees, while Draco unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Draco pushed himself into her harshly, and Elysia thought with a elderly sympathy of what he was trying to do. Establish dominance, fool himself into thinking he had control over something. The pace of his thrusts was rushed and desperate. They both knew he could never get off this way but they both also knew he had to dull the anger before anything else. It was simultaneously amusing and heart wrenching to Elysia, the way Draco tried so hard. Dominance and control and ownership and possession and all the things that Draco didn’t truly understand, the things he didn’t know how to achieve but tried so hard to do so. He was pathetic in it, but oddly endearing.

This kind of detached fucking never worked for Draco. Not with Elysia. This was all he could achieve with anyone else but with Elysia it always had to be more. And he hated that. He tried to distance himself, to push her away, to hurt her the way she hurt him. But nothing seemed to break down her walls and nothing even seemed to affect her at all. He wanted so badly to break her, to see her cry; or to give her something so amazing that it might make her love him. Anything; he just wanted to watch her feel, watch some kind of emotion overtake her. It was excruciating that he should feel so much and she so little.

He tried for as long as he could; but the rage drained from him quickly. As his pace slowed he felt tears sting in his eyes but he held them back. The anger threatened to rise again. Elysia pulled away from him, having stoically allowed him to do whatever he needed to express his anger, to try to feel power. These ideas meant nothing to her, but she would let him have them if that’s what he needed. She turned toward him and pushed him back to a sitting position on the couch. She climbed atop him, guiding him inside her as she straddled his legs. Somehow it felt better now, now that he could see her face; see the pleasure of having him inside her wash over her face. And suddenly he felt at home inside the tight warmth of her. Felt as though he never wanted to leave. Draco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. She placated his emotions with a kiss, letting it be tender and what he needed, as he ran his fingers through her hair.

As they parted, she started a rhythm in earnest, riding him at a perfect pace, pushing his cock into her at just the right spot. Draco laid his head against the back of the couch. It pained him further, how easy it was, how they both knew the other’s body so well. It would take little more than minutes for either of them to give the other the perfect orgasm, they had spent so much time exploring and perfecting techniques. The fact that either of them cared enough to learn so much about the other so intimately; how could that mean nothing?

“Draco,” Elysia whispered concernedly, “you still with me?”

Draco lifted his head and nodded, sliding his hands under her shirt and over her back.

“Just focus on me. You’ll feel better once you come,” she told him, as if she were comforting someone who was deathly ill.

This hurt Draco even more, but he tried to push it all away; the doubt, the fear, that nagging feeling that constantly told him there was a part of him that was unbearably missing. He looked longingly into Elysia’s green eyes, watched her face as an emotion that could have been love lingered there. It just didn’t make sense. He pushed the feelings away once more.

“Draco…” she whispered his name heavily before tangling her fingers in his hair and placing her lips upon his.

He closed his eyes and put everything into their kiss, trying to forget everything, trying to feel only that which he wanted to feel. Elysia’s pace never slowed as she kissed him, and he could feel the tension mounting unfalteringly. Her lips broke from his and she rode him harder, faster, tossing her hair out of her face as she arched her back. Draco leaned forward to embrace her tightly, his lips descending upon her throat and chest, pressing kisses that held the weight of his emotions onto her skin. He let out a soft growl as the tension broke inside him and surprisingly, they came simultaneously, Draco feeling Elysia tighten around him in seemingly the same instant that he released inside of her.

They remained entwined for what seemed like hours after, though Draco knew it was probably only a couple of minutes. Eventually Elysia stood, picking her panties from the floor and slipping them back on as Draco refastened his pants and belt. He looked up at her, feeling helpless, as she held out her hand to him. Time slowed as he hesitated, his mind unfocused, just staring at her hand.

“Come on, Draco. Let’s go to bed,” she coaxed him, her voice still retaining that gentle tone, as if handling something fragile.

Finally, he took her hand and he let her lead him upstairs to the boys’ dormitory, where she climbed into bed with him.