In the details

A/N: so in a radical change of pace usually associated with my stories, we now switch from Chevelle to Shreya Goshal. I can hear many of you in internet land scratching your heads, don’t worry, I’ll explain. I always do, don’t I folks? Shreya Goshal is an Indian singer, she does the songs for a lot of my favorite Bollywood movies. I often resort to Bollywood when I have something I should be doing that I’m not (cough, like writing this, cough) and as I was listening to the soundtrack from Jab We Met I was struck by inspiration. This happens from time to time, as those of you who have read ‘Only Through the Pain’ will remember, and generally leads to a very interesting chapter. Anyone interested in listening to my inspiration as they read this chapter should simply visit youtube and type in ‘Ye Ishq Hai’ or even though it’s not Shreya, ‘Nagada Nagada’ because it’s bouncy and fun. But I think, if you read the lyrics, you’ll be pleased with my sense of humor. Also! I am, as always, highly disappointed in you all for not reviewing more. It’s not hard folks. We fan fiction writers don’t make any money from these stories; we get paid in love and feedback from our readers. The more love we get, the happier we are, the happier we are the more we write, the more we write the happier YOU are, so please, feed the author!

Chapter 3 Ye Ishq Hai

Draco’s hair between my fingers was silky and smooth, almost cold to touch, but his lips... Oh his lips were warm and burned against mine. Fueled by the strange purple drinks, it seemed almost as if they sparked with electricity, except they weren’t moving or responding in any way. Shit. I dropped my hands and pulled back away from him, then dropped my head to the table with a resounding thunk of thick skull against wood.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” he mused, propping his head on his fist and staring at me, “I was just going to order up another round of drinks, but if you’re already snozzed enough to go around kissing any bloke who leans in too close then you’ve probably had enough.” I groaned and turned my head on the table to glare at him. Of course he would make this a joke. He was Draco Malfoy, the devil. He ran a finger over the lips I’d just tasted and I had to close my eyes and fight the urge to jump him again. “And where did you learn to kiss? That was horrible.” Ok, never mind, lust gone. I just wanted to go home and confess all to Dumbledore, but then he laughed low and said almost to himself, “It looks like I have a lot more to teach you than how to be bad Harry.”

“What?” I asked, head snapping up, a bit too fast, I might add.

“Well, I have taken on the role of your teacher in badness, so to speak,” he shrugged nonchalantly, but there was a glimmer of amusement in his grey eyes. “You’ll give the dark a bad name if we let you leave our school without any sex skills to speak of.”

“You called me Harry,” I said, narrowing my eyes, “didn’t you?”

“Did I?” He shrugged again, “Must have been a slip of the tongue. And I really think you ought to be focusing on the more important part of the sentence.”

I glared at him a little, “In case you haven’t noticed, most of the time when you talk, I ignore you.” Two could play the prat game. Besides, he hadn’t been saying anything important. Just that he was going to… “Wait a second….”

Draco shook his head, “You certainly are thick, aren’t you Harry?” He smirked and closed the small distance between us again. “Well, I’m sure I’ll find that out later. Let’s stick to the basics for now. Pay attention.” And then, Draco was kissing ME. His hands were in MY hair, pulling ever so slightly to tilt my head in the right angle to receive his ministrations of tongue and teeth and lips. I moaned a little. I couldn’t help it, and tried to raise my arms to wrap around him and draw him closer, but he broke away and said in a low voice: “Don’t move. Just learn. I’ll teach you everything you desperately want to learn.” On the word desperately, one of his hands left my face and trailed down, down, down, hovering lightly over the evidence of just how true his words were. He leaned forward again and whispered in my ear as he let his hand rest at last, “But, you’re following MY rules. Agreed?”

The voice that answered him wasn’t mine. Or, at least not mine as I recognized it. It was heavy and thick with intoxication and need, “Yes.”

He pushed down with a very small amount of pressure that nonetheless felt intense because of how swollen I was with wanting him, “Yes what?” his lips brushed my ear.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes again, “Yes Draco,” I answered. But, I must have been wrong, because his hand and his lips and his whole body moved away from mine. I opened my eyes again to see him smirking. “What?”

“I still haven’t given you permission to call me by name, Harry.” He pronounced my name slowly, deliberately, emphasizing the new dynamic of our situation. He held the power, not me. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes…sir.”

He chuckled and leaned in again, teasingly, stroking the side of my face with a tenderness I almost couldn’t bear. “You ARE a fast learner. That’ll do for when were in private, but at school, why don’t you just stick to my surname? No need to advertise to the world that I own you just yet.”

That bristled, and I pulled back slightly, “You don’t own me, Malfoy,” I snapped with as much of my old anger as I could muster, which wasn’t much at all.

He only smirked. “Not yet, but I think I will soon.” He held out his hand again, just like he had all those years ago, “Come on, the night is still young. I think your first official lesson will be how to dance.”

I hesitated only slightly before putting my hand in his. I was reeling just a little, and trying to process everything that had happened when I already wasn’t in my right mind was more than I could handle. Ultimately, it’s easier to just give in. It’s probably not the right answer, or the best, but it is definitely the easiest. Right now, easy sounded wonderful. I put my hand in his and let him lead me to the dance floor. “I do know how to dance, Malfoy,” I said, just to say something.

He snorted, “You know how to move your body vaguely to the beat of the music, but you don’t feel the rhythm.”

“Oh sure, and how do you do that?” I asked as sarcastically as I could manage.

In response, he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me hard against him. “First, you need to learn to be a little more respectful to your teacher,” he said, one hand clenched in my hair again, the other firmly on my ass, keeping me pinned against him. He kissed me again, biting my bottom lip almost savagely, in a very possessive way that no one watching would mistake. When he released my mouth and my head, I was breathing heavily and my eyes were half –lidded, but at the same time, I felt a little disgusted with myself for enjoying his rough treatment. “Second, you have to be looser.” He grinned and kissed me once more, lightly, gently, sliding his hand slowly up my back in a gentle caress, and I liked that even more. I melted against him, “Very good,” he whispered.

“You’re evil,” I replied back under my breath. I believed it too. But oh, evil felt good. “Very, very evil.”

“That’s just a matter of perspective really,” he said matter-of-factly as he began to set us swaying to the slow intro of the song playing. He started moving his hips slowly against mine, bringing his hands down to rest on them, guiding me, “Now, feel how I move? How natural it feels?” I nodded, unable to speak. I certainly felt SOMETHING. “Music flows, so should you. If you can feel my rhythm, then you can feel the music’s rhythm,”

“It’s not quite as obvious,” I muttered, but he was right. It did feel more natural to flow instead of move, if that makes any sense at all. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the music, to feel the flow.

“Harry,” Draco sighed, “You’re thinking too hard. Turn around.” Oh yeah, like THAT was going to make things any better. But, I did and he grabbed my wrists, “Don’t move your arms so much, this isn’t the funky chicken, just relax and go with it.” He spoke the words quietly in my ear, and I shivered at the sound. I felt him drop his head on my shoulder and smirk, “You are going to be fun to play with,” he said, kissing the back of my neck and running his hands up my sides and down again, still moving in time to the song. I shivered again, but for a different reason. Part of my brain was shouting warnings, but that part was quickly being turned to goo by his ministrations. I really couldn’t think anymore. I only let my body follow his lead. “There,” he whispered as the last chord died away, “That’s more like it.” I exhaled slowly and let my head roll back to look at him. He was smiling. Not smirking, or grinning devilishly, but actually smiling. It made him look….almost not-evil.

“That’s it,” I mumbled, “the world must be coming to an end.”

He laughed, the evil glint returning to his eyes and the sarcastic set to his lips, “Come on then, Harry, you lightweight, best get you home before your goody- two- shoes start missing you.” He turned me around again and slid his arm around my waist, kissing my cheek, “We’ll have to do this again soon.”


A/N: As always, many thanks and love to Grandpa Liz for beta-ing!! And this time she brings up an interesting point, so show of hands, who thinks I should do the next chapter from DRACO'S point of view on THIS chapter?