Tainted White

Big thanks to my beta again...and to everyone who reviewed. I'm a bit lost at this point, so if you have any desires about the path of the story...just say it. Enjoy.


oh, and Hermione has the next chapter. It will be cleared out why she came to him again.

CHAPTER SEVEN

He could not run far enough...never far enough from her.
She was everywhere...whenever he would close his eyes...it would come back. Everything would come back.
He did not mind the images...it was the feeling connected to them that bothered him.

This was not supposed to happen.
How did it happen?
How did she do it?
What spell did she use?

'You are thirsty for me.'

He ran where he would always run. To his study...to the leather armchair...and then he would reach for the bottle.

He will make her go away. He always does...

However, there was something different this evening...she was not only in his mind anymore.
She was everywhere around him and what was worst and most terrifying...she was inside of him.
How could he fight it? What was he supposed to do to make her go away?

'Can't you just hate her Malfoy? Hate her loyalty! Her damn blind devotion?
And that thing that scares you the most, can't you hate the love...the unconditional love she has for him? '

The grip on the crystal glass tightened and it broke; as if it were made of ice...

He looked at it...the blood ruining the beauty of the transparent delicate cuts.

It made no sense to him. There was no pain. Nothing just blood.
Where was the pain?

Ah, there it is...standing in front of him dressed in white, with her skin glowing. So damn beautiful it hurt.
Was it an image or not? He could not tell...

Then she moved…forward. He got up...still not sure.

Was it, was it her?

He walked, slowly...to her, to make sure, and she followed him with her eyes.

How much did he drink, anyway? He reached out and touched her shoulder…
‘Skin? Why is she here? Wasn’t today enough to make her stay away from me? Why?’

He let one curl of her hair capture his finger...and they both looked at it, until he brought his hand up to her face,
and traced her lips with his thumb....suddenly so helpless in front of her Draco lowered his head down, and let the low voice out
' Why did you come? Why do you do this to me? Why do you make me do this? ' He whispered to her lips before he kissed her...

A deep thorough kiss.

Different.

Demanding.

Possessive.

A kiss of a man who let his guards down, too weak to fight himself.

A kiss of a man who let his deprived body, mind and soul feed on her. Then die, or live...it didn't matter.

She was here...now.

She was his.

A small part of his conscious mind knew that this was a drug and a stupid line that all addicts used
' this is the last time, I can stop whenever I want.' crossed his mind but she kissed him back;
she let her tongue fight with his...

Just a thirsty, hungry...kiss.

She moaned into his mouth and he knew he could not stop. He could never stop. He would rather kill himself than let this be the last time.

He walked forward, lightly pushing her...to the closest thing with a hard surface...anything, to trap her.

A bookshelf.

His arms pressed to it, from his palms to the elbows, on either side of her head.
He leaned in, brushed his lips over the gentle skin of her shoulder, where it met the indent of her neck;
where he knew was one of her sensitive spots. He was so hard...so desperate to get inside her.
Maybe then, he could forget. Pretend it was someone else that was taking all of him instead of the mudblood.
Maybe if he had her again, he would have enough...Maybe then, he would be free. Free of her, free of the burning lust for her
that was haunting him day and night.

Maybe.

He pressed himself against her. To let her feel it...feel what she’s done to him....so easily...
And the contact with her warm body made it worse. Made him need her more. Made him mad with desire.
He looked at her...wanted to show her with no words, only his eyes...how much he wanted her.
He wanted to scare her. Scare her away. He wanted her to know but could not confess aloud. He would never confess.

Her eyes were closed...lost in sensations he caused only with little movements of his body against hers.
Her lips parted, with short intakes of breath...how could he restrain himself any longer...

Draco let his fingers wander across her face...forehead, eyelids, cheeks …and lips.
Wet, soft...his index brushed over her upper lip, and she opened her eyes....then he traced the bottom one...
he licked his lips...and let his finger move slowly inside her mouth...so hot and wet, that his eyes shut.
Then her tongue on the inner side of his finger...where the skin was delicate...sensitive...and her lips closed around it, and then stroked it....

His mind went a head of him...he imagined...how would it feel...God...his eyes snapped open, he pulled the finger out of her mouth,
ripped the straps of her nightgown and let it fall to her waist, where it hung trapped between their bodies.
He slid his palm over her breasts, with his other arm around her waist. He grabbed the back of her thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Then took her hands and pinned them above her head....and pressed his forehead to hers and said in a low, husky voice...the voice that made her insides melt

'Do you see it...can you see what you do to me...why,... why did you have to come...I can't fight it.'

With her hands still trapped above her head she responded by kissing him.
He let her tongue pass his teeth; he let her pull on his bottom lip with her teeth.
He wanted her to bite him again...make him bleed. But she didn't...She let go of his lips and moved to his neck...licked a path to his earlobe...

How could she...how could she make him fall apart so easily...His erection was painful, he never felt the physical pain from wanting any other.

One of his hands slid down to raise the silk up, so that it was wrapped around her waist, and to let his pajama pants slip down to the floor…
She could feel his finger knowingly enter her, and she let her head fall to his shoulder...

It was not enough. Compared to last night, it was not enough and he knew it wasn't...in the next second she felt him hard, at her entrance...and then he slid inside...She muffled her cry in the skin of his neck, and heard him gasp.

Draco thought his legs would give out... He tried, tried not to moan...but how could he not? It was stronger than he was. It was stronger than anything he ever felt in his life...

His hands got back to hold hers, pressed to the shelf behind, and he twined his fingers through hers, pushing himself up on their joined hands.
He moved in and out, slow, long thrusts...looking straight into her eyes.

In that moment, Draco Malfoy knew.

He would rather kill her than ever let her leave.