Harry Potter & the Heir of Darkness

Dylan stretched lazily as she stared into the clear water of the lake. Her back had been giving her grief for the past two weeks. No thanks to Draco Malfoy, who had insisted on her staying in his room until she found somewhere else to stay.

He had come into the room on the first morning and had sat watching her until she had awoken. Dylan had screamed at him for hours afterwards yet he had merely laughed at her. “I didn’t do anything wrong. It is my room,” he had said to her.

Dylan’s blood still boiled at the memory of it. Unfortunately she hadn’t spoken to Harry since then and therefore didn’t particularly wish to return to Gryffindor tower just yet. So she was stuck with Draco, and so far he had been a gentleman.

She gave a weary sigh. Training with Travien had been just as strenuous, she had just mastered conjuring fire and water, and it was rather exciting. Dylan stared at her palms amazed at the power she had only just realized. Unfortunately this hadn’t satisfied Travien; in fact it had made him fanatical with his training regimes.

Dylan barely had time for anything nowadays. Last night Travien had snapped her wand in half and told her that she would get a new one once he was happy with her progress. She had been so furious; Dylan swore she would hit him. Then he had had the gall to tell her she didn’t have enough stamina.

So, Dylan had begun a ridiculous fitness routine on Travien’s orders, starting the day off with a huge run around the castle grounds at top speed. Her lungs still burned as she lay by the lake. What is he thinking? He’ll kill me one of these days.

Gryffindor Quidditch try-outs were today, and Dylan had considered dropping in on them to talk to Harry. Perhaps she could persuade Ron to give her a break; he and Hermione had ignored her since the incidents began with Draco.

She still had a few minutes to go, lunch had been rather uneventful. A few people had spoken to her; obviously they, like Harry, had forgiven her. Dylan shut her eyes happily, while things weren’t perfect they were certainly looking up.

Dylan stood slowly and dusted the back of her skirt before heading towards the pitch. She could already see some students flying around, obviously desperately trying to get some practice in. In the distance she could just make out Harry and the other members of the team.

Taking a deep breath she jogged over to them. “Harry,” she called happily. “How are you today?”

Harry smiled back at her. “Good. Are you here for try-outs?”

Dylan shook her head and took a seat beside him. “I just came to watch, I thought it might be exciting.” She laughed. “You have a big line-up here, today,” she muttered sarcastically.

“We’re after two new beaters and a chaser,” he sighed. “Unfortunately they are all after the beater position.” Harry leaned closer to her and muttered, “I don’t think any of them can fly well enough to consider for a chaser.”

Dylan smiled softly. “You’ll find someone,” she whispered.

“Oi, Harry?” Ron yelled. “You ready to start or what?” Ron eyed Dylan distastefully as Harry stood up.

“Yeah, let’s have the first two beaters up.” Harry turned and grinned at her. “I’ll see you later?”

Dylan nodded. “I’ll be here.”

She watched the entire try-outs and felt they didn’t go too badly. Harry however seemed rather disheartened. Granted they’re not the English side, she thought. Harry’s no Leon Crane, but they are still pretty good.

Harry walked back over to her after the last few students finished their run. “Can you fly?” he asked her hopefully. “I could really use a hand…”

Dylan grinned. “I haven’t been on a broom for years,” she muttered. “Besides I don’t have one with me.”

Harry stared at her amazed. “If that’s all you are worried about, here,” he threw his Firebolt at her. “Give it a go. It can’t hurt, believe me, anything is better than these guys.”

Dylan gave him a shy smile. As she kicked off from the ground Dylan could feel Ron’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t have cared less. The wind gently caressing her face as she flew around the pitch felt wonderful.

“Dylan?” Harry’s voice called to her. “Catch!”

She grabbed the quaffle and flew around the pitch. The other chasers followed her and as she gave a quick roll, she knew they were probably as confused as she felt. Dylan hadn’t lied to Harry; it had been years since she had been on a broom.

Dylan raced towards Ron’s guarded hoops. His face was contorted with a strange emotion, Dylan wasn’t quite sure but he looked rather confused and angry. She stopped her broom meters from the hoops and glanced around her. “Do you want me to shoot?” she called down to Harry.

“It couldn’t hurt,” he replied happily.

Dylan lined the quaffle up with the middle hoop. Ron glared angrily at her. She threw the red ball into the air and before it could fall too far she spun the Firebolt around swiftly making sure the tail end hit the ball.

She watched on as the quaffle made its way swiftly towards the right hoop. Ron dove to catch it, but missed it by millimeters. Dylan heard him give a loud curse and watched him race to the ground.

Dylan slowly made her way back down and handed Harry his broom back. “That’s a nice broom you have there,” she whispered.

“She wasn’t on the list!” Ron yelled angrily. “I don’t want her on the team. Keep it in your pants, Harry. She’ll ruin our chances.”

Harry put his hand up to stop Ron’s onslaught. “Nobody else wanted the position, and quite frankly, I think she did pretty well.” Harry smiled at Dylan. “Did you want to talk to me about something?”

Dylan nodded and followed Harry out of the pitch, Ron’s angry voice trailing behind them. He led her back to the lake and they sat down side-by-side. “So, what’s up?” he asked quietly.

“I was just wondering why Ron and Hermione hate me so much.” Dylan muttered. “I haven’t done anything to them. You have forgiven me, haven’t you? So why can’t they just at least pretend to like me?”

“They’re just defensive.” Harry shrugged. “I hate Malfoy as much as they do, but you are different. I said some harsh things to you, and you gave it back ten-fold, but after our conversation in the tower that night…”

Dylan sighed. “So you just pity me?” she whispered.

“No!” Harry turned to her and stared into her face. “No, that’s not it. I just think that there’s more to the story than what you have told me.” He smiled back at Dylan. “Am I right?”

Dylan nodded slowly. “More than you know,” she said sadly. As Harry opened his mouth to comment, she stood up. “Please don’t ask me, Harry. I can’t tell you.” She turned and walked towards the castle. Why don’t you just tell him?

“Dylan!” Harry ran up to her and fell into step beside her. “You don’t have to tell me, but I was just wondering if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me. The first trip of the year is tomorrow, and I really want to show you around the town.” Harry grinned. “You’ll love it, it’s so beautiful.”

Dylan stopped in her tracks and stared at him. “I would like that.” She smiled back at him happily. “I would like that a lot.”

***

Draco grinned inwardly. Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, Dylan has to go with me. He stared around the Great hall for her but she wasn’t there. Where the hell is she? Dylan had run off after their last class and he hadn’t seen her since.

He sighed. Well, I’ll see her later tonight. Draco had planned everything down to the last second. When she came to use the room tonight, he would mention to her that the boys were getting a little suspicious. That they were wondering what was wrong with his other room…

Then he would calm her down, and say that he’d sleep on the floor. She hates my bed, he thought happily. She would probably refuse and she would take the floor, then he would have to mention that it was a waste to have such a big bed with no one sleeping in it.

Dylan would probably get a little skittish here, so Draco had figured he’d just laugh and say ‘goodnight’, then when she was starting to relax…

He poured himself another drink of pumpkin juice and smiled into his cup. Nothing could go wrong, he thought excitedly.

“Darling,” Pansy’s shrill voice interrupted his thoughts and Draco had to stifle a groan. “What are you doing tonight?”

Draco almost choked on his juice. “What?” he asked her in surprise. He cleared his throat. “Nothing,” he lied quickly.

“Did you want to study with me tonight?” Pansy asked softly as she sat down beside him. “I need to review Defence, and I thought since you were so good at it… you’d be the best person to talk to.”

Draco clenched his fists together underneath the table. “That’s very kind of you to say. I am not sure whether I should though. With the Hogsmeade trip tomorrow, I have to be up early to chaperone all the third years.” Nice one, he commended himself.

Pansy sighed heavily. “That’s all right, I’ll talk to Goyle. I’m sure he’ll be up to it.” She grabbed a bread roll and smiled at him. “Well, see you later.”

Draco watched on in confusion as Pansy stood up and left. What was that all about? He turned his attention to his still full plate of food. He hadn’t entirely lied to Pansy, he did have to chaperone the third years, but he did not need to be up until nine o’clock.

He scanned the hall again for Dylan. Where is she?

As if hearing his thoughts she walked into the Great hall looking rather depressed. What happened now? Draco stood up and made his way over to her. However, no sooner had he taken a few steps did Snape walk in behind her. Draco glanced between the two as the rest of the hall began exchanging pointed stares.

“Dylan?” he called to her. “Where have you been?” Draco ran to her side and grabbed her arm softly. “Are you all right?” he whispered.

Dylan nodded but didn’t look up from the floor. Behind her Snape cleared his throat pointedly and Draco led her back to the Slytherin’s table. “I can’t sit here anymore, Draco,” she muttered.

He stared at her in confusion. “Why not,” Draco said in a low voice. “What did he say to you?”

Dylan shook her head. “Someone has complained. I’m in Gryffindor, and shouldn’t be sitting at this table.” She lowered her voice and continued talking. “I can’t stay in your room anymore either.”

Draco’s mind began to race, all my planning! When I find out who it was… “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine in Gryffindor.” What the hell are you saying? He clenched his fists once again, not bothering to hide them this time, and watched his knuckles turn white.

Dylan nodded. “I have to get my other uniform out of your room.” Thank you! Draco’s heart sped up once again; there may be some hope left. “I’d like to go now. Could you follow me in a few minutes?”

Draco rubbed her back softly. “I’ll meet you outside the entrance, okay?” he whispered as she left the hall.

He couldn’t help but turn to Crabbe who was sitting beside him, stuffing his face, and punch him. “What was that for?” he asked innocently.

“Never you mind,” Draco said scathingly before leaving the hall after Dylan. “Who was it?” he asked as Dylan came into sight.

“I don’t know,” she muttered angrily. “I think it was Ron or Hermione, they hate me. Though I would have thought they’d want me out of Gryffindor.”

Pansy, Draco cursed. “Pureblood.” The wall slid open and they walked into the Slytherin common room silently. Please, nobody see her. Draco had been paranoid since he first brought her here, if anyone saw her… Draco knew his father would be notified within the hour, and that could only mean trouble.

He followed her into his room and watched her sit on the bed. There’s still a shot, Draco. She gave a sigh and flung herself back on the bed. What is she doing? “Shouldn’t you be getting your uniform?” Draco wanted to bite out his tongue.

“You’re right,” her voice was so miserable. Draco could only watch her move around the room, every fiber of his being willing him to go over and touch her. “I think that’s everything.”

Draco shoved his fists into his pockets. “Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” he grated out.

“I guess so,” she muttered. “Are you?”

Draco nodded. “So, you’re coming with me, then?” he muttered, his face never leaving hers. “You haven’t forgotten our deal, have you?”

Dylan paled and Draco felt his anger rise dramatically. “Draco, I…” she began. “Harry already asked me, and I-”

“To hell with him,” Draco closed the space between them in two steps and grabbed her arms, her soft skin melting beneath his fingers. There’ll be a bruise tomorrow, he thought happily. “You owe me this! Unless you want the whole world to know…” He knew this wouldn’t help his situation but Draco couldn’t help it. “You are coming with me, no excuses. Tell your precious Harry you can’t make it, or tell him you are going with someone else. Or I’ll tell him everything.”

Dylan shut her eyes and Draco’s blood boiled. He threw her onto the bed and straddled her. “What are you doing!” she screamed. “Let go of me!” Dylan’s hands thumped against his chest.

Draco slapped her hands out of his way and leant down to kiss her neck. “Don’t you get it?” he whispered angrily in her ear. His fingers ripped at the shirt fabric as he kissed her angrily on the lips.

Dylan struggled underneath him, trying desperately to get free. Draco grabbed both her wrists and held them above her head easily. “S'il vous plaît arrêter,” she whispered.

He slid one hand up her skirt. “Je souhaite que je pourrais arrêter!” he breathed against her skin. How I wish I could stop, Dylan. His lips moved down her neck causing her to struggle harder. “Sit still!”

“Don’t touch me! Let me go,” she cried.

“It isn’t that simple,” he whispered coldly. He shut his eyes and began kissing her furiously again. He could taste blood, and he eased the pressure on her mouth.

“Draco!” a voice shrieked from the doorway. “What are you doing?”

Draco jumped away from Dylan’s body as fast as he could. “Pansy?” he stared at the girl dreadfully. “What are you-”

“You and that bitch?” she interrupted him. “I thought I solved that problem! Wait until your father hears about this,” she said coldly.

Draco paled as Pansy ran out of the room. He raced after her and flung her against the wall. “Don’t you say a thing, or I swear… I’ll…” Draco had no idea what he’d do, but he had to think of something.

Pansy smiled cruelly back at him. “I thought this was all a ploy to piss off Harry?” Pansy stared back at him daring him to deny it. “Now I find you in bed with her,” she spat.

Draco let Pansy go instantly. Dylan! He raced back into his room but couldn’t find her anywhere. “Shit,” he spat.

“You’ll both live to regret this,” Pansy laughed before heading towards her dormitory. “I’ll see you in the morning, darling.”

Draco sat on his bed and watched the wall slide back into place. What the hell happened? He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Damn Pansy,” he muttered darkly. Draco was shaking badly, his breathing was harsh and the scene that occurred only moments before played continually in his mind.

He took a shuddering breath and tried to figure a way out of the mess he had gotten himself into. If Pansy told his father, Draco knew what would happen and he didn’t particularly feel like running down that road. If Pansy made his life a living hell, as she swore she would, what exactly could she do? Draco shook his head.

Dylan hadn’t mentioned whether she’d go with me tomorrow! Draco flung himself back his pillows. As if she would want to go with me now. He shut his eyes and groaned. You didn’t plan for this, Draco, the sly voice muttered. “Shut up,” he muttered angrily.

Draco awoke the next morning feeling more exhausted than before he had gone to sleep. He had been kept awake all night by what he could only assume to be hormones. Dylan was attractive, that was the issue here, and when a girl is attractive well certain things can happen.

He shook his head. That’s no excuse, he thought bitterly. What happened to staying away from her? Pansy probably sent the letter last night and your father will be here any minute.

Draco shot out of bed and pulled on whatever he could find. Hell, if his father was going to be here today, he needed to do some thinking and fast. Start thinking of excuses, and some good ones…

Pacing around the common room didn’t help his thought process. All he could think about was ‘what if’. If Pansy had not walked into the room last night, he took a deep breath. But she did and that’s all that matters.

He glanced at his watch and his heart began to race. Five minutes! Draco ran out of the common room as fast as he could. Praying the staircases would take him to the right spot he barged through the corridors. So far so good, he thought. I’m going to make it.

As he approached the entrance hall he slowed himself down. Malfoy’s aren’t concerned if they are late. Draco sauntered around the corner and saw Hermione Granger racing about frantically.

“Where have you been?” she cried when she saw him. “You are five minutes late!”

Draco laughed. “Settle down, I’m here now.” He eyed the group of young students carefully. Why are they getting so excited about a bloody trip?

You were the same last night, remember? The sly voice was back again. Before she told you she was going with Potter. Draco had to clench his fists to stop himself cursing everyone in sight.

“Are you all right, Malfoy?” Hermione Granger asked softly. “You don’t look very happy.”

“When have I ever looked happy, Mudblood?” he spat. “Come on, let’s get moving!”

He glared at all the third years, before walking off in front of the group. “We’re heading off now,” Draco heard the other girl call out. “Settle down, let’s go.”

The trip took less time than he thought. Draco left Hermione ‘know-it-all’ Granger to deal with the other students, preferring to think of excuses. Pansy was sure to have told his father, and Lucius Malfoy would wander down to Hogsmeade later today and most definitely kill him.

As they entered through the gates of Hogsmeade, the third years all gasped. Granger sent them off and then headed towards the three broomsticks. No doubt she will be looking for Potter. Draco stopped dead and whirled around, following the girl into the small bar.

He glanced around the bar unable to see the tall blonde. There’s bloody Potter but where the hell is she? As the Head Girl approached the table, Potter looked up and smiled. I wish you were dead, Draco thought bitterly.

Draco turned swiftly and left the bar. She’s not here… he thought. At least she’s not here with him. He walked towards Zonko’s joke shop, hoping to stock up on some of their dung bombs. Peeves will get some fun out of it, at least.

He walked past the fountain that stood in the middle of the town square. The mermaid centerpiece winked at him however Draco just glared back. What’s the point of being here? It’s the same every time… I should just go back to the castle.

Draco froze instantly. He could have sworn Dylan just ran behind that building. What the hell is she doing here? Draco ran as fast as he could to catch up to her, it has to be her.

As he caught up to the girl he grabbed her and spun her around. “Dylan!” he cried.

The girl stared back at him in horror. “Don’t touch me, please.” She sounded so frightened. Draco pulled her closer. “Please, just let me go.”

He held her at arm’s length and stared at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly. “I’m sorry for what happened. I really am. I don’t know what came over me.” Draco put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look into her eyes. “Will you look at me?”

Dylan closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “I don’t want to look at you. Not anymore.” She pushed him away and glared at him. “I have to go.”

“Running back to Potter?” he called after her. “Fine, I’m sure his buddies will treat you nicely.”

He watched as Dylan stopped and turned to look at him with sad eyes. “Why would I go to Harry? I already told him I wasn’t coming today; I told him I have homework.” She shrugged.

Draco walked slowly towards her and almost screamed at her as she began taking fearful steps away from him. “Then why are you here today?” he asked slyly.

“I wanted to see Hogsmeade.” Dylan looked around for, what Draco assumed, was a place to run. “I thought it would be a little more interesting than this. Especially since two people wanted to take me.”

Draco watched her bump into a building and her eyes widened in fear. “Surely you haven’t seen all of it?” he muttered as he approached her. “Let me show you around.” Draco held out his hand and waited patiently for her to take it. “I promise I won’t hurt you again.”

Dylan shook her head and continued to stare at him silently. “Please, Dylan. I fell awful for what happened. I just want to make it up to you.” He took another step towards her and groaned in frustration as she flinched away from him.

“I just want to go back to the castle,” she whispered. “You can walk me, if you must.”

“No!” Draco muttered. “We can’t go back to the castle.”

Dylan stared at him curiously. “Why can’t we go back?”

Draco glanced around cautiously. “I just don’t want to waste the day. I have duties here, as Head Boy.”

“Well, you stay here then. Like I said, I want to go back to the castle.” Dylan stared at him for a full minute. “I’ll see you around.”

As she moved past him he grabbed her arm and spun her back around. Draco hugged her tightly and laid his head on hers. “I will walk you back to the castle,” he whispered softly. “I can’t stay.”

“I never asked you to,” she replied dryly.

The walk took no more than five minutes, yet Draco could have sworn it was longer. He had grabbed her hand before they had gone more than a few meters, and as she stared around for her beloved Harry Potter, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if things could have been different.

When she stared at him curiously and made to pull her hand away, he had merely tightened his grip. “Indulge me,” he whispered. Draco enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him. Her hand was so tiny he felt as though he could break it off without the slightest amount of effort on his part.

As the castle loomed into view he couldn’t help but feel a hint of regret. Would we have spent the entire day together if last night didn’t happen? This one thought had plagued his mind all morning and now that he was about to leave her it had returned.

Dylan turned towards him and gave him a feeble smile. “Thank you for walking me back.” As she tried to remove her hand from his grasp, Draco pulled her into him. “Draco?” she whispered.

“You aren’t back yet,” he said pointedly. “I promised I’d walk you back to the castle.” What the hell are you doing, he thought. Have you gone mad?

Draco held her for what seemed like eternity, yet Dylan didn’t seem too annoyed. A soft breeze swept her hair up and set both their robes billowing. As they stood there in the middle of the grounds, a cloud ran over the sun and Dylan shivered.

He shut his eyes in contentment. Suck it up, Draco. This will be all you’ll get. Draco breathed deeply, a faint mix of soap and roses met him. He grinned into her hair and sighed.

Somewhere in the forest a bird was twittering madly, and as the sun finally returned he lifted Dylan’s face to meet his. Draco’s lips touched hers ever-so-softly and his heart began to race.

You should take her back in now, a little voice whispered, though Draco barely heard it. Dylan wrapped her arms around him as he drew her towards him. What surprised him the most wasn’t the fact that she was standing there nicely, but the fact that she began to kiss him back. Timidly at first, but as his hand caressed her cheek gently she deepened the kiss.

“Dylan?” he whispered softly. “Do you know what you are doing?”

Please, please don’t let her stop. Draco’s stomach tensed as she pulled back. She looked into his eyes and gave another shiver. “It’s getting cold,” she said feebly. “I should go.”

He gave a weary sigh, and while his body was screaming at her for attention, Draco led her back into the castle. “I better get back,” he sighed. Dylan nodded as she took the stairs towards the dungeon. “Where are you going?” Draco stared at her curiously.

“Nowhere in particular,” she smiled back at him shyly. “Have fun at Hogsmeade.”

Draco couldn’t do anything but watch her walk down the corridor. Gryffindor tower is the other way! As soon as this thought entered his head Draco began to walk slowly after her. Don’t get your hopes up…

He watched her stop outside the entrance to the Slytherin Common room. “Dylan?” he muttered.

She gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling back at him. “Draco,” she whispered.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked. Hell if she leads me on again, I don’t think I can stop.

Dylan lowered her head as Draco walked towards her, stopping only inches away from her. “Pureblood,” she whispered and the wall slid open. “I sure hope I know what I’m doing.”

Draco groaned and lifted her easily into his arms. “I sure hope so.” He carried her into his room, laying her gently on the bed. “This is your last chance to leave.” He held his breath awaiting her reply.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” Dylan smiled at him as she undid the first few buttons of her shirt.

“Don’t,” he whispered. Draco grabbed her hands and stared at her intently. “I want to do that.”

Dylan moved back until she was resting against his pillows. This can’t be happening. Draco lay on his side next to her and smiled down at her. His hand caressing her face, her lips, her neck and anywhere else he could think of.

She shut her eyes as he planted soft kisses across her face. “Draco,” she sighed.

Draco undid the remaining buttons on her shirt and he removed both her shirt and bra easily. He stared at her, watching her reaction as he kneaded her breasts. Dylan shuddered in pleasure and her mouth dropped open as he continued.

He lowered himself down until his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently. Dylan gave a soft moan as he began the process again on her other breast. Draco moved lower, sliding off her skirt and underpants with ease, breathing deeply as he looked at her naked figure on his bed.

Dylan reached out for him, and Draco couldn’t stop himself going to her. This has to be some sick joke, he thought as he kissed her once again. He felt her hands slide under his shirt and he raised his arms obediently.

Once his shirt was removed he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. “It’s your turn,” he whispered.

He gasped as she kissed his neck softly. Draco could hear her panting as his hands trailed up her legs. She stared down at him, her eyes willing him to continue his exploration. Draco felt her fingers fumbling with the button on his pants and he smiled. “Let me,” he muttered, brushing her hands away.

Dylan gasped and shot off the bed, staring at him fearfully. “I can’t,” she whispered, her eyes watching him sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Draco muttered in disbelief. “You’re joking, right?” His hands stopped trying to wrestle with the button on his pants. “This is not funny.”

He watched her shake her head and, as she moved to grab her clothes, he followed her around the room. “I’m so sorry,” she mumbled over and over again.

Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and whirled her around to face him. “You can’t be serious?” he muttered. “You were the one who walked here, and now you’re-” He ran a frustrated hand through his already messy hair.

“I’m sorry,” she bit her lip softly.

“No.” Draco grabbed her by the waist and threw her non-too-gently onto the bed. “No, I’m not doing this again.” He held her down with one hand as his other hand undid the button on his pants. “I don’t care if you can’t,” he spat. “You should have thought of that beforehand.”

Dylan stared up at him, terror plastered all over her face, her body trying to wriggle free. Draco slapped her across the face and she froze. He stared hard at her and watched on angrily as she flinched back. Dammit! I knew it was too good to be true.

Her hands pelted his bare chest, but he barely noticed. Draco leant down to kiss her and copped a blow to the face. “You little bitch,” he spat. He grabbed her wrists and held them at her side.

Draco’s mouth moved over her neck and chest, he grinned in triumph as a little moan escaped her throat. “No, please. Not like this, please. Don’t do this,” she murmured, her eyes glinting with unshed tears.

He finally parted her legs and stared coldly into her eyes. “Try and stop me,” he challenged. Before she had a chance to reply, Draco thrust into her violently.

Dylan shut her eyes in pain and let out a cry, sobering Draco immediately. Fuck! He looked down at her in confusion. Her face was pale and tears were streaming down her face, her whole body was tensed. Draco was pretty sure she was holding her breath as well.

He shut his eyes against the sight and continued, willing himself to hurry for the first time in his life. Why didn’t she say anything? He tried desperately to ignore her painful gasps, each one making him feel like a monster.

Draco sped up his thrusts as he fast approached his climax and let her hands go. He found her hips and pulled her back and forth, knowing he was probably hurting her more but it was the only way he could finish quickly. His heart raced, and his breathing became harsh. For a moment he felt his body go rigid and he gasped as he felt himself release.

Without opening his eyes he untangled himself from her and rolled onto the mattress. You’re a cruel bastard, Draco Malfoy. Guilt was eating away at his stomach and his mind. He heard a small sob from Dylan and he had to get out of the bed.

Draco walked around the room and gathered up her clothes. “Here,” he muttered as he threw them at her. He pulled on his black bath robe and without giving her a second glance he left the room in search of the shower.

Fuck! What the hell happened? Draco stood beneath the harsh spray of the shower and rubbed his face wearily. His breathing still hadn’t recovered and he knew it wouldn’t return to normal for the next few hours.

As he dressed in silence he didn’t dare look at the bed. Dylan had left the room, most likely as soon as I’d left, but he couldn’t handle the memory. His mind was punishing him enough as it was.

Draco made his way to the Great hall; the feast should be starting soon. He still couldn’t figure out where the time had gone, but all the students had been back from Hogsmeade for an hour already. As he neared the hall he could hear voices exchanging conversations, there were too many people talking at once to make out what they were saying however. Probably talking about how great the day was.

He took a deep breath before rounding the corner and was glad he had when his gaze landed on a huge banner. Draco felt as though he’d been hit in the stomach by the whomping willow.

“What do Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge and Severus Snape have in common?” Draco groaned as the words flashed across the canvas. He bit his lip as the next words flashed onto the banner. “A niece called Dylan Thompson.”

Draco realized the students were all talking about this new piece of information. I’d better get that down before she sees it! He glanced around the hall for the dream team and Dylan but couldn’t see them. So far, so good.

He stared around for Pansy; no doubt she’s behind this. Sure enough, she sat at the Slytherin table laughing along with the other students, her eyes gleaming happily. Draco made to move towards her, as a palm collided with his face and he stumbled back.

Draco’s hand flew to his cheek as he stared around for his attacker, and he paled at the sight. Dylan Thompson stared back at him angrily for a moment, tears in her eyes, before running out of the hall with a sob.