Twisted Lust

Her eyes were sealed shut, she looked so angelic, so carefree. How ironic. He’d been watching her, watching her for the past two hours. Sometimes she would murmur in her sleep, an incoherent language, but apart from that, she was silent. It was the most silent she’d been in awhile.

He lay on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He dragged his finger along the crooks of the ceiling, tracing them as they joined and disappeared. He didn’t know it could be like that, he’d never felt it before. When he used to sleep around, in the good old days when he didn’t have a care in the world, he did it for pleasure. He didn’t care about the girl, he didn’t care if he hurt her, he did it for his own delight, emotionless. Girls were always throwing themselves at him back then, and he always had a wide range to select from. But it never meant anything.

For the first time that night, he understood what he had been missing. His ache, that growing ache of being alone, of having no one, slowly disappeared. And as lame as it sounded, he felt it become a part of him. He felt her inside him, not just her body, but a piece of her spirit. It was lodged in him and he wouldn’t take it away for the world. But he knew it would be hard, he knew she needed it all the time, and if he didn’t provide, she would go back to her old habits. After all, a sex maniac can’t go on long without it.

Sharing her with anyone else would kill him, he couldn’t have her go back to all those who used her like a sex object. She could only belong to him.

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She batted her eyelashes, opening them to face no one. Hadn’t it just been a few nights ago that she had woken up alone in Draco’s room? Guess she would be doing a lot of that, she thought to herself, smiling. She padded into her room, throwing on a shirt and her short shorts, totally oblivious to the fact that it was the end of December, snow on the ground. The shirt brushed against the bites down her collar, slipping lower and lower between the valley of her breasts. Not so long ago, those bites would have made her cringe in terror.

Inside she was delirious, she had felt it, she had actually fucking felt something. After months and months of fucking everyone that as much looked her way, she finally felt something.

She made her way down the stairs, sneaking up behind Draco who was sitting on the sofa, gazing at the fire. She put her hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?” she asked, laughing in a much too innocent way.

“Hey” Draco responded, pulling her into his lap.
Automatically she started kissing him, pulling at his trousers, trying to unbutton them. Draco didn’t respond, once again he pulled her hands back up, pulling away slightly from her face. She pouted again, trying to touch him, but he had to pull her back. Their constant struggle at power.

“I have to talk to you” he said, his eyes trained on her own.
She nodded slightly and stopped trying to grab at him, resting her head on the arm of the sofa.

“Hermione, last night, well last night was…” he said, sounding like an awkward little boy, cursing himself for it.

“It was amazing, who knew you were so good, it was so good we just have to do it again” she added, pulling herself closer to him.

God, was sex all she ever thought about?

“Not now, not now. I need to talk to you, I need to talk about things, about us.”

“Oh ok” she said, lightly tousling her hair.

His mouth gaped slightly as her shirt opened a little more, revealing more than necessary.
He recovered quickly, straightening himself up.

“I don’t know how else to put this. I need to know. I care about you, and I can’t stand to see this bother you.”

“Are you sure, you seem a little bothered right now, want me to help you-”

“I’m serious Hermione. You can’t keep me out, you can’t keep everyone out forever, these things aren’t healthy.”

She was silent, she stopped fidgeting, she stared up at him.
It was quiet for a while.

“I don’t want to remember, talking about it will just make it worse” she said, her voice gone cold, the playfulness gone.

“I know Hermione, but I need to know. You have to tell me, I know it bothers you. every night, this whole year, I hear you screaming in your sleep. And there are the spasms, the uncontrollable fear. You can’t keep doing this, it’s destroying you, it’s ruining you from the inside and you can’t see it.”

More silence, an awkward silence.

She cleared her throat.
“Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She was silent again. She got up off his lap, and stood next to the fireplace.

“I can’t, it will destroy you, hearing about it, it’s sick, it’s so sick. You’ll think about it. I don’t want it to bother you, I don’t want you to worry about it.”

“Hermione, just fucking tell me, I’m ready. I’m not a little boy, just tell me”

Silence again. So much fucking silence.

He walked over to her, he dragged her back to the sofa, sitting next to her, putting his arm around her. She pulled away though, she couldn’t have him touch her.

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