The Usual Suspects

I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I remember is the creak of the door opening. I opened my eyes. The room was still bright; the candles hadn't gone out. Draco closed the door behind him and looked around, then at me. He smiled.

I sat and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood, but Draco gestured for me to stay there. He walked the edge of the room, blowing out every other candle until the light had faded to a dim glow.

"You weren't in class," Draco said. I looked away.

"I couldn't sleep last night," I replied. I hadn't slept, but it was close enough. I couldn't have slept with all I needed to do.

Draco stepped close and caught my chin in his hand, lifting my face to his. He kissed me, his lips so soft and warm that I sighed.
Draco turned me so that his chest was against my back and slid his hands down my chest and stomach to the crook of my legs. I leaned back into him. His fingers pressed into me through the cloth and I shifted, unsure what to do with my hands.

I couldn't see Draco, and I wanted to. I still had the desire to see him, all of him, at my leisure. I reached into my pocket, my fingers curling around my wand.

I closed my eyes, concentrating. Incarcerous. To my infinite surprise, ropes flew out of midair, trapping Draco, who fell to the floor. I turned and looked down at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he spat, though I saw desire in his eyes. As angry as he was, he was turned on. "Mobilicorpus." I moved Draco onto the bed, then pulled off my robes, folding them before setting them on the floor at the foot of the bed. Draco watched, his eyes narrowed.

I turned back to him, pulling at the ropes which bound him. I tied him spread-eagle to the bedposts, then stood back.
Draco smirked. "Now what?" he asked. He was tied to the bed, fully clothed.

I turned to the nearest candle and lit it with my wand. Draco's eyes widened. I lit the next candle.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I'm lighting the candles," I explained simply.

"Why?!"

I looked at him as I lit the third candle. "Why not?"

Draco was fuming. I was suddenly glad he was tied down.

I proceeded to light every candle in the room, listening with some curiosity to Draco pulling at his ropes. When I had finished, I turned to him again, and he had a look of fear in his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"Put them out."

I stepped closer to Draco, leaning over him. "Why?"

"Just do it."

"Not unless you tell me why."

"It's none of your business."

I sat down beside Draco on the bed. "Why not?"

Draco's face reddened. I could feel the emotions radiating from his body. "I don't answer to you!" he barked. "Put them out or let me go!"

"I've seen you before, Draco."

"Just...let me go!" Draco pulled at the ropes again, but he wasn't going anywhere.

I stood and unbuttoned my shirt, dropping it to the floor. Draco turned his head to look at me, though I could still see the anger in his face. I kicked off my shoes and socks, then unzipped my skirt and dropped it. A gleam of lust sparked in Draco's eyes, and I almost smiled.

"I'm sorry I have to do this," I said, and maybe somehow I was. "Diffindo!" Draco's clothes split at the seams, and he growled, pulling again at his bonds. I crossed to his side and pulled the cloth off of him, tossing it away.

His muscles flexed as he tried to pull and twist, and I drank my fill, starting at the curve of his ankles. His legs were covered with golden hair, the same shade as that which sprung around his jutting member. Fight as he would, Draco was turned on, and I swept my fingertips across his thighs, refusing to look at his face just yet. I'd get there.

His stomach was flat and hard, and it moved under my hands. I smiled. He was as beautiful as I'd imagined. Not a single mark to mar his porcelain skin. I moved up to his chest and a dark spot caught my attention from the corner of my eye. I turned to look, and froze in horror.

On the inner area of Draco's left forearm was the Dark Mark. Draco struggled even harder now, but his straining grunts couldn't drag my attention away from the twisting black shape. I gasped as everything flashed black, and I saw the Mark again in a darkened room, where lightening flashed and thunder ripped the sky in two. The room was light again, and it was Draco's arm I was looking at. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my head lowered, and Draco was still.

I looked at him, and his eyes were a swirling mystery. I couldn't speak. I didn't hate him, though I felt like I should. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I wiped it away, then stood, pulling on my shirt and skirt. I grabbed my wand and released Draco, then sat on the hard floor and pulled my knees into my chest.

I heard Draco get off the bed, and the pat of his feet crossing the floor. He knelt beside me, but I didn't look up. There was too much to absorb.

"Are you happy?" he asked softly.

I turned my face away from him, but he grabbed it and forced me to look at him.

"Are you happy? Is this what you wanted?!" His voice rose, and he turned my face to his arm, where the mark rested, a grotesque blackened scar in his otherwise perfect skin.

"I didn't know!" I tried to pull back, but Draco held tight.

"And now you do. So what?" Draco pushed me back and I toppled to my side.

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

I turned to look at him, a bit of anger creeping over my misery. "No!" I scowled, and Draco scowled back. "First off, who would I tell, and second off, why?" Draco stared at me, not speaking. "What good would it do?" I sat again, pulling my knees back to my chest. Draco sat beside me.

"I didn't have much of a choice," he said quietly. I turned to look at him. He was the heir of a Pureblood family known for its attitude toward Muggles and halfbloods. His father was a Death Eater, it just made sense that he would be too, and he didn't have much of a choice?

"So you didn't want..."

Draco sneered. "Of course not. Not that I like Mudbloods or anything, but I wasn't ready for this. I didn't ask for it." He stared off into the room, luminous in the brightness of the room.

We sat for a few minutes, each lost in our own separate thoughts.

"You haven't left," Draco said, almost to himself.

"No," I responded.

He continued to look into the room rather than at me. "Why not?"

"Would you rather I did?"

"No." Draco turned to look at me at last, his eyes so sad and confused that I nearly cried for him.

"I'm not leaving unless you want me to."

Draco was silent. He looked back into the room, and I felt like my heart would break if he didn't say something! I needed an acknowledgment that he appreciated the bit of sacrifice I was making. I'd never so much as considered affiliating myself with a Death Eater. My family had always stayed clear of people who'd been accused of such activity.

But Draco was different. Inside I could tell he was different; sensitive and wounded, gentle somehow.

He hadn't put the candles back out. He also hadn't dressed. Draco sat naked beside me. I unbuttoned my shirt again, a gesture that everything I'd said was true. I would stay with Draco as long as he'd let me.

As I dropped my bra to the floor, Draco turned to look at me, his eyes fastening on the peaks of my breasts. I stood up and tried to think of how I could get Draco's trust back, of what I could do to interest him. Touch yourself... the memory of his voice echoed through my mind. I put my hands to my breasts, nervous but eager, and stroked my fingers across the tight buds of my nipples. Draco's body was tense as he watched, and I could tell that I had his full attention.

I teased my own breasts, tugging lightly, chewing my lip at the small jolts of pleasure. Draco rose on his knees before me and slid his hands up my thighs beneath my skirt. His fingers reached the edge of my panties, pulling them down, and I stepped out of them. Suddenly his head was beneath my skirt, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my thighs. Before I could possibly have imagined his intention, a shock ripped through me. Draco's tongue had found the bud of pleasure between my legs, and I swayed slightly, my knees weak. I moaned at the feel of him, the liquid motion of him bringing tears to my eyes.

I bent slightly, placing my hands on his shoulders for support. He nudged my legs farther apart with his chin, and I nearly fell at the indecent pleasure he caused. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I stepped back, or staggered really, collapsing on the bed. Draco's eyes followed me, and his tongue swept across his lips. I felt like I was going to cry with the sensations still simmering inside me.
Draco stood, and I watched him cross to me, golden light reflecting off his body. He pushed me back into the mattress and I parted my thighs, ready for him. He pressed in, and my body trembled, but he didn't withdraw.

I pulsed lightly, and I could feel him swelling larger and harder within me, the heat growing to a fever pitch. I tried to shift my hips, but Draco didn't budge, except to pin my wrists above my head with his hands. He began to pulse with me, and my body responded with a pounding throb. I twisted my head, tried to move my body, but I couldn't. I gritted my teeth as the throb began to push me toward insanity. I could think of nothing but movement, the desire to make him move within me.

Finally he withdrew, so slowly that a tear slipped down my cheek with the pleasure of it. He stopped just before we would have withdrawn completely, and I sobbed lightly. Draco thrust sharply in, and I exploded as he hit something inside me, rending me apart. Just as quickly, he pulled out, but my body shook with ecstasy, and I cried with it.

When the blind pleasure faded, Draco was cleaning up. He stood silently and dressed, and I curled onto my side, watching him repair his clothes with a few flicks of his wand. Draco turned as he zipped his trousers, his face unreadable. I pulled myself to my feet and dressed, then turned to Draco, who was smoothing back his hair.

"Thank you," I said softly.

Draco's eyes narrowed slightly. "For what?"

I chewed my lip a moment. "For sharing it with me." My gaze flickered to the spot on his arm where the Dark Mark lay, hidden by layers of clothes.

"I didn't exactly share."

I looked down at my feet, somewhat ashamed. I had taken advantage of Draco, done things without his permission.

His hand was at my chin, lifting it. "It's okay," he said.
I nodded, and he let me go.

"Tomorrow I've got Quidditch practice," Draco said, turning to put out the candles.

I watched silently, wondering if that was an excuse or an invitation.

"You can come watch if you like."

I smiled broadly. "I'd love to," I breathed.

Draco looked at me over his shoulder and smirked, his eyes sparkling. "I'll be here after dinner as well," he said, putting out another row of candles.

I'd have most of the day alone, but I was excited at the idea of seeing Draco in action. Well, in a different type of action, at least.

When the last candle had been snuffed, Draco turned back to me, the tip of his wand lit. He crossed to me, and we walked to the door together, then stepped into the corridor.

"I'll be on the Quidditch Pitch at half-past ten," Draco said.

I nodded. "I'll be there."

He smiled, showing a shining row of even, pearl-white teeth. I grinned in response.

"Good night," I murmured.

Draco pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping briefly past my lips before he pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Good night," he said, and turned away, leaving without a backward glance.

I sighed, then headed back to the dormitory. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, but I don't remember a single thought I had. Maybe they were moving too quickly for me to catch one. Maybe I wasn't thinking at all.