Forbidden Fantasy

DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling and I own none of the Harry Potter characters or anything associated with them. I can promise you that if I did own them I wouldn\'t be writing this, I\'d be swimming in a tank full of money with a naked Tom Felton *grin*.


Forbidden Fantasy

“Fuck! Please, I need more!” she screamed.

“You are a hot little slut aren’t you?” he laughed. “Well, since you begged so nicely…” He said before bending her further over the desk in their heads’ common room, pounding into her mercilessly.

“You bastard!”

“You love it.”

She pressed back, meeting him thrust for thrust as her hand drifted down to where they were joined, rubbing furiously at her clit. He kneaded her swaying breasts and pulled her upright so that her back was pressed against his chest. Her head fell back against his shoulder, left hand wrapped around his neck behind her, the other still stimulating her clit.

He had her stretched impossibly, on her toes to keep from falling as he drove into her. She was so close to coming he could feel it, he could hear it in her ragged breathing, her mouth spewing forth nonsense and curses. He wrapped one arm around her waist and placed two fingers into her mouth where she sucked them hungrily.

When he bit her shoulder she came with a scream and he followed seconds after.

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Draco Malfoy woke up for the fifth time that week with his cum splattered across his sweaty chest and all over his bed sheets.

It’s impossible. No, wrong, just wrong. He shouldn’t be having these thoughts, these dreams that he’s been plagued with. Her hot mouth against his. Her nails raking his back as she screams in ecstasy.

She’s a mudblood, she’s beneath him, at least that’s what they say. But it’s so hard to believe that you’re better than someone when, every day, they prove to be so much more than your equal.

“Damn mudblood,” he swore under his breath. He couldn\'t get her out of his head.

He could see that mouth, those full lips that always have some witty or acid retort to his insults, wrapped around his aching cock as he fists his hands in her unruly curls. He could see her; legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her against the wall, nails, hands grasping for something to brace herself with. He could see her; skin glowing with perspiration in the firelight moaning, hear her keening his name in pleasure.

He could easily picture her naked, wanton, and spreading herself for him. He dreamed of her taste, her smell, looks he’d seen her bestow her two best friends on countless occasions. Truth was, he saw all of these things, and frequently. But it was worse than just lusting after a mudblood, even his father had taken mistresses that weren\'t pureblooded. No, his dreams went much further than fucking the chit. He wanted more than the witch\'s body, he wanted all of her.

In his dreams he had seen her, draped in white, pledging her love to him for all eternity; a promise to her that he’d already made, if only to himself. He could picture her; belly swollen with his child, a mischievous smile upon her lips.

But unfortunately, he knew that this could never be. They would be hunted down, killed, for a love that was not meant to be.

No, it was impossible. He knew how it would be. She’d go on to marry Potter or Weasley; have one of their children, not his. She wouldn’t—couldn’t love him. It was his lot in life. He was Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy\'s son, and he had been brought up to be a death eater. He already was one; he had chosen his side. However, he knew one thing; when he saw her on the other side of the battle field, he would protect her. He could see himself dying for her if he had to, and she would never belong to him. It wasn’t allowed, not in their world.

But in his fantasies, in his dreams, she would always be his.
~Fin~

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A/N: This is my first fanfic of this type (I\'ve done beta work mostly) so I\'d love to know what you thought. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but no flames please, they don\'t accomplish anything.