The last time

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The last time

I know he’s here, I can sense it. Whole summer I’ve been trying to avoid him, but now he’s here. How am I ever going to get trough this?

You see, it’s end of the summer after our seventh year, so no Hogwarts anymore, not anything about him anymore, not a single memory. Hell, I don’t want to remember him, I don’t want to bump up to him, but the population of wizards and witches has grown so small, that it’s impossible not to see at least a little glance of him every once in a while.

We fought our war and almost everyone is dead, well not everyone, but at least three quarters of the light side. But we won, yes indeed we did win and in the end, that’s all that matters. I bet there would be even fewer of us, if the dark side had won, all of us tortured or killed, women made sex slaves for them. But let’s not get to what ifs.

He even joined the light side, what a prick. If he had been on the dark side, it would be easier for me to forget him. But no, of course he has to do everything so hard. Maybe he wants me to remember him. That little mother fucker.


Now he’s right behind me, I can smell him. And what a heavenly scent is that, really. His aftershave. His tobacco. Little bit of orange and some spices. But the strongest scent I smell is him, my Draco.

Well not my Draco exactly, all we ever did was to shag each other. But you know, shagging someone for over two years makes you recognise their smell, makes you feel when they’re present, makes you want to own them. For heavens, it makes you think you love them! Until you realise, it was just some release for both of you.


I can hear his breath on my ear and I reach my hand behind his neck. He sighs and reaches his hands on my waist. I tell myself to run screaming out. Move to somewhere really far away, and forget him. But can I really? No, I can’t. My body refuses to fucking obey me. Fuck you Draco Malfoy! Oh wouldn’t I love to fuck you…

Instead of running away, I press my body closer to him. He just feels so damn good. I can feel his heart beat in unison with mine, both of our pulses highly increased. He wants me, and dear God do I want him!

Oh! And now he’s fucking touching my hardened nipple trough the thin fabric of my shirt. In front of everyone! He kisses my neck and I feel him smile, ‘cause I don’t wear bra. As if he hadn’t known it already. Or maybe that’s exactly why he smiles, he expected it. And no wonder, it would be a fucking miracle, if he didn’t know me inside-out by now!

“This party is boring Granger, let’s go to your place.”

He whispers to my ear. Who he fucking thinks he is?! He just comes here and tells me what to do? Expects me to do as he says? Well, as I said, he knows me too well, and I apparate both of us to my home. I tried to get to my living room, but we landed straight to my kitchen. Must’ve got something to do with my blurred head, or my lack of brains at this very moment.

I push myself off him and lean on my kitchen table. For a while neither of us says a thing. He watches my back, and I try to concentrate on looking the table. All I try to do is keep my hands off him, but it’s damn hard. I can feel his eyes on my back, his scent filling my apartment and it’s so fucking silent I can hear his beautiful breath.

I close my eyes as I hear him walking towards me. He lands his hand on my waste again but this time I slap it off and move further away of him. He comes closer and suddenly I feel the windowpane on my lower back. I can not back away anymore, and soon he’s right in front of me, his lips mere inches away from mine.

Before I can do a thing, say anything his lips gently touches my lower lip. How can I be this weak! Dear God it feels so good to be this near of him. I feel my legs melt and I almost fall, but he’s there to catch me.

This must be like any other of our shags to him, but for me this is totally different. For me, this is the last time, witch makes it completely different. Somehow I feel bittersweet, but on the other hand I’m just relieved.

I’m relieved, ‘cause after this it’s all over. I can forget him, and get over him. No that I wouldn’t love to fuck him for the rest of my life, no. It’s just that I need something more, I need more than just a casual fuck, I need a relationship. Hell, I might even want a family someday! And that is something he can not offer to me. Besides, I want to be loved, and I know he could never love me. After all, I’m just his mudblood fuck, used when he needs relieve. Oh well okay, got to admit it, of course I enjoy it too!

I don’t want to… enjoy him touching me, but it just feels so good. Just like now, when he holds me up against his body, his mouth buried on my neck. Kissing, biting, licking.



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