Relationships are Complicated!

Disclaimer: All characters etc. belong to J.K. Rowling and the song belongs to LeAnne Rimes and her people.

The Right Kind of Wrong

~I know all about
Yea about your reputation
And how it’s bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can’t help it if I’m helpless
Every time that I’m where you are~

I’d heard all about his other conquests. How could I not have? Students were always talking about him and he’s not exactly discreet about his sexual affairs. I always assumed I meant more to him thought. I mean, nobody knew about the two off us. At first, I thought it was because he was embarrassed, ashamed that he slept with me, Gryffindor’s Golden Boy, but he kept asking me back to his dorm again and again. I wanted to say ‘no’ tell him to ‘get lost’, but then he’d come near me and my mouth would automatically say ‘yes’ instead of ‘no’, ‘I want you’ instead of ‘get lost’.

~You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore
Oh I know I should go
But I need you touch just to damn much~

So, now I’m waiting for him in his room. I guess being head boy really does have its perks. I’m here however; to tell him I don’t want to see him anymore. I can’t carry on like this; it’s confusing. All the others have been a one-time thing, so why does he keep asking me back?

Finally, the door opens and in he walks, dropping his bag on the floor, before finally looking up and noticing me.

“Harry,” he breaths, and it hits me, I can’t end this. I want… I need him to much.

“Hope you don’t mind me dropping by?” I say, trying to look anywhere but at him. He’s just staring at me. Why’s he just staring at me?

“I’ll go,” I say, I don’t think he want me here.

I head towards the door, realizing I have to walk past him to get out. I go to step around him, but feel him place his hand gently on my stomach.

“I’d like it if you stayed,” he says, softly.

I step back so I’m stood in front of him. His hands slide up my sides and slowly slip off my school robes. I mirror his actions, letting his robes tumble to the floor. I feel his lips capture mine and his tongue runs along my bottom lip, causing me to moan as I part my mouth and allow him entrance. How could I ever have considered giving this up?

~Loving you, that isn’t really something I should do
I shouldn’t wonna spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you’re the right kind of wrong
Yea baby you’re the right kind of wrong~

I must have died and gone to heaven, because there cannot be a better feeling than this. Than Draco, being above me, and inside me, and all around me, surrounding me with his scent, his taste. And it’s so wrong, and my head keeps telling me that, but heart seems to be telling my head to ‘fuck off’ and ‘shut the hell up’.

There’s no place I’d rather right now, than right here. Looking into his lust filled, glazed eyes, listening to his heavy breathing and his soft moans, but the thing I love the most is the way he whispers my name. Harry. Not Potter, as he calls me in front of other people, but Harry. My head’s still telling me this is wrong, but if it is, at least it feels good… feels right.

~It might be a mistake
A mistake I’m making
But what you’re giving I am happy to be taking
Cause no one’s ever made me feel
The way I feel when I’m in your arms~

I never thought Malfoy would be the kind of person to cuddle after sex, but he is. Like now, his chest is pressed against my back and his arm is around my waist, holding me close. He’s sleeping and I can feel his breath ghost over my neck every time he breathes out. I love that feeling. The way it keeps reminding me that I am actually in his arms. Nevertheless, I can’t help but wonder if he cuddles with the others. Does he hold everyone the way holds me?

I know I’m going to get hurt if this goes on any longer, however I find myself not caring. I don’t even care if he does sleep with half the school. I’ll keep coming back, for as long as he wants me.

~They say you’re something I should do without
They don’t know what goes on
When the light goes out~

All my friends, in fact, all of the people I know hate him. Ron and Hermione think he’s a complete asshole. They’d both have a fit if they ever found out about this. Well actually, Hermione would probably try to accept it, put on a brave face, but it would show in her eyes, the disappointment and the hurt. Ron, on the other hand, would probably hit him and accuse him of slipping me a love potion or something. When he’d finally realize my feelings are real, he’d probably hate me.

They don’t know though. They don’t know the way he is when we’re alone. They don’t know the way that he makes me feel. They don’t know that I love him.

~There’s no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain~

And yeah, it hurts when I hear about another person he’s been with. It hurts so much I’ve been reduced to tears a couple of times. But I’d rather have the tears and the hurt and be with him, than be empty from not having him at all. It sounds stupid, I know. But I guess you do stupid things when you’re in love.

~Loving you isn’t really something I should do
I shouldn’t wonna spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you’re the right kind of wrong
Yeah baby you’re the right kind of wrong~