October 17, 2012

Dear diary,

It seems as if the time just slips by, more like drags by caressing my skin with the silken strands of time. It would be better if it just stood still… I must confess bewildering dreams plague me, things I know a young lady should not think of or more like desire.

Lust, a word I murmur in the darkness of my room as I lay wishing for slumber, but in place of blissful sleep what am I welcomed with? An unquenchable ache, a need for sinful touches in places I could never speak of or even write without my cheeks turning a deep crimson.

It seems unfair…why can't I be just like a harlot? Give myself to the night's desires let a man or even woman take me to the peak of desire and back under every single moon. Oh what am I thinking?! But …I would love to be owned and own my lover, to make them whisper my name, even scream it! I'm getting carried away here, I digress there's only so much I can read about submission and possession, shackles, and whips. I have a thirst to learn every nook and cranny of this forbidden world of this tabooed forest of pleasure and pain, and mind you I set out to own it and become its slave.

I watch him when he thinks no one sees is it so wrong wanting someone so close to sin, knowing his darkness doesn't frighten me it just calls me to him like a forbidden siren song many nights I dream of he being the one to take me, to mark me, to claim me…my lovely dragon how I wish to dwell in your dreams as you dwell in mine.

Entirely Yours,

H. *

I lay in the soft canopy bed reading over her most private thoughts over and over again, feeling so wrong for intruding, but so right because somehow I feels closer to her, when she's so far… but today was different she mentioned her dragon, and a flicker of hope lit up inside me, a small flame warmed his insides, could he dare to hope than in some alternate universe her dragon could be him? I shake my head and look up at the clock realizing it's time to go to the great hall for supper. I shrug on my robes with a swift movement, staring at the leather bound book and with a low murmur of a spell returning the book to its hidden home.

Making my way down the drafty halls, I can't keep away the images that now flood my mind, images of her wild curls adorning my pillow as she moans my name, her wrists tied above her head making her perky breast lift in need, her head trashing in pleasure as I make her forget her own name… I need to stop this! But you can't you need her, you want her, make her yours! The voices of my deepest desires growled in my head.

I don't realize I've reached the great hall until the loud murmurs and laughs disrupt the tantalizing images in my mind. I sat at the farthest chair on the table waiting on the feast to begin, my eyes searched for her and just like every night she wasn't in the great hall. I couldn't help it, a small smirk made its way to my face. I grabbed some random items of food and slipped them in his robe's pocket than made my way out silently and hopefully unnoticed. This became sort of a routine; I took the shiny green apple from my pocket and tossed it up and down as I made way to the library. The smell of old and new books assaulted my nose, and I let my gaze roam to the farthest corner; a private booth was nestled there, hidden from prying eyes. There she sat nose in a book, as I got closer I noticed her luscious bottom lip caught between her pearly whites I inwardly groaned. If only you knew my goddess what you did to me…

I glanced at the title of the book "Claiming the Night" I smirked remembering her diary page, I sit behind the tall book shelf where I can gaze at her beautiful form, but she wouldn't see me. I remember when I stumbled on her private most decadent desires for the first time…she had left the small leather bound book in the head's common room by mistake of course, and I couldn't help but take a peek. The little bookworm couldn't have anything that would interest me in a silly diary, or so I told myself, but curiosity got the best of me. I opened the book to find her deepest needs, her unquenchable desires, and most descriptive dreams, and from then on I've been hooked. I want to be the one to own her, to be owned by her, to collar her, and make her scream my name and ONLY mine.

"Fuck" I grumble a little too loud, feeling my raging hard-on I will it away, but my need for her just increases every passing moment, I knew soon I would explode.

"M…Malfoy? Is that you? Are you okay?" I was startle by her small voice; I felt my heart stop as I gazed up at her, her honey glazed eyes flashing with surprise and worry.

"Her-Granger! I'm fine." I stumble almost calling her by her given name, I clear my throat trying to keep cool, but she sees right through me, her deep eyes burning holes in my soul. She doesn't seem convinced so I add a small smirk, almost too soft…almost a smile than I see her cheeks flush! I can't hide the surprise plastered on my features. I stand up, it's now or never! Man up Draco Malfoy! I stand very close to her, her cheeks stain a darker shade of pink and I place my hand behind her pressing her against the sturdy shelf. She lets out a surprised yet innocent squeak, and looks up at me with what seem like terror, but her eyes held something else, something clear as daylight need. So I took the plunge, I leaned down capturing her lips with mine in a hard searing kiss. I felt her small hands clutch at my chest as if to pull me closer, and I knew I couldn't stop now. I let out a small groan as her lips parted giving me way to her warm sweet mouth, I slid my tongue with hers my fingers tangled in her mahogany locks, something came over and the kiss became feverish with raw want. I growled against her plumped, bruised lips, "Mine…" she pulled closer and I knew the words rang true she was now mine. No more playing this watching from the shadows game, no more hiding fearing the worst, not anymore.