Ocean
Eyes
Title: Ocean Eyes
Category:
Romance
Sub Category: Drama
Keywords: sex ocean eyes draco
romance
Rating: R
Summary: There is a new girl, a 6th year, in
Slytherin, and before he
knows it, Draco finds himself falling in
love with her. In love with
her ocean eyes... But before long,
her life is slipping away from her, and Draco is
confused, upset,
and angry.
DISCLAIMER:
This story is based on characters and situations created
and owned
by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited
to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and
Warner
Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark
infringement is intended.
STANDARD
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on
characters and situations
created and owned by JK Rowling, various
publishers including but
not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic
Books and Raincoast
Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being
made and no
copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
So in other
words, DREADFULLY, I dont own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy,
or
Hogwarts. I only have created the character, Cherrelle.
Author
notes: I hope you enjoy it. Im rather crap at writing stories,
but
I took a shot at it. Please R/R for me!
Thanks!
It was a dreary
Saturday as Draco Malfoy boarded the Hogwarts Express, white-blonde
hair mussled, a neutral bed-head, his grey eyes bleary and tired. He
hadn't taken a shower the earlier night, and felt as if he was
poisoned, his silky robes against his dirty skin. He looked out the
window and looked at his father, the trademark silver blonde hair
falling in elegant wisps about his face, he gave Draco a curt nod.
Draco nodded back. A Malfoy never waved, showed any meaning of
affection, expression. It wasn't, as Lucius said, The Malfoy
Tradition. Malfoy's stayed strict to their rules and well-being, they
were quiet, sly, cunning, and elegant. Nobody suspects a Malfoy,
well.. usually.
Draco sighed heavily, slumping into the
nearest compartment, a bit startled to find a girl sitting there.
This was, anyways, his compartment, and no one else except Crabbe and
Goyle sat in here with Draco.
"What the bloody hell are
you doing in my compartment?" he spat, throwing her a furious
look. And as the royal Malfoy gave her this furious glance, he took
the chance to scan her.
She was different. And that was being
nice, to Draco's standards. She had skin the hue of a newly sunkissed
tan from somewhere exotic, and her hair was finely braided, spilling
in neat, tiny waves down her shoulders. Her slender legs were
crossed, to hold the large book in which she was reading. He
couldn't see the colour of her eyes, but to him, she was rather
appealing. Rather.. bookish, gangly, but she has curves... he noted.
His grey eyes fixated on her Slytherin crest on her robes, and the
green-and-black tie she wore about the collar of her blouse..... You
know what? She was familiar...
As he questioned her, she
looked up.
Her eyes were brown. A nice brown, for a brown,
that is.
"Who has pissed in your cornflakes, this
morning, Draco? Your peevish little house-elves, I'm supposing?"
she had a teasing grin and an arched brow, snapping her book shut and
uncrossing her legs, she leant forwards. She brushed her finger
beneath his chin, tilting his head up.
"Oh, you are cute.
I would of thought so..." she murmured.
"Dont -
touch - me," he snapped, pulling away quickly. He sneered at
her, but she could see the glint of curiousity in his goregeous grey
gaze. "Who are you, anyways? How do you know my name? Are you a
first year? How are you sorted already?"
She paused. "I'm
Cherrelle, but please, call me Cherrie. I know your name because I
have a tight aqquaintance with your father. Like you, I am a
pureblood. I am not a first year, but to be enrolled in your year,
the 6th. I am sorted, I visited Hogwarts early to risk humiliation.
My father is the new Defense Against Dark Arts professor. Professor
Campbell."
Draco quirked a brow, registering the
information slowly, but surely. "I see... I didn't figure you
for a first year, anyways..." his eyes
drifted from her eyes
to her breasts.
"Yes, well... if you can keep your
goddamn nosy self outta my buisness, I'm sure I may pay attention to
you more, Malfoy. I'd rather read now, if you didn't mind."
"Right..
whatever you want, Miss-I-Am-So-Perfect!" he sneered.
She
grinned, flashing her toothy whites. "Oh, Im so close to
perfect,its scary."
An hour passed by, and so did the
plump lady with the cart of treats. Cherrelle selectively chose a
small couldron cake, and ate it just as carefully. Draco watched as
her bites cut clean through the soft, chocolatey pastry, the way her
tounge flicked out to rim her lips,
getting rid of some
crumbs.
Crabbe and Goyle took their cue to amble in, loaded
with Pumpkin Pastries, Chocolate Frogs, Cauldron Cakes and all sorts
of fatty goods. Draco's eyes widened as Crabbe almost sat on the
unsuspecting girl. She soon took notice, and scootched over. She
finally looked up at the boys, her eyes bright, always accustoming
that flirty glint that hinted her as trouble, trouble, trouble. She
didn't even appear scared at the agahst sight of the Dumbass
Dunces.
"Hello, boys," she smiled, "I'm
Cherrelle, Cherrie, if you like. I'm new this year, but I'll be in
Slytherin.... I see you know Draco?"
Draco turned his
head, and he suddenly felt embarassed to have the oafs here.
"Yeah..
thass Crabbe," he motioned to the obese one, "and scrawny
little Goyle," he pointed to the scarecrow one, who shot her a
hopeful smile.
"Yeah... we know Draco... hes a real
fetchin' guy... all the girls wan' shag him, they does!" Goyle
chuckled, biting into a Pumpkin Pasty.
"Every girl, huh?
Well, I see we have something in common, Malfoy. We attract a sexual
crowd and down know how to keep our hands to ourselves!" she
laughed. It wasn't a forced sort of laugh, Draco noted. It was soft,
tinkling... it was, oh bloody hell, it was nice.
Draco gave a
sly grin.
"Yeah, except for bloody Potter. He has some
girls crooning over his gawky-self and he pushes the opportunites he
gets all away... him and his fancy on Granger
Mudblood.."
Cherrelle's eyes flashed, and she leaned
forwards. "Tell me more, about Potter, and his... crew."
Draco
grinned, and sat back. Relaxed, he started off with the day he made
Ron so furious he started chucking up slimy slugs. And Cherrelle, she
was intruiged.
The Great Hall was bustling with
amazing excitement. As Cherrelle took a seat alone, some Slytherin
boys got a look at her and scooted over, engaging in some
conversation, releived to actually have a pretty girl in their house.
It sure was a releif from looking at Pansy Parkinson's pug face.
Draco
scanned the table, and frowned to see that Cherrelle had taken his
usual crowd. He would have to settle this, wouldn't he? And as
Cherrelle threw Blaise Zabini a forced giggle, he shoved a scrawny
boy named Maragino to the side and sat beside Cherrelle.
"Ohh,
hiya Draco! You have a nice.. variety of friends!" she said,
looking at him with those alluring eyes.
For a bit, he got
lost in her gaze, they were waves of a bottomless ocean. Ocean Eyes.
He grinned. "Yeah, 'pose I do."
He was about to
launch into a story about how he shagged a Playwizard model that his
father had brought for a party, but Dumbledore had called the Hall to
attention, clearing his throat.
"Welcome back, students,
and teachers. I presume you've had an enjoyable, satisfactory holdiay
from the school, and I am sure you have many stories to tell.
But
I will be sure to tell you that we have a new D.A.D.A. teacher....
Professor Campbell..." he started, and beamed at a muscular,
black man, standing up in his silky black robes, addressing the Hall
with a flash of toothy whites, a broad grin.
As soon as that ceased, Dumbledore continued with the usual. No Forbbiden Forest, Corridor Wandering, Magic in the Hallways.. and such, until he came on a new subject.
"We have also, accomodated a new student.. in Slytherin. She is the daughter of our newly accepted D.A.D.A professor, and will be staying here for the rest of her years. She used to belong to Drumstrang, but has come here to be with her father. Please give warm welcomes to Cherrelle Campbell."
Cherrelle stood up, smoothly, and looked around the Hall, which yet again broke out in applaud across all the tables. She was sure to hear some cat-calls along some older Hogwarts Boys, and shes sure some of the.. different girls were eying her too. She gave everyne a sly, one sided grin, waving gently.
Draco, sitting sideways, spied a strip of tanned midriff, and got goosebumps as he examined the faint trace of abs beneath her skin. He
was startled as she sat down.
"Looking at something?" Cherrelle inquired, quirking a brow at him.
God, he was gorgeous. His blonde hair was windswept but still aqquired a dull sheen. She supposed it was going to be rather dull until it got its daily washing routine but nonetheless.. she grinned at him. His eyes were beautiful, too. Rimmed by kohl black lahes and pale skin, they stood out brilliantly. Her gaze fell apon his lips. They were pink, slightly curved upwards at the moment, sculpted and soft, by the looks. She'd have to kiss those sometime.
"No, none of your buisness, Cherrelle. Do they.. er.. train you, at Drumstrang? Do you know Krum?"
She threw him a quizzical look, with a hint of angst. "They do, yes. I did work out more than most of the females. And yes, I did know Krum. Lets say... I taught him a few things... and he taught me some in return. And let me tell you, the things I teach have nothing to do with Quidditch, Malfoy. Oh, and yes. ITS CHERRIE. Not Cherrelle, you nosy prat."
She sucked back some pumpkin juice from her goblet, that had just appeared, for the feast had begun. Draco flashed her a serious look. "I am not a prat Cherrelle. And youshould just shut up and eat. I'm bloody starving."
Cherrelle nodded in agreement and they both dug into their mashed potatoes, their stomachs grumbling in delight of being fed.
Now, as Draco lay in his bed, and he remembered why Cherrelle was familiar....
It was a family party, and he was down in their Dance Club. There was a variety of blaring lights, glowng sticks and glittering orbs levitating about the room.
He had seen her.
Cherrelle hung off the arm of his father, her body clad in a black minidress the hugged her body like a second skin. He could see her
small, perfectly cupped breasts, taut stomach, her gangly yet curvy legs. She was in that hormonous, clutz stage of her teenage years. But, she had that mischevious, teasing look underneath her elegance. Her hair was in a long ponytail, ringlets of dark hair.
His father seemed to like her, and more than a friendly glance was given to her as Lucius allowed her to move her hips steadily on her
own, dancing sultry-like, the lights and music absorbing into her. Narcissa, Draco's Mother, seemed to be eyeing her and her usband, and dragged him away to their bedroom, possibly in her pursue to prove she could do much more than an alluring 15-year-old.
Draco had neared her, mingling within the crowd. He spied her spine, her shoulders moved and sloped as she danced. He followed her flowing movements down to her ass, which was taking its part in grinding to the beat.
His cool, slender hands grasping her waist suddenly, startled her. But she took it calmly, as she always did, and slowly slid into him, their bodies pressed tightly together as his hips grinded slowly against her ass. He was hardening as she pressed herself harder and longer against him, and she could feel it, his loose black pants painfully tight as he strained against the material.. if they were anywhere but here, he'd rape her mercilessly, shagging her hard and long, as Malfoy's should.
But, if the lithe temptress was willing, it wasn't rape, was it?
They danced the same way all through the 3 hours, pressed tightly together, bodies rolling together and fitting like a perfectly,
new-found piece to a puzzle. Draco occasionally let his pale arms snake upwards, glowing eeriely blue and green shades as the elleptic lights flashed and blazed to the rythym of the music. His hands reached and cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples as their skin became lathered with sweat, their eyes clouded with lust. He even teased her more, if possbile, by dancing lithe, little kissed ligtly, like the scurry of a little mouse, over her neck, sucking at the spot beneath her ear, licking along her jawline.
She had hickeys for weeks, to prove his mischevious behaviour.
And all through it, they hadn't said a word. Their bodies spoke, translating their thoughts with pervy grabs at flesh and the light
trail of tounges apon slightly hot, flushed, sweaty skin.And as he slumbered lightly, Draco fondled his painfully throbbing manhood, straining for release.
He found that he exploded in his green silk pyjamas, imagining her breasts, bare and hard in his vision.
Cherrelle awoke early, and seeing it was the weekend, she threw on some butt-hugging jeans and a plain, v-neck top. She didn't go all-out with her clothes, but could barely decide what to wear. She run around half-naked, picking up and dropping things as she went, undecided as she spied a colourful new item to wear on her body.
Oh well, that was just Cherrelle. The same Cherrelle that danced to music in her Spiderman underwear for all the world to see, or rather, her girls dorm, getting a viligant and scared stare from Pansy. Laughing to herself, she applied her eyeline in a slight rush, creating a quite nice-looking messy effect, rigid around her brown eyes. She blinked. She hated her brown eyes. She took her wand to her temple and muttered an inchoerant curse, in which, turned her eyes a pale green.
Aha, evil woman! She chuckled inwardly at this, leaving her messy braids to settle to frame her face. She put on some cover-up to cover the sprinkle of light brown freckles that dusted her cheeks a little, and she hated those. No wait, despised them.
Checking is she looked aboslutely eatable, she walked out of the dorm quickly, tucking her notebook in her studded little black purse.
Beneath the prissy prom-queen was the troubled, depressed poet. Like any girl, she wished, longed, for love. Never had she found it, and possibly, she never would. That is what she thought. Biting her lip as she walked to the front doors to outside of Hogwarts, into the bright sunlight, she remembered what her dad told her once.
Men love you.
What that meant, she never used to know, but now she does. It meant she was bred, pure and straight, to tempt, tease, and well, breed. It was what every woman in her fathers side was meant to do, and so she suppose she was supposed to be the same.
When she was 14, she had let Lucius do many things to her. And as he cornered her in a steamy shower or placed his cold touch on her thighs as he thrust his prime manhood into her, she thought it was love.
She thought it was love when Lucius moaned softly in her ears, her name. Cherrelle, Cherrelle, Cherrelle. And yet, she knew it was wrong, but she soon felt herself melting in the masculine arms that carried her to his bedroom that first night.
His hair was falling like a blonde, silky mane around his face, his colder grey eyes that never seemed to melt, and his milky, pale skin.
She wanted to reach out and hold his face to her chest as he fucked her apon the silky bedsheets on which he slept. She wanted to make the ice in his eyes melt, to make his skin to match her warmth. But she
couldn't.
The wife knew after a while, and Lucius stopped giving her what she needed, and she was furious.
That was how she became the temptress she is now.
Looking around for someone to love her.
To hold her.
She wanted to melt the ice in somebody's eyes.
Then, there was Draco... they danced for hours together, that one night, right after his father had roughly screwed her in their royal
bathroom. They barely could do things now, so all they got was little quickies.
But
Draco...... so much like his father, and so much unlike him at the
same time. His cold grey eyes melted at the edges when he looked at
something he loved, truly. Like his mother, or his broom. His voice
had lost the sharp edge and grew soft, his touches gentle.
She
wanted him.
And as he encased her from behind with those arms,
she could feel his breath quickening against the skin of her
neck.
His touch made her shiver, made her tingle.
She
could have an orgasm just from the friction they had caused that
night, just from the touch of his hands, the wet touch of his tounge,
trailing on her sweaty, hot skin.
Between her legs, she felt
sensations again.
She would get Draco, sooner or later.
She
hoped...
Reclining underneath a nearby elm, she drew out her
quill and parchment, suckling at a sweet flower stem while she
thought.
And as if she clicked a light on in her head, her
hand flew across the parchment, her heart speaking through the
movements of her hand.
To be tucked away,
Safe in
the curve of your body,
tangled in the soft sheets,
lips
are soft,
your touches are caressing,
teasing
me,
making me moan,
into the darkness of the night,
As
we make love.
Lips meet,
tounges twisting in a
passionate kiss,
You rock me up and down,
slowly,
lovingly,
a finger teases up my spine,
making me
gasp,
at how soft...
how delicate you touch
me.
Another hand takes to my breasts,
feels the
texture,
rolls up and over,
pressing me closer,
together,
As
one.
She smiled at it, and hugged it to her chest. A soft
hum escaped her lips, and she felt happy again.
But the cold
voice, the sharp edge, it scared her.
"What are you
doing? Making friends with the parchment...?"
She wasn't
thinking, and shut her eyes tight. She had recently been thinking and
her mind was fooling her... She went rigid.
"Lucius?!"
she gasped, but turned her head. She opened her eyes, and she saw
Draco's startled look. "Oh, you."
Draco nodded, then
sat beside her. His frown was long, pulling his lips into a pout. He
was a sexy little pouter.
She laughed. Draco shivered. There
it was, that soft, bell-tinkling laugh. Ohh it got to him. He turned
to her, from teh parchment, to her eyes. "Why are they
green?"
"What - my eyes?" she asked.
"No,
your titties." he said, sarcastically, rolling his grey
eyes.
"Ohh. My eyes... aren't they nice?" she
inquired, smiling gently.
Draco smiled, faintly. He wanted to
suddenly reach out, trace her lips, that pretty smile. But then - her
eyes... no, they were pale, green, cold. They were so much like his
fathers. It scared him shitless. "They're horrible. Change them
back... Brown.. " he muttered, but loud enough so she could
hear.
He watched as she did the counter-curse. Suddenly, Draco
was lost in the bottomless ocean of brown.
"Ocean Eyes,"
he murmured, and chuckled.
Cherrelle looked confused. "What
the fuck?" she laughed, looking at him. If she was correct,
Draco was being nice.
She resisted the urge to straddle his
lap and kiss him all over, soft and nice, to melt his icy eyes. Right
now they faced her, stone cold,
clearly in them was her
reflection.
"Ocean eyes. You're eyes... they're, strange.
Bloody odd, thats what."
Ahh, Draco was trying to hide
his growing affection for the girl, and he replaced his tone with a
coldness that was bitter enough to turn the flowers brittle and old
and the lake before them covered in ice. Cherrelle trembled.
"You
speak so harshly, Draco. It scares me, it reminds me of your
father."
"What about my father? I know you two are
close" he spat.
"What? Umm.. no.." she blushed
furiously, her voice slurred, lost.
"Yeah, you two are
great fuck buddies. You cant help but moan so bloody loud, you stupid
slut." Immidiately he snapped back. He wished he hadn't said
that. He used to jack off on those nights, where he could watch
through the crack of his fathers bedroom.
"Fuck you,"
she whispered, not even looking up. "Fuck - you ."
That
cut him deep. She talked short, her words like a hot knife slicing
quickly through butter.
And as soon as she was there, she was
gone, to the castle.
Draco felt like he'd been slapped across
the face so hard he'd cry.
He clutched at his chest.
He
had heartburn.
"Bloody greasy fries yesterday..."
but really, Draco felt it was more than greasy deepfried fries served
for dinner.
Gently, he reached for the parchment she dropped,
and read the poem.
He read it over 5 more times, letting the
words sink in, settle and stay locked and hidden in the depth of his
cloaked heart.
And as he folded the poem up and let it drift
atop of the lake, he sighed. His grey eyes, if seen, had lost their
sharp, icy look. The ice
had melted, and Draco was feeling
curious, furious, and trapped. He was starting to like this strange
girl.
Her heart had ripped apart, torn by Draco's
harsh words. IM NOT A SLUT! she found herself saying in her mind.
But, in a way, she was. A decent one, if anything. Anytime she
thought of Draco, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt very clammy
and sweaty, fidgety, at times too. Sometimes she would catch her
gaze, and she felt as she was being thrown off a cliff, her heart in
her throat, her insides trembling. Loving someone, and wishing to be
loved back, was just something that had acheived by two people. Not
every love story has a happy ending, or in this case, a happy
starting. It took a minute to like someone, an hour to have a crush
on them, and a day to fall in love with them. But it took years to
let them go, to forget them. Cherrelle was suffering a severe case of
lovesick.
It was a friday, and Cherrelle just ambled out of
her father's D.A.D.A. class, and tested them on defeating their
deepest fears from a boggart.
When it was Cherrelle's turn,
the boggart formed into the earth. Darth and sunken, bare, with no
love tending to the flowers and grass and water that usually
surrounded the globe. It was empty, lonely.
For a while, she
stared at it, her thoughts focused on Draco, and she felt as though
her heart sprung another leak.
"RIDDIKULUS!" she
yelled at it.
The class burst out laughing.
The boggart
had changed into Malfoy, with an enormous, round head.
And as
Cherrelle made her way back to her seat, she caught Draco's eye. He
looked sad, angry, and confused. So to supple the feelings, he
sneered at her. "Filthy slut..." he whispered. Cherrelle
blinked, but looked away. Yet again, he had cut her insides open, her
heart straining to burst and bleed.
Her father, also looked
disappointed.
She felt rather distraught.
And now, as
she made her way back to the Common Room, her head was lowered, her
braided hair swinging forwards to shroud her sad features, and her
eyes were glazed over, wet, stuggling to become focused on the
cobblestone corridor floors.
"FUCK!" she heard
someone say, as she bumped into someone. Startled, she looked
up.
Potter. His hair was messed up, his bright green eyes were
shocked, yet vivid. He flushed.
"Language, language,
Potter..." she mused. Ah, just what she needed to mend a broken
heart. A little play toy to fool around with until she no longer felt
so low. She gave him direct eye contact, her lashes fluttering
slightly, as she cooed at him. "You are very handsome
though,
hun. I suppose some credit should be awarded to you for that...."
she brushed her hand against his.
Harry flushed, stammering.
His hands seemed to sweat themselves at her touch. She was too much
for him, he thought. Memory overload, sense overload... wow...
just... overload.
"Er... sorry... Cherrelle, right? I'm
... well... "
"Harry Potter?"
"Umm..
yeah, thats it..." he gave her a sheepish grin.
Cherrelle
stepped up, closer to him. She examined his flushed, soft skin, and
her eyes focused on his lips. They were nice. Just nice. She had to
kiss them, she needed some release.
"How about we go hang
out in the Room of Requirement, hmm?" she smirked, snatching his
hand, and leading him down the hall.
They arrived at the Room
quickly, and she opened it quickly, and it turned out to be a roomy
closet, less space, more friction.
She giggled, pressing
herself quickly onto him, kissing some exposed skin of his neck. He
was contaigous, and she wanted to catch just what he had.
"Er...
Cherrelle.. um..." Harry gasped, feeling his trousers tighten as
he grew hard, "I haven't done this before... I.."
"Just
let me lead the way, ok?" she looked up at him. He looked
doubtful. So she poured it on thick, and made a soft pouty look on
her
lips.
How could I resist? Harry thought, and shrugged,
throwing her a shy grin. "Okay.."
Cherrelle grinned,
but mentally noted to take it at a slow pace, at ease for fidgety
Potter.
Her lips were rushed, crazy little motions in the nook
of his neck and collarbone, but she didnt take time to pour false
love into those
kisses. As she slid her hands beneath his shirt to
feel around at his slender stomach, she looked directly at those nice
lips and placed a
kiss on them. Harry was startled, but started to
lean into it, catching on and opening his mouth so her tounge could
snake in, gently rolling against his own.
Her hips were
pressed hard against him, and she was hot and flushed, her clothes
slightly sticky on her skin.
Harry let out a surprised gasp as
her cool fingers slid very quickly beneath his boxers and trousers
and snatched at his manhood, fondling it gently before pulling down
his clothing. Harry blushed, as Cherrelle eyed his hard-on.
It
was average, and yet, it was very nice. Hard and thick, erect from
all of her teasing notions.
"Beautiful.." she
whispered to him.
Snatching his hands, she slid them beneath
her shirt and let them grasp her breasts with guidance. Harry
suddenly took control with that and carressed them carefully,
absolutely shocked and proud that he was actually touching breasts.
He shot her a more courageous, confident grin. She smiled faintly in
return. She only wanted him inside of her for release. No lovey-dovey
shit. Thats not what she needed.
Harry, noting that he wanted
to be shagged now or never, slid his hands beneath her skirt and
hurridly yanked down her thong, hoisting her up so her legs found
their way to lock around his torso, and without hesitation, he
thrust, and was inside of her.
Cherrelle locked her hands
around his neck and bounced herself downwards apon his manhood, which
was awkwardly thrusting into her. Harry was obviously trying to find
his rythym. Cherrelle stopped moving, until her grinned and
successfully found his rythtym, thrusting hard and slow, hard and
slow, hard and slow.
Her nails dug into his back as he pressed
her harder against the wall.
"Cmon, bitch, gimme some
pain!" she gasped, digging her nails deeper. She was releasing
her anger unto him, her lust and sorrow.
Harry shifted, and
thrust into her harder, no longer worrying about hurting her.
Although, he was quite afraid to actually cause her pain, and made a
very dog-like growl as she punctured his back with her nails. All he
wanted was to fucking shag her and cum, for godsakes. Not a friggen
torture chamber or bondage fuck.
Cherrelle frowned angrily at
him, and reached her head forwards as she felt him stiffen inside of
her, his pent-up liquids ready to release. And as he ejaculated into
her, she bit him tenderly, at first, on the flesh of his neck, then
harder, her teeth puncturing to cause blood.
"What - the
- fuck?!!" Harry gasped, tired out, he dropped her. She fell
with a gentle thud on the ground, and glared at him,
mischeviously.
Her lips beigned a evil grin, and she examined her nails before she
hoisted up her thong.
"I like pain. Sorry if I hurt
you... I really am..." she feigned a fake little expression that
was saved for sadness, and forgiveness.
"Its okay, it was
good. Could we do this again sometime?" Harry asked coyly,
buttoning his trousers.
He looked at her, as she muttered
"Sourgify" to clean up their mess and sort herself out.
"Maybe, Potter. Just keep this our little secret,
okay?"
She kissed his cheek, and was off.
The dance club in
Hogsmeade was filled with vibrant flashing colours out of nowhere,
charmed to make everything white or pale, glow. Hogwarts students
came here to settle on Friday nights and dance their energy away,
mingled in sweaty groups of swaying, rocking, bumping, grinding
bodies.
Cherrelle had arrived a little while ago, her ponytail
cascading in some ringlets. She was clad in a miniskirt with fishnet
tights, black
pumps on her feet and a skimpy little black tank
top. She looked good, and she knew it. That was the way she was, and
everyone was aware of her pompous pride.
She sat in a dark
corner, sipping a Magical Melody - a black substance that tasted
oddly like chocolate, with creamy vanilla Liquor mxed into it. She
cupped the glass, swirling the drink around inside, scenting the
sweel smell of the impure substance, before tilting it up to her
glossy pink lips and downing it all. All of it, in one shot.
Licking
her lips greedily, she cracked her knuckles, resisting temptaion to
get herself straight drunk and walk back to Hogwarts all
tipsy and
sick. But, she followed her rules. Drowning myself in sorrow leads to
no tommorow. But... she was thinking. What if she didnt want to wake
up the next day? See the sunshine? What if she didn't want to be the
person she was? She bit her lower lip. She would die soon, she knew
it. But it was a secret. She sometimes even kept it a secret to
herself. She didn't want to die so young....
Taking out her
parchment, she blocked out the blaring music for a few moments to
scribble out her feelings apon the paper. Which always helped.
I
know you dont love me anymore
as soon as you fell in love with
me
you stumbled and tripped
until you could stand
again.
I wish you loved me
I wish you would take the
cool blade of a knife
off the bedside table
as you made
false love to me
and stab me softly
my moans dripping
away
bloody tears replacing them
as you ended my
pain.
I want you to hold me as I bleed
my
heartbeat fading
as i look apon the lips I have kissed
look
into the eyes I lost myself so easily in
but your eyes are
confused
they are cold
I wish they would melt
I
wish they would love me again.
Bury me beneath
some
flower-dotted feild
of red, blues, whites, and yellows
lost
in the seas of grass
press the disturbed earth back over
me
softly, gently
and lay next to my grave.
Look
up at the sky
and amongst the clouds
you will see the
eyes
that you once loved
and maybe
just
maybe
you would fall back in love with me again.
Sitting
back, Cherrelle admired her work, running her fingers over it
gently.
"Having an orgasmic moment with your paper
again?" a familiar voice cooed. The voice was like calming waves
in her ears, that splashed up her spine, tingling her skin, dousing
her in the cold liquid. Her heart skipped a beat.
Draco.
Tucking
the parchment away, she shot him a lazy grin. Not replying, she
sighed, turning to gaze at Potter, with a curly redhead. They were
into the music, Harry carefully pressing his hips into hers as their
exposed skin touched. He now aqquired a new confidence. Cherrelle
smiled, remembering the closet. Ever since she fucked him, Harry was
on top of the world, without drugs.
"You fucked Potter,
didn't you?" the voice drawled again. He had made himself a seat
beside her, an arm swinging silently to the beat of the music.
Cherrelle turned and observed him again. He had on some loose black
pants, and a loose fitting, button up shirt. His hair was falling
gracefully into his eyes, and as she saw the lights flash, she
grinned at the new aqquired sheen in the silvery blonde hair. It had
finally received its shower. She paused at his eyes. They were so
cold, so much like his father's, and she shivered. She looked
away.
"So what if I fucked Potter?" she replied,
softly. She was still eying him, Harry was running his tounge down
the redhead's chest, his hands groping her.
Draco made a
little snort. A cute snort, Cherrelle decided, grinning to herself.
"Potter has now shagged all of his fan club. You gave him that
confidence. I also see the way he looks at you... as if he's
picturing you naked, as if..." he traile off. Cherrelle could
see the rage, the jealousy that was now embedded in his icy
eyes.
"You aren't jealous, are you? I mean, not too
jealous to dance with me?"
Draco looked at her. He did
not smile, nor show emotion. He couldn't reveal just how eager and
happy he was that she had asked. So, he nodded.
But unlike
himself, he was the one who instantly grabbed her hand and dragged
her to the dance floor, where he brought her to a darker corner. He
pressed himself hard against her as the music hieghtened, to a new
hip-hop beat, pumping and vibrating through Cherrelle's body, which
started to snake and roll up against him. He was being rather
forceful, and greedy, somehow knowing that Harry would be looking
over sometime. But it wasn't just that. Cherrelle was his, and he
wanted no one to love her or like her more than he did. Then he would
go ballistic.
Draco pressed his pelvis tightly against her
body, his hands lowering and rubbing her lower back, some fingers
inching beneath her skirt to snatch gently at her thong straps. His
eyes went from her ocean eyes, to her mouth, which was slightly
agape, her pink tounge sliding outwards to lick her upper lip. God,
she was beautiful. Looking lower, he spied that there was no bra
beneath the skimpy top, and her breasts bounced gently against his
chest as she grinded herself closer to him, sliding a leg between his
so she could straddle one of his thighs, and settle her head near his
neck.
Gently, she began to suck gently at the flesh of his
neck, nibbling just a bit, for a playful quirk. She shivered from
head to toe, feeling
a power over him as he actually groaned in
lustrous pleasure, and his grip snatched firmly at her top, banging
his hips against her hard,
really hard. He felt like he could
really fuck her right here, grinning into her beautiful brwon eyes
that reflected the lights in the club,
his fingers, his hands,
touching, feeling her skin.
Cherrelle raised her head, and looked at Draco's eyes. They reflected her, and were glazed over with a fresh look of lust. Not love. Yet
again, she could see the coldness in his eyes.
She wanted to releive his shrouded self, and she raised her hand, as they rocked backwards, forwards, mashing and grinding their hips and bodies together, lost in the crazy beat of the music.
She pressed her lips hungrily against his, seeking his tounge as she ran her own across his bottom lip. He leant deeply into the kiss, his
hands grasping her ass tightly as she opened her lips and he slid his tounge into her warm mouth.
And as they kissed, dancing dirtily in the dimmed corner, Cherrelle felt it. Her heart skipped several beats, and as his lips tenderly
rubbed against hers, she knew he loved her. She knew by the way he slowed their sexy, fucking beat, his hips now gently sliding and
swaying with hers, his hands sliding from her ass and embracing her around her lower back.
As she pulled away, for breath, she looked at him, very quickly. His eyes had flashed a soft, gentle gray for several seconds, before they hardened into ice.
He eyed her, her face flushed and red, odd on her tanned skin. He brushed away some make-up, and spied a gentle sprinkle of freckles
dusted on her cheeks. He laughed, really soft-like, his grip loosening on her slowly, as if he never wanted to let her go, he was afraid she'd drift away, like a helium balloon.
"Want to start heading back to Hogwarts? Early?" Draco asked.
Cherrelle caught what he was suggesting to her. She wanted to make love to him. "I do."
Grasping his hand, their fingers interlaced and they strode out of the club, into the cool night.Draco gently lay Cherrelle apon his silky green sheets, lay perfectly made apon his four poster bed. He snappily drew the curtains around the bed, conveniencing them privacy, although everyone was still away partying.
For moments, they lay there, breathing heavily, numb from the cool air outside. Cherrelle pressed onto him, her eyes clouded with a sexual hunger, and Draco could sense the tension. He really wanted to fuck her brains out, right here, right now, but he also wanted to be gentle with this beautiful creature. He wanted to love her.
"Cherrelle..." he started.
She roused from her gentle slumber, blinking at him. "Yes?" her voice was soft, and she touched his face. "What is it?"
"I love your eyes..." he murmured, kissing her cheeks, beneath each brown eye, her lashes tickling his own as he did so. "No.. I love your skin..." he touched her, softly. "It reminds me of the iced cappuchino's I'd drink on a hot summer day. I also love your freckles.
Don't hide them. They give you an innocence that nobody has ever seen. I...." he seemed stuck on this one, choking on his words, the words that never left his mouth. Never. Not even to his own parents. "I love you."
Cherrelle grasped this with her mind, locking those words into the vault of her heart. And as if this was a password to heal her wounds, the pain stopped. She reached out, and made him look at her straight in his eyes. They were still frozen, yet they carried a look of hope. Hope that she would return the favour. Tell him she loved him. Oh please, please, love me... he thought, his mind racing, heart thumping wildly.
"I love you too, Draco." and she meant it. She loved him more than love itself. More than the maraschino cherry that would sit so temptingly apon her sundae, more than seeing the first star on the velvety midnight sky, more than writing her poetry, underneath the elm tree. She would rather spend a short life loving someone, then living a short life in long, lonely nights. She'd rather love him, let time pass by and result in her death. She wanted to die a happy girl.... a happy girl who died because of cancer. She had, all her life, wished for these words more than anything else. She wanted to make love to someone, not fuck for fun.
"I want to make love to you, Cherrelle," Draco whispered, looking directly into her eyes. He shivered. Her eyes were drawing him in,
making him.. melt.
Cherrelle looked at him, smiling softly but surely, as she watched his eyes grow soft. The ice was gone, replaced by love, respect, and
generosity. Something nobody saw in a Malfoy. Cherrelle felt gifted to see this.
She kissed him. Her lips danced lithe kisses down his jawline, before she met his earlobe, on which she sucked into her mouth and nibbled on gently. Her lips then brushed against silky wisps of white-blonde hair before his ear. "Make love to me..." she whispered. No, it wasnt a whisper, it was a moan.
Draco immidiately went hard. He bit his lip gently, getting shivers at the way she moaned so longingly into his ear. It caused him to think... very splendid thoughts. He slid his finger beneath the strap of her top, grinning as he spotted her skin tremble. Softly, he removed the top. He did this slowly, too, kissing the new inches of flat stomach that was exposed as he pulled her shirt up. As soon as it was fully removed, he pulled himself over her, kissing right between her breasts. She tilted her head back, her breasts rising as she arched her back, encouraging him to taste her.
He needed no encouragement. He slid his tounge up one of her breasts, suckling gently on her hard nipples, his other hand grasping
Cherrelle's other breast, pinching her nipple playfully between his index finger and thumb.
He grew steadily harder as he heard her long, purring moans, her hands running through his hair every minute or so, her body shivering all over, filled to the brim with pleasure, delight.
"Draco... stop... you're gonna make me... ohh... please...!" Cherrelle gasped, as she suddenly felt Draco's fingers slide past her thong and fishnet tights, three fingers plunging into her. She made a girlish sigh as he pumped her hard, and fast, feeding his first movements
through his long fingers.
He
explored her insides, wanting to make her climax as much times as he
possibly could. He warily entered another finger. Hearing her soft
groans, he could tell she was loving it.
He soon felt her body
go slightly rigid, and she came, her legs trembling as he slid his
fingers from her very wet opening, his lips
kissing the insides of
her thighs.
Now, he lay down beneath her, Cherrelle straddling his hips, his hard-on right before her, ready to be swallowed up into her pussy. But she was a natural tease, taking her time with suckling at his own nipples, biting playfully, getting a stangled groan from Draco.
"That
hurt.." he whimpered.
"Sorry, my pretty boy,"
she teased, laughing softly as she kissed his nipples. "All
better..."
Draco laughed. His eyes were still gentle,
soft, exploring her body before she positioned herself over
him.
"Take me, Draco. Now.." she moaned, her hands
intertwined with his, as he shifted his hips.
He
thrusted.
She exploded into a gentle fit of fresh moans, her
eyes never tearing away from their gaze. She waited until they
created their own rythym. He thrust into her, long and gentle,
staying put for a moment before pulling back out and thrusting into
her again. He loved the way her breasts bounced, when she pushed her
body against his.
Cherrelle, on the other hand, never
experienced sex this good. It seemed their love for each other made
it all different. The way they
locked eyes every other minute, or
when she'd lean over and kiss his beautiful lips.
When her
eyes weren't lost in his, they traveled lower, her fingers tracing
his pelvis, softly brushing over hardly visible silvery blonde
pubic
hairs. They were there, but if not aqquiring their slight sheen in
the moonlight, they were hardly noticeable.
She moaned softly
as he quickened the pace, just as she finished fondling his navel, an
inny, as hers was, too. His skin, in the
moonlight, was milkier
than usual, their white hue exaggerated by the soft blue light.
She
leant forwards once again, Draco arching his back to slide into her,
harder. His eyes fixated on hers, the way the light created
shadows,
dancing across her face, the moon reflected in her eyes. He moaned
into her mouth, as they kissed, lips locked, tounges snaking against
each other slowly, their bodies trembling, shivering with pleasure as
they were united as one with every thrust of his hips.
Draco
grasped her hand tightly, starting to shift to another rythym. He
wanted to climax soon, and he was almost there. He wanted both of
them to release at the same time, share the experience.
Cherrelle
tightly returned her grip on his hand, leaning back up as she allowed
herself to rock into the harder, faster rythym. Her moans soon
returned to their heightened tone, heavy and long. Untwining her
fingers out of his, she ran her hands along teh muscles of his creamy
abdomen, sliding up to his collarbone, she raked her fingernails
lightly down, causing Draco to shudder.
He was about to cum...
and she felt her body respond, going slightly rigid again. "I
love you." he whispered, and they both climaxed at the same
time, beneath the moon, cradled into one another.
Cherrelle
allowed him to slide out of her, his eyes gentle as she slid beside
him. "I love you, too," she grinned, and pulled her naked
form close to him, while Draco slid his silky sheets over them to
encase them together, legs and arms, hands and fingers, intwined with
each other, as he watched her grow silent, her ocean eyes closing
slowly, she fell asleep.
Kissing her, he lay his head on the
pillow, taking himself into the realm of dreams by listening to her
soft breaths of slumber.
Days passed, forming into
weeks, forming into months. Cherrelle decided that she would never
tell Draco that she had cancer, and that there was a great chance she
may not survive if the next operation was a success.
And as
she got back to the Slytherin Common Room, she was slumbling
slightly, she collapsed into the nearest armchair. Her father knew,
her mother knew, her family knew. They only wanted for her happiness.
The operation, sadly, wasn't a success. She would die. Nobody knew
when, but the doctor estimated a span of a month or so. But she felt
like she was dying today.
' She let the tears trickle down her
cheeks as she thought of never seeing Draco again. She acheived her
goal of giving and receiving love, but now she could not keep it. It
was like trying to contain water in open palms. It was impossible.
Her life was trickling away just as she sat there, the tears never
ceasing to stop.
Until she heard his voice.
"Cherrelle?
Are you okay?" Draco's voice started out harsh, but softened
when he saw there was no one around to witness his
affectionate
side.
She sat up, looking at him. Draco was confused. Her
ocean eyes were tired, skin pale, her voice shallow. What was wrong?
He knelt next to her, kissing her hand. Running his hands up and down
her legs, he looked up into her eyes. He no longer could drown
himself in those brown eyes. They had grown shallow.
Over the
weeks, he had done everything to satisfy her. He made love to her
when she needed it, either in the comfort of his own bed, or
somewhere secretive. He owled her blood-red roses every single day,
and he found himself lost without hearing her voice, if she was not
there to stable him, he was permenantly a drunken stupor.
They
took hot showers together in the Prefect Bathrooms, their bodies
lathered with soap, slippery and wet as they groped, touched, kissed,
beneath the droplets of steamy water.
For him, life was
perfect.
But what about Cherrelle?
She seemed happy...
but he couldn't sense what was wrong.
"Cherrelle? Whats
wrong.. please, please tell me..." he murmured, tightening his
grip on her hand. He wanted to know the truth.
She looked at
him, grinned tiredly, but softly, into his gentle, gray eyes. Those
eyes had softened only for her, and she appreciated that. She loved
him, more than love itself. She was dying for him, and if she wasn't,
she would die for him in a second.
"Make love to me."
was all she said. She wanted to grasp every moment with him, before
her life was snatched away from her, into the greedy hands of
God.
"What?" he replied softly. This didn't tell him
what was wrong.
"Mak love to me, Draco," she
whispered, touching his hand gently. "Please."
Draco
looked her over, and nodded solemly.
He took her hand.
They
made love in his bed once more, their bodies sweaty and hot, but it
was perfect. Cherrelle had 3 bodyrocking orgasmsm, her nails gently
digging into his skin as he held her beneath him, climaxing as he
looked into her eyes. Those tired, lovely eyes.
They both
moaned softly, as they seperated, Draco pulling out.
He kissed
her. It was pleasant, passionate, unpracticed.
She pulled away
for breath.
"Have you ever made love in the ocean?"
she asked.
Draco shook his hand, tucking her braids behind one
ear. "No, I haven't."
"Well, lets pretend this
is the last time you'll ever see me again. We are at the beach, our
bodies partially in the ocean. I have to go away somewhere, and it
will be our last time together," she whispered. She saw his eyes
widen, his eyes growing slightly cold,sad.
"Just
pretend..." she added hopefully, wistfully.
"Okay,
we will. I will pretend, for you."
"I love you,
Draco. Do you truly love me? If we were of age, would you be with me
forever? Would you?" she whispered, words choked. She felt the
tears begging to escape.
"I would be with you forever, in
a heartbeat." he replied. "Actually, we are going to be
together, forever. We'll get married... have kids... live in a lovely
Manor. It will be perfect," he murmured into her ear as he
pressed himself back inside of her, his hands carressing her face,
her neck, her cheeks. He saw a tiny tear trickle down her cheek. He
kissed it away.
"Yes, it will be perfect." she
whispered. Only she knew that would never happen.
Draco now
situationed himself in the ocean scene, his heart pounding furiously.
The last time? Well, I must grasp this.
He lowered his head,
kissing her lips, then down her jawline, suckling beneath her ear. He
pounded her harder, hips meeting with every frantic thrust, and his
love was lost in her fresh moans.
His tounge drew a line down
her neck, stopping to suckle and kiss a little, before his lips made
their way down her her breasts.
Draco's mouth suckled on her
hard nipples, hands lightly grazing her skin, tickling her as they
mad theyr way up and down her trembling stomach, also keeping his
thrusting rythym, grasping her hips briefly as he made love to
her.
"I love you, so much." he told her, looking up
into her eyes, which for a moment, shifted into those bottomless
oceans, the ones Draco had found himself falling in love with.
Her
eyes stayed that way as Draco reached his peak, releasing inside of
her. Her hands firmly gripped onto him, she didn't want to let go,
not now, not ever. It wasn't fair! Life is never fair to her.
"I
love you too, baby," she kissed his forehead, and they both
sank into the pillows, clutching each other as they both fell
asleep.
Things were fine for weeks. But on the last
week of the month, Draco was rushing around the castle, his claok
billowing behind him as he stode swiftly through all the corridors.
Where the hell could Cherrelle possibly be?
He saw her
earlier, in her father's classroom. She had caught his eye, smiling
rather sadly, waving at him.
And so there is where he
went.
Her father was sitting at his desk, dressed in Muggle
clothes, his fingers rubbing at his temples. He didn't see Draco
stide in, and was
rather surprised to hear his shaky, furious
voice. Draco stuggled to keep it calm.
"Where is she?
Professor?" he said, wringing his hands, shifting impatiently on
the spot.
Her father turned. "Please, call me Micheal...
you're her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, correct?"
"Yes,
I am. Where is she?"
"Shes... didn't she tell you?
She sent her last wishes to everyone already."
"What?
WHERE IS SHE!?" he couldn't control his anger. When he wasn't
told something, he got furious, aggitated.
"Shes at
St.Mungos."
"WHY?"
"She has
cancer."
"She never told me that.... is she getting
it treated? IS SHE ALRIGHT?"
Her father shook his head.
His eyes were sad.
"Shes dying."
There was
silence. Draco would not cry, not here. Shes dying....
"I'm
leaving for the hospital now. You should come, she would die happy if
you were there, I know it. You've been so good to her..."
Draco
swallowed, but didn't speak. He only nodded, indicating that he
wanted to go to St.Mungo's along with Professor Campbell.
They
arrived there shortly. Draco grasped her fathers hand as he Apparated
to her room.
She was laying in the only bed there, flowers and
notes and cards on her beside table. The curtains were drawn, and
Professor Campbell pushed Draco forwards.
"Go see
her."
Draco stumbled forwards. He was numb. This wasn't
possible. This was the girl he wanted to be with forever! How was
this bloody fair to him?
He stepped in and drew the curtains
again.
Cherrelle lay there, breathing shallow, her chest
rising and falling as she slumbered. No, dont sleep... stay awake for
me... dont go... Draco thought. The tears were battling against him
now, daring him to let them fall.
And they did.
Pearly
little tears, escaping from his eyes, splashing on her white
bedsheets. "Cherrelle..." he choked.
His upperbody
shook, collapsing with sobs.
Cherrelle weakly turned her head.
She gave him a soft, sad smile. Her eyes were shallow, dimmed, dark.
She was losing her battle to stay alive. Draco was losing his
love.
"My baby... you came.." she whispered.
Draco
slid next to her on the bed, cradling her. He was still crying, the
tears falling all over her, dripping pearls of sorrow sinking
into
her clothes, making them damp.
"I love you, too. I'm always here, baby. In a way, I'll never leave.... I will be the soft rainshower on a sunny day, the bumblebee resting on a pretty flower. I will be the first star in the sky. I will be here..." she whispered. Her voice was soft, low, cracking slightly. She
stretched her pals over his chest. His heartbeat was quick, frantic. "I will be in your heart."
Draco sobbed, clutching onto her. He breathed in her scent. She smelled of honey and cinammon, and slightly like laundry detergent. He smiled softly, as he ran his hands through her braided hair, as he looked longingly into her eyes, her lips. He was afraid to kiss her, afraid he would be taking away her last breaths. She seemed to read his mind.
"Please, you can kiss me."
Draco did, pressing his lips gently against hers, their tounges sliding together, mouths locking. Draco poured his soul into the kiss, his
firey, passionate love for her. He loved this girl so much. He would never deny it.
And as they pulled away, she held onto him, her strength waning.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
"I will never forget you, Draco."
"Neither will I. NEVER."
"Just remember, I will always be there."
"Yes, I will remember."
"Please, I must see my father... I am losing my battle for life... I'm going..."
Draco kissed her again. She felt so cold, so unreal.
"Okay."
Her father came forwards, and Draco left.
They were talking, her father was crying. God, that girl seemed to make many people cry. Not on purpose, she was just so... oh god, he couldn't explain.
His heart was in his throat, and he felt like this was a dream. It wasn't.
And as her father came out of the room, he was still crying. His cheeks were shining with tears. Draco shivered. He was scared. Those words were going to haunt him forever.
"Draco, shes gone."
a/n well this is the longest story I have so far I hope you like because I think its crap but I have had complements from my friends about my rough drafts so I think it may be good enough for here well thanx to my cherrie babie ur my inspiration
