Use Somebody
Disclaimer: Of course, I do not own any characters, places, or anything else from the Harry Potter series.
A/N: Well, I honestly can't tell you where this fic came from. My original intention was to write a Harry/OFC but somewhere in the planning period for the story I ended up obsessed with Draco and this became more about him (though Harry should still play a somewhat significant role a bit later), and it became much more of a love story than I really wanted. The new concept seemed to have a mind of its own and ran off without me, leaving me struggling just to get it all into words, usually a sign that I'm doing something right. I hope. Most of all I wanted to try to make this fic emotionally and sexually realistic (realistic for me, anyhow) because I'm sick of reading fics that are like Harlequin romance novels, with these perfect, happy love stories. Anyway, I hope someone can enjoy this. Oh, and one last thing, three particular Kings of Leon songs were absolutely invaluable in my writing of this: "Sex On Fire," "Use Somebody," and "Closer." So, if you're a Kings of Leon fan, maybe that will give you a good idea of the atmosphere I was going for here.
Normally I wouldn't even bother to reiterate this, but seeing as how I actually start this whole thing off with a sex scene, and because I'm posting it here rather than adultfanfiction, I feel kind of obligated to. This fic is rated M for language and strong sexuality.
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy stared up into the dark green eyes of the woman sitting astride him, watching her thick black hair falling in her face before she slowly, sensually shook her head to toss the hair aside. Her fingernails scraped down his pale, solidly muscled chest and he moaned deeply, throwing his head back against the pillow. The sounds escaping her lips were almost animalistic. He knew that meant that she was still trying to find the right pace, the right spot, the right angle. He didn't care at the moment because anything she did felt fucking great.
Elysia Waldgrave bit her lip so hard she thought she'd taste blood any second. She didn't, and that almost made her angrier. She literally growled. This wasn't working… She'd been fucking Draco for two years and by now they could practically read each other's minds. Sex had been perfected. Usually there was no struggle, usually everything was immediate, but today…it was just one of those days…
"Draco!" she cried fitfully, slamming her fists on his chest.
"Okay, okay…you need me on top?" he asked, his breath labored, sliding a hand through his messy hair.
"No…just…maybe if you move your legs a little…"
Elysia adjusted his legs so that his knees were closer to her back and she could lean against them, giving her more leverage and support. She readjusted her own legs and started her rhythm back up again.
"Uhhh…"
"Better?" Draco murmured thinly, his breath already gone.
"Yeah," Elysia breathed in reply. "Oh, god…"
Draco smiled, watching her face. He moaned and thrust his hips up to meet hers, quickly catching up to her pace.
"God…FUCK! Uhh…that's fucking perfect…" she moaned.
Draco slid his hands over her thighs, slipping one between them, his fingers immediately finding her clit, while his other hand moved up her body. Her back was arched, her hands anchored on his legs for support, her breasts moving beautifully as she fucked him, her head thrown back so far he could feel the tips of her long hair tickling his thighs.
"You close?" Draco asked, gasping for air.
"Yeah, you?"
Draco bit his lip and grunted in confirmation. A few more hard thrusts and he could feel Elysia's legs shaking just before he felt her tighten around his cock, screaming his name and making him come, digging his fingernails into her thighs as he did and letting out a loud, deep groan.
"Oh my fucking god," she sighed, collapsing onto his chest, her long hair spraying out around her.
Draco could say nothing, only take deep breaths and wrap his arms around Elysia, stroking her hair slowly with one hand. Elysia let her eyes close, promising herself she wouldn't fall asleep. She focused on matching Draco's breathing. After a while he stopped playing with her hair and simply lay his arms across her, one just below her arm and the other on her hip. She lay half on-top of him, one arm next to his body, between her and the bed, and the other across his chest. Even though she'd never been one for romance, these were precious moments. Even she, the supreme cynic, could not deny the way her body fit with Draco's, as though their bodies were each made for the other's. They fit together like a puzzle. At least in bed.
Elysia started fucking Draco when he was a fourth-year, she was a fifth. That was two years ago. She was his first. He wasn't her first and he wouldn't be her last, but he was certainly her most frequent. Now they shared a strange bond. Whether Draco felt it the same as she did or whether he thought it something more conventional, such as that horrid "l" word, she didn't know. It started simply because he was the only guy who had ever come back for seconds. Elysia wasn't sure how it happened but somehow her entire sexual history, save Draco, consisted of 'one night stands.' She had never had an honest-to-god boyfriend in her entire life, but Draco was about the closest thing. Draco seemed the only person in the entire world able to find her presence agreeable for longer than whatever length of time it took to fuck her. The only one to brave the labyrinth of her emotions and the enigma that was her very nature. She supposed, were she a different person, that could be grounds for love. As it were, nothing was grounds for love.
"Think we should get to lunch?" Draco asked amiably.
Elysia didn't care. The whole world could go fuck off and die, but Draco was the only person she would actually take the time to tell something other than what she really thought, if for nothing than the sake of tact. Anyone else, she couldn't be bothered to censor herself.
"I guess."
"Come on," Draco coaxed, a strange paternity coming out, as it usually did when he was around her.
Draco dressed while Elysia pulled the covers over her head. Draco lifted the sheet and ducked his head under, meeting her in her shelter. He climbed back on the bed to get close enough to kiss her.
"C'mon, let's go," he coaxed again, laughter lightening his deep voice.
Finally, he yanked the sheet off of her and helped her dress, the two stopping every few seconds for a kiss. Eventually the dreaded event of putting clothes back on, especially annoying with all the required layers of Hogwarts uniform, was complete and the two made their way down the stairs from the dorms, through the empty Slytherin common room, and toward the Great Hall.
When Elysia and Draco entered the Great Hall for what remained of the lunch period, they were greeted by an array of catcalls from the Slytherin table. Draco rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless. Attention was attention to Draco, he would never discriminate when it came to being front and center. Elysia, however, looked as though she could very well kill the lot of them. Draco held back laughter when he saw Elysia take a place next to Pansy Parkinson. He adored her for the times when, even through her fierce rage and annoyance at her fellow students, she could still keep her sense of humor.
"All know where you two 'ave been," Pansy remarked, jealousy and resentment tainting her every syllable.
Elysia sat reversed in her seat, her back against the edge of the table and her elbows resting on it. She tilted her head back and inclined it slightly in Pansy's direction, no doubt for just long enough to give the girl a nasty look, before letting her gaze wander around the Hall.
"Yeah, I know, right? It's so surprising. We totally haven't been doing it for two goddamn years," Elysia drawled, sounding bored out of her mind.
Her words were dripping so much vitriol they even sent a shiver through Draco. His eyes ran over her body, stretched out across the bench and table. This, her usual sitting position, always looked to him as though she were constantly showcasing her body for him. He licked his lips and for a second forgot about reminding himself to watch the hurt wash over Pansy's face. The only thought on his mind now was that they never should have left the dorm because he just wanted to take Elysia again.
Partly because he vaguely remembered Pansy's presence and partly because Elysia was giving him a hard-on again, Draco slipped a hand to the back of Elysia's neck, his thumb brushing her earlobe as he tilted her head toward his and shoved his lips against hers, immediately slipping his tongue into her mouth.
Pansy murmured something that was probably an indication of anger, grabbing her plate from the table and storming off to sit with a group of Ravenclaw girls. Elysia and Draco parted to watch her walk off and revel slightly in their victory.
"Well, our work here is done," Elysia sighed, her voice flat as she went back to surveying the students in the Hall.
"You know you feel better," Draco coaxed, noting her lack of enthusiasm.
"I'll feel better when I finally get to kill that bitch," her voice still sounded bored.
"Jealous?" Draco teased.
"You haven't even fucked Parkinson yet. What is it that you propose I have to be jealous of? Her figure?" The tiniest of smirks pulled ever-so-slightly at the corner of Elysia's lips.
"Ah!" Draco pointed at the slight movement of her mouth.
Elysia rolled her eyes. "Stop, Draco," she sighed.
Draco leaned closer to her, his breath tickling her neck seductively, cupping her chin slightly and brushing the tip of his thumb along her jaw.
"Can you blame me, I want to see you smile?"
"You make me smile plenty, Draco. I think you'll live."
Draco dropped his hand away from her, sighing his resignation and scavenging the remains of food on the table.
"You should eat something."
"Is that concern, Draco?" Elysia mocked, still not looking at anyone in particular, her eyes roaming aimlessly with no target.
"From me? Never." Draco's sarcasm was disdainful and annoyed now rather than playful.
Draco never dealt well with a cold shoulder. Most of the time Elysia couldn't really make herself care. She never dealt well with clinginess or coddling. Suddenly her eyes found something remarkable. She cocked an eyebrow and nibbled slightly on her bottom lip. She rolled the idea around in her mind and decided that she liked it. Her eyes slowly appraised her target. No one could ever really size another up, covered in those damn robes, but nevertheless she liked what she saw. The boy she remembered had grown into an impressive man, there was no doubt. Just the size of his now-broad shoulders was beginning to turn her on, the thought of how the muscles would feel under her fingers. Not to mention his unruly but soft-looking black hair, his bright, almost unsettling eyes, his strong, squared jaw…Elysia crossed her legs hastily and fidgeted a little in her seat.
As usual, Draco sensed her shift in mood. He looked at her and she quickly shifted her gaze elsewhere. But Draco was too smart for that. He turned to take a look in the direction of her previous stare. And he did not at all like what he found. Draco suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to hit Elysia very hard, something he had never done before and she had never pushed him into feeling before.
"Potter?!" he hissed, "you're insane."
For the first time since they'd been in the Great Hall, Elysia looked Draco square in the eyes.
"I really don't think this has anything to do with you," Elysia informed him, clearly, calmly, and evenly, before standing and exiting the Hall.
Draco seethed, gritting his teeth so that his jaw clenched tightly. Were Elysia to see him she would have admired the way his rage made his features so poignant, his high cheekbones and angular jaw looking statuesque. Draco watched her leave the Hall, her infinitely confident stride and the way her robe fluttered behind her. He watched her until she disappeared beyond the large doors of the Hall and out of his sight. Then Draco turned his gaze to Potter, sitting with Granger and Weasley at the Gryffindor table. Draco's fury boiled to a level he could barely control. His relationship with Elysia had never been monogamous, nor had either of them ever fooled themselves into thinking it would be, but Potter... Anyone but him and Draco wouldn't give a damn. Draco would kill Potter before he let Elysia get to him. Hell, he'd kill her before he let her get to Potter. Draco knew Elysia well and he knew exactly what she was doing, and regardless of all the ways he knew she would brush off his concern, his jealousy, his possessiveness; Draco would do whatever it took to keep her away from Harry Potter.
"Harry!" Ron hissed with a strange urgency, interrupting Hermione mid-sentence, no longer listening to her long-winded rant concerning the homework she'd been assigned in Ancient Runes anyhow.
"Ron?" Harry replied, a twinge of a laugh in his voice. He, who, strangely enough, actually had been listening to Hermione's woes, gave her an apologetic look, which she shrugged off good-naturedly.
"Elysia Waldgrave is staring at you," Ron pressed, if possible, with even more urgency, retaining his whispery hiss.
"Who?" Harry started to turn to look behind him.
"Don't turn around!" Ron hissed again, almost angrily, grabbing Harry's arm.
Harry laughed awkwardly in bewilderment.
"He's right, Harry," Hermione confirmed, her voice disturbingly cautionary.
"Who are you talking about?" Harry asked, surprised by the sound of his friends' voices and tired of their vagueness.
"Elysia Waldgrave. She's a seventh-year from Slytherin. She has…quite a reputation, Harry. And not a very good one at that," Hermione informed him, still cautionary. "I'd advise you to be careful, should you ever come in contact with her."
Harry was about to ask how he could use Hermione's caution if he hadn't even seen what this girl looked like, but Ron's rebuttal trampled Harry's inquiry.
"Oh, come off it, Hermione," Ron snapped, seeming to have a different opinion of the girl in question. "I say you're lucky, Harry. Every guy at Hogwarts wants to do Elysia…"
"I'm sure most of them already have!"
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, surprised at her bluntness. His voice betrayed a bit of a chuckle, seeming to indicate he approved of the uncharacteristic remark.
Harry rolled his eyes, curious and fed up with Ron and Hermione's exchanges. He finally turned around, not at all sure what to expect. What he saw was, well it was hard to truly know what she was. She was off-putting, to be sure, and at that moment almost stone-like in the way she was indeed staring at him. Her body was spread out across a space that could have seated maybe two more people, one on each side of her. Seated to her left was Draco Malfoy, a fact that for some reason suddenly didn't sit well with Harry, though he wasn't sure why.
Harry wouldn't have said that she was exactly beautiful, but pretty wasn't the right word either. Her beauty was slightly ambiguous, seeming to exist in details but never quite coming together into a striking whole. Her long black hair seemed almost exotic in its shaggy unkemptness and the somber, almost ominous expression on her delicate, pale features seemed to appeal to the darkest parts of Harry's…soul, he supposed. That seemed bizarre.
Before Harry had time to properly identify what he thought or felt of this mysterious girl, she raised an eyebrow suggestively, and gave him an equally suggestive smirk, before abruptly crossing her slightly spread legs and readjusting her posture. Then Malfoy suddenly turned to her, seeming to sense something. Elysia feinted like she'd been looking somewhere other than Harry's direction but Malfoy's eyes landed on Harry all the same. Harry watched pure rage surface in Malfoy's face and grey eyes. Harry watched Malfoy say something to Elysia angrily, which she countered with what looked like a very nasty and dismissive remark before standing and simply leaving the Great Hall.
"Wonder what that was all about?" Hermione wondered, still sounding cautious, as if these were two people they truly should not be speculating about.
"Maybe Malfoy's jealous," Ron suggested with the appropriate amount of glee in his voice. "He must've seen the way she was looking at you, Harry." Ron said this last bit with an extremely congratulatory tone.
"Is she…with Malfoy?"
"Elysia's not with anyone Harry, nor has she ever been from what I've heard. That's why you should be careful if she's got her sights set on you. She's not the type to want a boyfriend. You understand what I'm telling you, Harry?" Hermione asked, seeing that Harry's expression seemed preoccupied.
"Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Thanks, Hermione."
Hermione still looked terribly concerned, but said no more. Within minutes the Great Hall was emptying, all the students going on about the rest of their daily schedules. The trio exited the Hall with the rest of the student body and prepared to go their separate ways. Ron lingered with Harry while Hermione bid them both good-bye and rushed off to her next class.
"Tell me everything!" Ron insisted excitedly before parting with Harry for their respective classes.
Harry shrugged off Ron's excitement with a laugh and a shake of his head, truly not knowing what both his friends were so enthusiastic about, considering all this girl had done was look at him, and not even in a way any different from how many girls at Hogwarts looked at him. Harry was never the kind of person to think too long about anyone in a romantic sense, and this girl was no different, but he would admit to himself a strange foreboding somehow attached in his subconscious to her. But Harry shook it off easily and by the time he'd reached his class, there wasn't even a remnant of a memory of Elysia Waldgrave in his mind.