Hey everyone, so I went over my story and realized a couple of mistakes I made so this is a revised copy, hope you enjoy.
As for the question on why Draco used a condom, you have a good point, so I fixed that inconsistency as well and in doing so have decided to add more chapters! :)
His eyes changed in an instant. I reacted a second too late. He grabbed me so fast I couldn't catch my breath. The area where his hand tightened around my arm began to burn. He threw me down on the bed, pushing his weight on top of me. I fought back quickly realizing that this boy was much stronger than I remembered, or perhaps he never felt it necessary to severely restrain me. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to let me go. No amount of sweet talk or flattery was going to do the job. I knew that then when I saw the intensity in his eyes, the look of sheer commitment to what he was doing. He wouldn't quit until he was finished, that I was sure of.
And his intentions were perfectly clear.
His shirt came off, soon after, he ripped mine. That action seemed to upset more than anything oddly enough. His breath got heavy as he pulled down his shorts and pushed up the rest of my skirt. The sight of how close he was to his goal excited him more. No longer did the shock of it all fill me with confusion and anger. For the first time throughout this I began to feel fear.
I tried to make a run for it but the door was locked. He grabbed me by hair and flung me back on the bed, it hurt, more than my burning arm or crushed body, and he could tell by the way my face scrunched up in agony.
"I'm sorry" was all he said. Always a gentleman this boy was, never truly wanting to hurt me but still wanting to please himself. I just so happened to be the object of his affection.
He held me with one hand now. He clasped both me tiny wrists with his right hand while he fumbled with the his boxers. I made it my duty to struggle with him. Perhaps to make him loose his grip, concentration, something. It was an epic fail, he just gripped my wrists tighter, finally achieving his one handed conquest. He fixed his eyes on me now, moving his body closer to me. I could feel the heat of his person yearning to be in unison with mine. He leaned in, attempting a kiss. I cringed at the thought of him trying to make this moment the least bit sentimental.
But when he kissed me, for a brief second, my fear subsided and warmth consumed my body. I found myself wanting this Slytherine boy to want me, a Griffyndor girl and give me all that he desired to.
I quickly snapped back to reality.
I felt his hand slide down my underwear. Panic began to overwhelm me and I felt myself starting to cry. His hands changed positions, his left now held his weight up as he leaned over me and his right; he saw fit to cover my mouth.
At that point we both knew it was coming.
He entered with a stab and I heard my muffled scream as tears flowed down my face. I felt my arms claw at his chest and my legs flailing for any sort of contact. It was all in vain. As he began to slowly thrust in pleasure I cried in pain. This boy as I called him possessed more than any man I would come to know and my body, though experienced now, then was innocent. Every movement burned and stung in places that I had yet to discover. Draco Malfoy had taken my virginity.
Eventually my screams subsided but the tears still flowed. He moved his hand from my mouth down to my shoulder. I whimper an "ouch" "Draco please" and "stop" but neither seemed to help. His movements stayed consistent for a while and I attempted another escape. This time he grabbed me neck and lightly squeezed, making sure I stayed in place. I did.
He began to pick up the pace and deepen his thrusts. I gasped for air and comfort at each one, but to no avail. Then something strange happened. I began to feel…good. There was never any doubt that this boy knew what he was doing, but even so, in a situation like this one my instinct should've always been to complicate him, throw his off track. But I didn't. I felt myself give in to him and let him have me. My tears became those of erotic pain and my whimpers were now low moans in agreements with his movements. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was starting to enjoy myself, despite the fact that his hand was still gripped around my neck.
Suddenly things changed again. I heard him hiss through his teeth as I tightened the sensitive muscles that were around him, my first orgasm. This initiated him to move quicker than before, feeling for him, better and better. The faster he went, the tighter his grip became making it that much more difficult for me to breath. By the last few moments my eyes were watering as I gasped for air yet still retaining the physical pleasure of him fucking me. Tighter and tighter, sex better and better, the closer I felt to death.
Did he notice what he was doing? I can't believe he did.
The worst of it arrived when he came. Closing his hand into what felt like a fist around the string that was my neck. I mentally begged for him to let go, if only for a moment.
A snippet of air suddenly.
I felt his hand loosen and his eyes slowly opened, a happy smile drew across his face. I rolled to my side and coughed for what seemed like forever, daring the air to come back into my lungs. After a while I looked back up at the boy who was still holding himself up and me breathing heavily with a look of disappointment in my eye.
He gave me the sweetest smile, instead of that classic smirk, a real one and said "Thank you". Thank you was all he said making me almost forgive him; this boy who despite his circumstances was still a gentleman in the most heartbreaking ways.