A/N: Just a little plot bunny that wouldn't get out of my head. This is a one-shot and will not be continued. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it and tell me what you think. As always, Please R/R!!!
Warning: features sexual situations, forced voyeurism, and slight violence. Read at your own risk.
Loved Me
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were silent like the graves while the students were at home for the Christmas holidays. In fact, the train had left to take them back to Platform 9 3/4 earlier in the day. Now, the only ones left in the castle were a few odd students here and there from varying houses.
In the Head Girl dorm, two bodies were lying tangled on the bed in afterglow from sexual fulfillment. Daphne Greengrass had stayed at Hogwarts for her Head duties, and her boyfriend, Draco malfoy, had decided to stay with her. Tracey and blaise had gone back to the their home to spend Christmas with their respective families.
Draco cradled Daphne in his arms as he thought on what they had just shared. It had been their first time together and it was wonderful. Finally being able to be with her completely had made Draco feel whole. He turned to face her and met her eyes with his own as he stroked her black tresses gently.
"I love you, you know."
She pulled away from him, taking the sheet with her, and stood on the other side of her bed. An expression he had never seen from her came across her face and she began speaking to him in a condescending tone.
"Draco, Draco. You're so *naive*."
He studied her with an oblivious eye. "I love you. What's naive about that?"
Daphne watched him carefully. A strange, malicious glint began twinkling in her eyes. Her voice came out too sweet, not unlike that of Professor Umbridge.
"Would you still love me if I told you I was fucking Harry Malfoy?"
His eyes grew as wide as saucers, but before he had the chance to say anything, he went flying across to the other side of the room. His wrists were now shackled to the celing with magical chains and when he tried to open his mouth to yell, nothing came out. His wand was lying discarded somewhere on the floor near his robes, and he soon realized there was no way out.
Daphne chuckled at his helplessness for a moment before turning to an empty space near the wall.
"You can come out noe. Enough drama mister."
An invisibility cloak was ripped away and there, in all his Gryffindor glory, stood Harry Potter, the Head Boy himself, wand in hand. A cruel smirk was plastered across his features as he took in his handiwork on the blonde headed boy. He cocked an eyebrow in unspoken challenge as Draco glared at him before turning to the girl that had bounded up beside him.
He mirrored her smile for a brief second before it twisted into a sneer. He raked his cold, green eyes over her sheet-clad body before returning to her face.
"I'm not touching you. You've still got ferret stench on you, and I don't fancy getting it on me. Go get clean up."
She obliged and headed for the bathroom. While he waited for her, he turned to the bed. With a swish of his left hand, the bed was back in order with fresh sheets and pillowcases.
He strode over to where Draco stood chained and faced the boy head-on for the first time. Cruelty and vindictiveness danced in his eyes like fairylights.
He drew back his hand and let it fly in a backhand swing. Draco's head snapped to the side and blood began to trail down his chin. The ring on Harry's finger had dug into lip.
"That's for fucking *my* girlfriend or you could say my betrothed, you prickish rodent."
Draco could do nothing but glare at the other boy.
"Did you honestly believe she'd want someone like *you* when she can have *me*? Wow. You really *are* an optimist, Malfoy."
Daphne came strolling back into the room dressed in a short, green robe. The significance of the color was not lost on Draco, and he watched in horror as she flushed under Harry's gaze. The said boy was now completely focused on her.
They fell upon each other with such passion and heat Draco could swear he felt the temperature in the room rise. It was like watching a train wreck, he just couldn't look away.
Harry and Daphne began to make their way to the bed as their tongues danced together. She snaked her hands around his neck and feeling his arousal dig into her stomach. She ground her hips against his and was satisfied to hear the deep moan escape his throat.
His own hands were not idle as he slid them up her thighs under the hem of her robe. He grabbed and lifted her up against him relishing the feel of her heat against the fly of his trousers. He was distracted by the feel of her hands on his bare chest as she ripped the shirt away. Following her lead, one of his hands traveled around her waist and unclasped the belt holding the robe together.
A gasp escaped her lips as her breasts were revealed to him. He pulled back from her mouth to swoop down to her chest catching one of the rosy buds between his teeth. She began to moan as he nipped and sucked for all he was worth. Her knees turned to jelly when he switched his attention to its twin. Suddenly, reality intruded when she felt him scoop her up in his arms.
"Harry, wait. I have to take the spells off of me. I want to feel you."
Draco observed in dismay as she summoned her wand off the bedside table wandlessly and pointed it between her thighs. After a few chosen words, she set the length of wood back down and took back up where they left off.
Harry took in her lovely naked form as he slid the robe from her shoulders. Her nipples were erect and a deep shade of pink that complimented the flush of her heaving chest. She reached for him and caught him by the belt loop. Her hands made quick work of the buckle and began to pull his pants over his hips taking the black silk boxers with them.
Soon, the floor was littered with their discarded clothing as they writhed together on the bed. He positioned himself at her opening and glided into her core with a fluent grace. They both sighed at the sensation of being joined.
He began to move with slow and steady strokes, increasing in tempo at her whispered encouraging. Her hips lifted up to meet his as she trailed her hands down his spine. Beads of sweat began forming on their temples as they shared an amorous kiss tinged with a sense of urgency.
Daphne arched into him as her head flew back and his name fell from her lips like a prayer. He followed her over into oblivion with a moan and they both contorted in ecstasy.
Draco turned his head away from the sweaty limbs on the bed and a single tear flowed down his cheek.
When they came back down from the intense high and began breathing normally, they realized that Draco had been present the whole time. Harry leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as he held her in his arms. She sank into him with a contented sigh.
After a few silent moments, Harry rose from the bed with a groan of protest from Daphne. He chuckled at the look on her face before turning to their captive.
"I suppose you need to let snartooth know about the todays business. He wanted word as soon as possible. Why don't you keep him entertained while I take care of this business?"
He nodded at him as she pulled her robe back on. He watched her while he continued dressing himself.
"Stay away from him though. I've had enough of seeing you with him for a dozen lifetimes."
He gave her one last look before exiting through the door that led to their joint common room. She watched him go before turning her attention to Draco. She sat on the end of her bed directly in front of him before beginning to speak.
"I suppose you're wondering how this all happened." At his nod, she continued. "Well, Harry caught up with me over the summer and made me see the error of my ways. You're about to meet the Future lady potter-black-peverell, if you were wondering. See, he and me are betrothed from our birth. But this summer he turned 17 and in gringotts they told him about the contract which he and I never knew existed more less signed by our parents, who are dead thanks to you and your father. So he contacted me in the summer and explained and you know me very well dear, slytherin to the core, i considered both parties although it shoudnot be considerable from first as you have nothing and Harry has everything. So here we are."
At this, she retrieved her wand once again and turned her back to him untying the robe and letting it slip off her left shoulder.
"Finite Incantatum."
Two pairs of beautiful signet rings appeared. Draco felt his mouth drop open.
"Harry has those, too. It's not like I can walk around Hogwarts saying I am the next lady Potter also Harry thinks it's not time."
She tied the robe back around her waist and turned to face him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You don't understand the loss having no parents. I lost my parents because of you and for that I will never forgive you. Also one good news."
With a cruel smirk, she sidled up to him leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"You see, I'm pregnant with Harry's child."
Daphne pulled back from him letting out a giggle as she took in his wide-eyed expression.
"Shh, it'll be our little secret since he doesn't know yet."
She resumed her place at the foot of the bed.
At that moment Harry ambled back into the room holding an file in his hand. A scowl appeared on his lips as he noticed their proximity. He pushed Daphne behind him before muttering a charm. Draco now stood fully clothed in chains. Before he could blink, Harry had cast Petrificus Totalus on him before releasing his bonds.
Draco fell over with a clunk. The dark haired boy came into his vision with a wide smirk.
"You'll be taken to the Azkaban for an attempt to rape future lady potter also accused of trying to line theft. You see she applied a charm which made a protective shield around her from everything that belongs to ferrets also i created a illutionary body part there to which you actually fucked. So basically you fucked her in your dream. but don't worry, you'll be with daddy very soon. Now to azkaban."
Before he knew it, he could feel the familiar hook behind his navel as they were whisked away to whatever lay on the other side. His last thought before he gave into his dreadful fate was "I shoud have known better. She could have never loved me."
A/N:this is raw, will likely to be go under editing soon.
