Disclaimer: No, I'm not JK. You're not nearly as sorry about that as I am.
A/N: This is my first smut fanfic, and I would appreciate feedback, good or bad. I beta'd it myself, although I may have missed some things and I apologize in advance for these. There will be a second chapter; possibly more, if I get enough positive feedback.
Great Hall was bustling with activity as students filled their bellies with the sumptuous offerings of Hogwarts' house elves. The vast ceiling was reflecting the storm outside; plump snowflakes, dry and warm to the touch, drifted down lazily over the heads of the students as each of the tables partook in their own miniature celebrations. It was the last week before Christmas holidays; much as the feast was lingering on the older students' minds, so too was the upcoming match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
It was a feud that had been ongoing since Draco's second year at Hogwarts. The seventh year sat smugly near the head of the Slytherin table, not paying much attention to the group of followers who had seated themselves as close to the Head Boy as was possible. Instead, Draco's cold silver eyes were roving the Gryffindor table, a plaintive smirk settled onto his pale features. He could see Potter, deep in conversation with that Weasley boy; how he could only imagine what they were discussing. Draco had gotten a leg-up over Potter during the previous summer; not only had his mother purchased an international Quidditch team, but said team had allotted Draco practice time with them, somewhat to their chagrin. So Draco had excelled in Quidditch, and so Potter had begun to fall behind the standard everyone seemed to have set for the famed Seeker.
"What are you staring at, Draco?" Came a voice that grated on Draco's nerves. Draco turned slightly to give Pansy a withering glare. She faltered in her smile slightly, but nodded for Draco to answer.
"If you must know," Draco offered haughtily, annoyed with the obnoxious girl, "I'm sizing my chances up against Potter. Anyone care for a bet as to how long it'll take him to catch up to me?" Draco added, and his miniature entourage laughed dutifully. Casting one last glance over to Potter and his friends, Draco twisted himself back to face the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle, as always, were sitting on either side of him, although they were both too busy stuffing their piggish faces to have been keyed into the small discussion.
Pansy gave a shrill sigh, which made Draco narrow his eyes at her again. Pretending not to notice Draco's abhorrence to her presence, Pansy continued with what she believed to be a helpful suggestion.
"You know, Draco," Pansy paused, glancing around the Slytherin table again, giving the girls especially a superior look, "I heard from Blaise that wearing a- a thong helps the professional Quidditch players." Pansy let out a raucous giggle, and Draco snorted derisively.
"I haven't heard such bullshit, and I own a professional Quidditch team!" Draco stated, and this time Crabbe and Goyle burst into noisy guffaws. Pansy looked slightly taken aback at Draco's mockery, and quickly tried to make up for it.
"No no, listen, Draco! It supposedly keeps your robes from, er..." Pansy broke off, but quickly picked back up again at the agitated look she received from Draco. "Well, it keeps them from riding up your, you know..." Pansy let off again, and this time, Draco had had enough.
"Shove off, Pansy. That's rubbish and you know it. C'mon, Crabbe, Goyle. We'll leave the mongrels to finish fattening themselves." Draco supplied, delivering a sharp blow to Crabbe's hunched shoulder. Standing up, Draco began to set off down the Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle followed, somewhat reluctantly. "You can always come and borrow one of mine!" Pansy called after Draco, followed immediately by an outburst of giggling. Draco suppressed a growl as he left the Hall, grinding his teeth together as he set their course for the upper levels of the castle.
"You know," Crabbe started, his voice gruff and muffled. He obviously hadn't finished what he had been chewing, and Draco shot him a loathing glare that shut him up. "I don't care what you know, Crabbe. It's probably not worth knowing anyway." Draco countered, and this was met, surprisingly, by Goyle's voice.
"She was right, eh, Draco? I 'eard somethin' like that, too. Summat me dad said one time, I – " But Goyle's rough explanation was squashed by Draco's angry growl.
"Didn't you hear what I just said to Crabbe? Are you really thick enough to think that I'd wear a thong to a Quidditch match?" Draco hissed angrily as they approached the thick oak door serving as the entrance to his dorm.
"Why, would you wear one some other time?" Crabbe offered, sniggering to himself at his joke. Draco's face contorted slightly in rage; Goyle immediately began to back away, and, sensing the danger, so too did Crabbe.
"If you have any sense of what's good for you," Draco sneered, his silver eyes reduced to slits in his anger, "you'll be taking your leave very shortly."
Crabbe and Goyle nodded dumbly, the ghost of Crabbe's smile still lingering on his pudgy face. Draco turned and ripped the wooden door open, slamming it in the faces of his cronies.
"Unbelievable," Draco muttered to himself, heading directly for his dormitory door. But there was the tiniest shadow of a doubt in Draco's mind; hadn't, once, his mother's team made mention of this method before? Shaking his head in disbelief, Draco retired to his dorm earlier than he normally would have done, his last thoughts lingering on the choice of words he would employ against whoever thought it wise to bring this up again.
Early the next morning found Draco in the library, picking his way through an immensely boring volume of historically significant Muggles. His mind had been wandering back to the idea of wearing a thong for the Quidditch match; the more Draco thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. He, for one, had fallen victim to his underwear riding up in a match, on more than one occasion. So far it hadn't lost him a game, but none of those games had held quite so much reverie as the match scheduled for the end of the week, just the day after tomorrow.
After flipping uselessly through a few more pages of his textbook, Draco dropped it against the table in resignation. There was simply no way he would be able to continue without finding some definite answers to his question. Glancing around, Draco realized just how his current location could provide him with said answers; there were perhaps hundreds of books relating to Quidditch in here, and he was almost positive one of them would contain the myth he was so caught up over.
Draco began to pick his way through the sections, his index finger absently trolling behind him along the spines of books. Once in the Quidditch section, Draco hunched down onto his knees to better read the titles. He had almost given up when a rich purple spine caught his eye; removing it from the tightly packed shelf, Draco examined the cover. It was worn, and the corners were frayed as though this copy had seen its day. Silver lettering, dotted with mould, spelled out the title Quidditch Myths and Legends; What's What in the World Of Brooms.
Figuring it to be as good a book to look through as any, Draco took it back to the table he had set himself up at. Propping the volume open against his neglected homework, Draco scanned the table of contents. Glancing up absently around the library as he flipped to the appropriate page number, Draco realized he was no longer alone. Standing a few shelves down from him was Luna Lovegood, her face blank as she pored over one of the bigger volumes Madam Pince had set up on a podium. Draco's lips curled down slightly in a scowl at the unusual Ravenclaw, but he paid her no more attention as the book fell open to the page he had been searching for.
Draco began to scan the page for any indication that underwear played any role whatsoever in Quidditch; he frowned slightly as he came across the passage,
"It has been said by many Quidditch players that wearing their knickers tightly between buttocks, or, more simply, wearing nothing at all underneath their robes has helped to drastically improve both their stamina and balance during rigorous matches."
Draco couldn't believe his eyes; as if his fellow Slytherins had been right! He supposed Pansy might be a reliable source, but Crabbe and Goyle? Slamming the book shut, Draco shoved it roughly across his table, scattering bits of parchment and upsetting his ink bottle in the process. Muttering darkly under his breath as he tried to push his books out of the way of the spreading ink stain, Draco started slightly at the sight of a pale hand. A soft voice murmured, "Tergeo," and he watched as the wand-wielding hand drew a slow circle and, much to his relief, the ink disappeared completely from his parchment.
"Thanks- " Draco started, but then stopped abruptly. It was Luna standing there, an absent smile decorating her face. Draco's face dropped into a frown almost immediately, but Luna took no notice.
"Ink stains can be rather nasty," Luna intoned, returning her wand to the inner pocket of her robes. She nodded slightly to emphasize her statement, her bright eyes wandering over what Draco had been doing. Draco, his frown turning into a sneer, was not in the mood to be in the company of this lunatic.
Before he could tell her to clear out, her voice again chided in his ears. "Oh, you like myths and legends, too?" Luna asked, reaching for the book. It stood out against Draco's textbooks, which were all in very good condition. Draco opened his mouth, his mood getting fouler by the minute. Before he could interject, however, Luna again cut across his speech.
"I haven't read about Quidditch myths, however. Though, I have heard an interesting few from daddy." Luna nodded again, her face unbothered by Draco's glare. "Even," She continued on blindly, "That wearing women's undergarments helps tremendously." Luna added, saying this like she had been informing Draco of the weather. Draco's menacing demeanour had dropped instantly at this remark; on the contrary, his face had lightened considerably.
"Are you referencing thongs, by any chance?" Draco inquired, his eyebrow rising suspiciously. How would Looney Lovegood know anything like this?
Nodding, Luna returned her gaze back to Draco's face. "I suppose that that's what some people may call them," She agreed, her pale grey eyes, so similar to Draco's, holding an entirely neutral emotion. Draco's eyes, on the other hand, were working furiously. His face screwed up slightly as his mind raced; if Luna knew about such a tale, then it had to be a well-known fact. Why hadn't he heard of it, then?
Faced with the prospect of the upcoming match, Draco caved slightly. Sure, if he really wanted one, he could send an owl for one. But how embarrassing would that be at breakfast? He supposed he could pass it off as a gift for Pansy and keep his masculinity intact, but then that would simply egg the girl on, and that was something Draco definitely didn't want. Realizing that there was a perfectly gullible girl, and an opportunity, standing before him, Draco made the quick decision to follow up on Pansy's suggestion.
"Er, Luna," Draco started, standing up and piling his books neatly atop one another. It felt odd, addressing the younger girl by her first name when he was so used to sneering her surname at her, "Do you know any girls who... well, who would have a spare pair lying around?" Draco asked, forcing himself to maintain a neutral tone. He was almost laughing, but that would have thrown Luna off and he needed her help to pull this off quietly.
Luna, however, seemed unbothered by the unusual request. "I don't, in fact, but I can go and ask Ginny or Hermione for you." Luna offered, and began to turn to head back to the Great Hall. Draco's face paled slightly in horror; no way was he going to let anyone know about this, especially not a Gryffindor.
"No! I mean," Draco stammered as Luna turned back around questioningly. "Wouldn't want to bother them when – when you're right here! Surely there are girls in your dorm that have a pair laying around?" Draco asked, reluctant to give in to Luna's suggestion. Luna shrugged, and Draco began to find it odd how she didn't at least show any emotion intoning how odd a request he was making. But Luna herself was odd, and so Draco figured she was his best bet.
"I supposed someone might." Luna said, her eyebrows rising slightly. "Would you like to come and check with me? It may go faster if there are two pairs of hands searching." Luna added, as if this made perfect sense. Luna began to lead the way, and Draco, leaving his books in a neat pile on the table, followed her in the direction of the Ravenclaw common room.
Out in the corridor, Draco was relieved that it was a Hogsmeade weekend; the only students still milling about were first and second years, and he could get rid of them with so much as a glance. It was a short walk to the common room entrance; Draco figured as much, what with the library being so close. Luna paused before a portrait of a young girl, an older gentleman pushing her gently on a swing.
"Animagus," Luna offered, and the young girl's face split into a wide smile as the portrait swung upwards. Luna slipped through the narrow crack in the wall, and, after a quick glance up and down the short corridor, Draco followed.
The inside of the Ravenclaw common room was not like Draco had expected; there were not books adorning every available surface like he had first thought. Instead, the room was lit up by dozens of windows, panelling almost the entire room. The lake was set just off center, and Draco could see the steady stream of students making their way into Hogsmeade.
A few first years looked up at their appearance, and Luna drifted past them lazily. Draco shot them a look of contempt, and one of the girls gave a squeak of fright before busying herself with fixing the quill she was holding. Giving one last glance around the almost deserted common room, Draco followed Luna up a very steep set of stairs.
"Sixth year dorms are here," Luna's voice floated down to Draco after a few minutes of climbing. Draco had fallen slightly behind, and he had begun to pant softly and think that this was an entirely stupid idea when he had finally caught up to Luna. Her face was still set in the same translucent smile as she opened the door, allowing Draco entry into her dorm.
This room held only four beds, each made neatly. There weren't as many windows in here as there were in the common room, but it was still brightly lit. Draco could tell immediately which bed was Luna's; in place of the deep navy blankets that were adorning the other three beds, Luna's bedspread was a sickeningly green colour, and Draco could just make out the tail end of what looked to be a plush Hippogriff peeking out of the messy covers.
Luna paid no heed to the state of her bed as she began to walk around the triangular room, her fingers splayed out at her sides nonchalantly. Draco stood in the doorway, unsure of how to progress with this plan now that he was actually here. Dropping onto her bed, Luna gave a quick glance around too.
"She might have what you're looking for," Luna offered, pointing to the bed directly across from hers. Draco's eyes followed Luna's suggestion, and he set about rummaging through the trunk set up on a shelf.
After searching all three trunks and finding nothing satisfactory, Draco turned to Luna's trunk. Luna had not moved since she had sat down; she seemed entirely uninterested in helping Draco, merely a chaperone for this bit of trespassing.
Giving the ordinary-looking trunk a quick glance, Draco opened the latches on it and propped it open against the wall. The contents of Luna's trunk were very much different from the other girls'; instead of extra robes and some plain weekend clothes, Luna's trunk was alive with colour. Draco stared in surprise for a few seconds, unsure of how to go about digging through the vast assortment of garments.
Luna, leaning back slightly on her hands, sighed to herself as Draco dragged his hands through her belongings. After a few silent minutes of Draco's searching, Luna suddenly straightened up.
"Oh! I just remembered," she stated, lifting a finger into the air for emphasis. Draco shot her a furtive glance from under his bangs, pausing briefly.
"I think I may be wearing the only pair I own. They're good luck, you see." Luna informed an agitated Draco. Giving Luna a look of utter disbelief, Draco straightened up, wiping his newly messy hair out of his eyes. "Are you serious?" Draco asked quietly, gesturing with his hand around the empty dorm. "You tell me now, after I've spent the last twenty minutes searching?" Draco asked, his face twisting into an angry grimace now.
Fuming, Draco was becoming angry about more than just Luna's apparent forgetfulness; that he was even here in the first place, that he was having to rely on quite possibly the maddest student in the entire castle, and finally, that it was all over a stupid piece of women's underwear.
"Take them off," Draco muttered coldly, his eyes returning to their usual hard gaze. Luna shrugged her shoulders, not seeming to be bothered by his sudden demand. "If I take them off, what am I supposed to wear then?" Luna questioned innocently, although her eyes flickered slightly. Draco grit his teeth together slightly at Luna's shamelessness, her utter indifference to her current situation bothering him greatly.
Taking the few steps necessary to close the distance between them, Draco took up his position directly in front of Luna. Luna merely looked up at him, her eyes not holding a hint of fear. This infuriated Draco; he was so used to people cowering before him, girls giving in to whatever he wanted, that Luna's lack of any sort of emotion at all maddened him.
From his vantage point, Draco could see a hint of the cleavage that Luna hid so well in her robes and shirts. His mind working furiously, Draco decided that he wasn't going to leave this intensely grating situation without receiving something in return.
"I don't care what you're going to be wearing afterwards, because after I have my way with you I'm leaving." Draco stated, expecting to see some sort of emotion cross Luna's face. Luna's expression, however, did not change in the slightest. If anything, her eyes crinkled up into a simple smile.
Growing angrier by the second, Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the door. The metallic click of the lock was heard by both Luna and Draco, but the former was unfazed by it.
Turning his wand now on Luna, Draco contemplated his choices. He supposed he could use the Imperius curse to prevent Luna from struggling, but where was the fun in that? She should have to struggle a little bit for all the grief she was currently causing him. Figuring only the slightest of spells should be used, in case Luna informed someone, Draco gave his wrist a quick flick before murmuring, "Incarcerous."
Instantly, Luna's wrists snapped together, bound by a thin rope. Lifting his wand slightly, keeping it pointed at Luna's recently-bound wrists, Draco raised Luna's hands above her head. Luna's expression remained neutral, her grey eyes following Draco's face carefully. Luna's breathing was even, and she had not uttered a word the entire time Draco was searching for the correct spell; Draco's face dropped into an angry scowl as he used his free hand to roughly push Luna's shoulder.
Luna's torso fell backwards onto her bed, bouncing slightly as her curly blonde hair fanned out to her side. Draco sneered now; he had her where he wanted her, regardless of what she wanted. "Think this is all fun and games?" Draco hissed quietly, lowering his wand. Luna's wrists remained bound, although now she could move her arms at will. Luna shrugged.
"If this is what you truly want, Malfoy, and what it will take for you to win, then who am I to stop you?" Luna stated quietly, her voice masking any contempt she was feeling. Draco felt his stomach lurch slightly when Luna spoke his name; he had the sudden, irreplaceable desire to hear her calling that name out, begging him, pleading with him...
Pushing his wand roughly into his pocket, Draco advanced over Luna's prone form. He realized, as he felt her knees press into his thighs, that she could kick him. But seeing as she already hadn't, and was simply watching him, Draco felt no immediate need to secure her legs as well.
From his view right now, Luna looked almost... pretty. Her pale face was impassive, her features relaxed as her cool eyes watched calculatingly as Draco moved around her. Her brilliant blonde hair, so often the reason behind her scorn, lay in minute waves behind her head, framing her face almost as if she were lying on a bed of silk. Draco felt a sudden rush of heat that shot straight to his groin; he never would have thought he would want Luna Lovegood as badly as he did right now.
Blinking rapidly to bring himself out of his reverie, Draco regained his composure. He was not gentle, especially not when it was some filth such as Lovegood. He could have whichever girl he wanted, with no effort on his part. He didn't care; he could sleep around as much as he pleased and never feel any inkling of feeling for any of the girls.
But right now, Draco just wanted to watch. Wanted to stare at Luna Lovegood, exposed as she was, lying before him submissively. But she wasn't struggling, didn't even seem to care about what she knew was coming. On the contrary; she seemed to almost welcome it, as she had kept her arms above her head diligently.
Snorting inwardly at himself, Draco leaned forwards and hooked his finger in the neckline of Luna's blouse. He stared at her impartial face for a fraction of a second before yanking, hard enough to pop the button free with a faint ripping noise. He took a moment to calculate Luna's expression; it had changed from one of complete neutrality to one of faint amusement.
Scowling, Draco began to rip the buttons out of Luna's blouse, one by one. When he finally popped the last button, Draco pulled hard on the side of Luna's shirt and was pleased when it ripped completely off of her body. Surprise flickered across Luna's face, but it was replaced again by that same look of amusement.
Draco continued to quite literally rip the clothes from Luna's body; the second half of her shirt came with it, leaving only the sleeves on her bound arms. These came off with identical rips, and soon Luna lay before Draco, her milky white stomach presented to his hungry gaze. Draco paused for a moment to take in the sight of Luna's dark purple bra, contrasting heavily with the pallor of her skin. Draco reached a hand out and pulled it slowly along Luna's stomach, and he felt his cock jump slightly against his trousers. Luna's skin was silky soft; his eyes stared unabashedly at her moderate bust. Leaving her bra alone for now, Draco turned his attention to Luna's long skirt. Hooking his fingers again in the hemline, Draco was preparing to tug hard to remove them when Luna surprised him again.
She lifted her hips slightly off the bed, her gaze never leaving Draco's face. Draco frowned, pulling the garment off with ease and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. Luna was, indeed, telling the truth. Her panties were a light lilac, and Draco stared at them hungrily for a few moments. Luna had kept her legs together, and Draco glanced up at her, half expecting her to open for him. Instead he was met with the same calculating stare as before; suddenly, this was too much.
"Stop staring at me like that." Draco growled, his hands meeting Luna's hips to forcefully turn her so she was lying on her stomach. Luna made no noise, and Draco's mind was thundering through insults he could throw at her when he was stopped by the sight before him. Her bottom was now exposed to him, the thin strip of lilac material disappearing between the two gloriously round orbs of her buttocks. Her skin was perfect; he couldn't see a blemish or freckle to mar the creamy skin before him.
His hands found their way to her hips, and he lowered himself to his knees to better feel the surprisingly feminine body before him. Sliding his hands up Luna's smooth sides, Draco was rewarded with the first sound Luna had uttered in quite a while; a contented little sigh. Realizing what he had been doing, Draco reprimanded himself inwardly. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this; he was supposed to be simply taking from her, letting her feel the brunt of his power.
Draco brought his hips forwards hard, his growing manhood crashing into Luna's exposed bottom. Grinding hard, Draco found himself almost surprised with the quickness of his erection. Normally, it took several minutes of foreplay for him to become completely hard; he had simply been gazing upon Luna's figure and already he was halfway there.
Luna shifted herself slightly, bringing her arms underneath her body and spreading her thighs, no doubt making herself more comfortable. Draco didn't want Luna to be comfortable. He pushed the small of her back down slightly, forcing her rear end up and into his crotch. Luna made no noise, and Draco noticed that she had closed her eyes. This was fine by Draco; he didn't care whether she wanted to watch herself being taken or not.
Grinding slow circles with his hips against Luna's ass, Draco reached up to unclasp Luna's bra. It opened easily, and again Luna surprised him by lifting herself up to aid him in removing it completely. The frown still lingering on his face, Draco pulled harder than he had before on one side of the delicate undergarment; the fabric gave after a few seconds, snapping the strap before Draco flung her bra across the small dormitory. He noticed it had left a red mark against her milky white shoulder; he was temporarily sorry he had caused such a blemish, but quickly regained his composure. His fingers trailing back down Luna's back, he felt Luna wiggle a little bit once more. Curious, he grazed his fingertips up her side again, tickling the soft flesh. Luna breathed in deeply, and Draco realized why she was responding the way she was; she enjoyed the tickling sensation. Grunting slightly as he ceased the enjoyable act, Draco allowed his now fully erect member to govern his actions.
"Keep your arms above your head," Draco demanded huskily, his strong hands pulling firmly on Luna's thighs. Her hips slid slightly with Draco's strength, and as Draco backed up slightly Luna's legs slipped off the bed. Luna shifted uncomfortably as she did as was asked, the edge of the bed pressing hard into her waist. The first flicker of emotion entered Luna's features; discomfort. Good, Draco thought calmly. He wasn't here to pleasure her.
Draco began to feel hindered with the clothing he still wore; standing up, he shrugged out of his shirt and dropped it carelessly onto Luna's discarded clothing. As he began to work his belt buckle, he noticed Luna turn her head slightly to look at him. Draco couldn't help a smirk, and he paused before he pulled his pants and boxers down.
"These had better help me win, Lovegood." Draco drawled, returning to his former position and snapping the elastic band of Luna's panties. Luna gave him a lingering gaze, her face portraying none of the emotions Draco wanted her to feel. Quietly, Luna dropped her head back to the mattress, her forehead resting on her outstretched forearms.
Slightly perturbed now, Draco couldn't contain the burning question anymore. "Why aren't you struggling at all? Doesn't this bother you?" He asked, his fingers absently returning to hold her hips. Luna shook her head, her bangs cascading into her face. Her light grey eyes were closed once again.
"If this is the way you want to go about taking my underwear," Luna murmured, her voice muffled by her quilt. "Then it must be the way you think best. And if this is what is right, then why should I stop it?" Luna reasoned, and she shifted slightly again. Whether she meant to or not, the back of her thighs came flush with Draco's. The heat coming from Luna's succulent skin made Draco suck in a quick breath; he hadn't thought she would affect him so much.
Luna's reasoning made Draco feel inferior; he didn't believe that she could be so naive, in this situation particularly. Draco didn't particularly like feeling inferior to the younger Ravenclaw, and this outrage, coupled with his body's throbbing ache, took over his actions.
Carefully this time, Draco began to slip Luna's panties down her legs. This was, after all, what he had come for. The silky fabric slid easily over Luna's skin, and Draco was mildly pleased it wasn't overly feminine. On Luna, they were perfect. But right now, he couldn't picture himself wearing them, not that he wanted to.
He placed the desired thong onto his shirt carefully before turning back to the completely exposed girl before him. Her ass was driving him crazy; his cock was fully hard, bouncing against his muscled stomach as he moved closer. He couldn't remember wanting someone this bad, and he chalked the desire up to the current circumstances.
"Draco, could you please release my wrists? I don't find it necessary, and they are rather uncomfortable." Luna asked, her eyes remaining closed and her face retaining no emotion. Draco battled inwardly for a moment; she hadn't tried to do anything yet, and she was now completely naked, so he doubted she would choose now to act. "Fine," snapped Draco, and with a quick slash of his wand, the thin bindings holding Luna's wrists together dissolved. "Thank you." Luna said simply, and returned her arms to their place above her head. This time, however, she crossed her arms under her head, looking for all the world like she was going for a nap and not about to be fucked by Draco Malfoy.
Luna's nonchalance irritated Draco to no end. His lips curling downwards into an unpleasant grimace, Draco pried Luna's legs apart. Draco dragged his fingers between Luna's legs, being rough on purpose. He found what he was looking for almost instantly; wet heat coated his fingers when he brought his hand back up. Somewhat pleased with himself, Draco took his member in his hand and began to line himself up with Luna's womanhood.
One hand on Luna's hip to steady himself, Draco pushed forwards, slowly at first. The moment he felt her warm cavern accept his member, he pushed the rest of his considerable length into the girl with some force. His thighs slapped hard against Luna's with the force of his thrust, and he heard a soft whimper. He faltered briefly, but Luna made no further noise and he didn't want to start being gentle now.
Luna's entrance was wet, wet enough that Draco's member slid with relative ease back out. Placing his other hand on Luna's hip, Draco began another slow, calculated stroke into Luna's warm body. Biting his tongue against the compliment that threatened to spill forth, Draco began to fall into a slow rhythm against Luna's body. She was incredibly tight, so tight that Draco wondered marginally if she was a virgin. She couldn't have been, though, because Draco could not see any blood and she didn't seem to be in any discomfort at the moment.
Quite the opposite; Luna's mouth had slipped open slightly, enough for Draco to see the pink of her tongue as Luna dealt with his increasing pace quietly. He began to actually thrust into her, his own mouth letting quick pants escape with every slap of their bodies.
When Draco fucked Pansy, which was becoming less and less frequent as he was growing increasingly more annoyed with her, Pansy was incredibly noisy. It was to the point that Draco was considering silencing her magically so he wouldn't be subjected to her wails. But Luna had made no indication that she was enjoying or even hating this; no verbal reassurances had escaped her.
But these thoughts were soon pushed from Draco's mind as his need consumed him. He began to thrust maniacally, his hips thrusting as hard as they could into Luna's body. His thighs were stinging with the impact, and he was sure Luna's hips were going to bruise, so tightly was he gripping her hips. He could feel his stomach begin to tighten, and he began to grunt with the exertion of maintaining a steady thrust.
Glancing down at Luna, Draco noticed that Luna's face had taken on a pink tinge. Her eyes were open now, staring vacantly ahead as her mouth opened and closed. He could feel her huffing, still making no noise; the only sound filling the room was of their bodies, slapping and sliding together noisily.
This sound drove Draco on, and he began to buck harder into Luna's pussy. He bent over her prone form, his hips pistoning hard into her body as he gasped for air. He was very close now, he could feel himself tightening, but he wasn't ready just yet. He wanted to hear Luna make some kind of noise, some inkling that she was enjoying this. It normally wouldn't have bothered him, but her silence was grating on his nerves.
"I want you to say my name," Draco growled into Luna's shoulder blades, his hips working hard to keep his cock thrusting in and out of Luna's tight hole. He felt Luna shake slightly, and he squeezed her hips meaningfully before slowing down very slightly, his body exhausted.
"Oh," Was all Luna said, her voice breathy as Draco watched her fists clench the quilt beneath them. "Say it." Draco demanded, driving his hips hard into Luna's backside. He wouldn't make it through many more thrusts, and his arms were beginning to tremble slightly in exertion.
"Just.. finish." Came Luna's reply, her voice sounding like not more than a whisper. Her eyes were fluttering softly, and Draco was seized by a sudden rage. How could she not be grateful that he was even doing this? He felt his fingernails dig into her hips, and a sudden fervour seemed to come over him. With renewed energy, Draco made the final few thrusts and he felt himself unravel within her.
The first spurt of his seed erupted deep in Luna's body, and Draco's body gave a mighty lurch as his orgasm thundered into Luna's cunt. His forehead was resting against the back of Luna's neck, his hips coming to a rest flush with Luna's body. Luna herself was writhing very slightly, moving her hips against Draco's emptied member.
The force of Draco's orgasm had taken everything out of him; he lay on Luna's back, his cock twitching every few seconds with another small spurt of seed. Luna was panting slightly, not making any effort to remove Draco from her depths.
After nearly five minutes of resting against Luna's back, trying to regain his composure, Draco finally righted himself, pulling slowly out of Luna's used body. He watched with some satisfaction as his orgasm dribbled down Luna's thigh, and she slumped slightly against the floor as he pulled out his wand again to clean them up. He was clean and dressed not moments later, Luna's silky lilac thong stuffed into his pocket.
"Thanks for your help," Draco intoned as he made to exit Luna's dorm. "Perhaps I'll even make a return visit to give them back." Draco mused, patting his pocket as he exited. Casting a last look at Luna, Draco watched as she pulled herself up onto her bed and lay there, panting harder than she had been when Draco was pummelling into her. A warm rush of affection washed through him, and Draco almost wished he had been slightly more caring in the way he had taken her.
Cursing silently, Draco shoved this ludicrous thought from his head. Why should he have been gentle? It wasn't like he had any feelings for the girl. Exiting the Ravenclaw common room with ease, Draco headed for the library, confident that his victory over Potter was in the bag now that he had a secret weapon. He whistled slightly as he made his way lazily to retrieve his things, and a group of second years passing by him gave him an odd look before hurrying on their way.
Wasn't too bad, was it? P:
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