And He Watched
by Snail Venom
He watched her. In class. In the corridors. In the Great Hall.
He watched her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes bright and pure. So sickeningly pure. He wanted to bask in her light and warmth. He felt the gravitational pull. She was more than his Sun, the center of his galaxy. She was the Universe. An endless enigma.
She was his misery. When he looked at her, he wanted to feel disgust, but he only felt compelled to reach out and see if he could touch her soft skin. So pale, and it blushed so prettily. But never for him.
All she had were harsh glares, and splotchy flushes of anger for him. It was no less than he deserved, for all the vile and vitriol he spewed at her. But if that was how he turned her doe-like brown eyes on him, he would endure her hatred. It would be safer for both of them this way. He may have pledged his heart to her, but his life and service had been pledged to another.
It would never do for the Dark Lord to learn of Dracos- feelings for the girl. She had been deemed unclean by the station of her birth and blood. Oh, he knew better. He only had to see the brand upon his arm to know who was truly, truly, unclean.
And so he watched. And he memorized.
He memorized for moments like these, so he could pretend for a small amount of time, that she was his alone.
So he could throw his back, against the wall, and close eyes. So instead of seeing Pansy on her knees, his straining cock in her mouth, he would see her. In his mind, he watched her.
Her plump pink lips, slowly opening, to reveal her pink little tongue, licking slowly from the base of his shaft, to the sensitive head, reddened with his straining lust. He could see her lips close around the tip, and watch how her lovely pale cheeks hollowed out through the force of her finally- finally, sucking on his length.
He would grasp her hair, and he could nearly feel her thick, unruly curls between her fingers. His eyes would lock with hers. Icy gray meets earthy brown. He would hold her gaze as he pulled her mouth further down his cock. He would reach the back of her throat, and she would swallow him down, all while he gasped and moaned his pleasure. Her eyes would hold his own, lust radiating out at him as he held her on his cock, her throat contracting around him. When he finally released her she would pop off of him with a gasp for air and a mischievous smile. And then she was take him down again, and come back off, sucking hard. Again and again, making his eyes roll back with pleasure.
And one final time. He would slide into that hot, little mouth, feel her tongue dance around the bulging vein on the underside, and spurt his hot cum into the back of her mouth. She would lick and suck, until he had nothing left to give, and swallow his see-
"Oh, Merlin, ahhh, uhhh I love you Her-" He cut himself off as he came into Pansy's mouth- not hers, never hers. But it was not fast enough, and Pansy, with her thin, silky black hair, had heard his declaration of love. Her eyes lit with happiness and her thin, unappealing lips curved upwards in a smile. As she stood he tucked his spent member back into his trousers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too, Drakey."
Draco supposed it couldn't be helped, he would play along.
When there was no hope for unrequited love, all one could do, must do, is act the part you were raised to play.
And so he did. He acted.
And he watched her, his Hermione.