I own nothing in this magical world.
He had her trapped ever before she knew it.
"I don't think you know who you're dealing with princess" he said lightly but she knew it was laced with poison. That was who he was after all. He was handsome and he made you want him but if you got too close, you couldn't get away, unless he let you.
She had walked as far backwards as she could and was now leaning against a small table that was placed underneath the hall mirror. Damn it. She gulped silently but she did not look away from his piercing gaze.
"You work for me. I own you. Not the other way around" he said through his teeth as he pushed his body up against her getting his face as close to hers as possible. His eyes were the darkest she'd ever seen them. He was angry, of that she was sure.
"You don't own me!" she said, trying to stay brave and stand her ground. "I may work for you but that doesn't give you the right to disrespect me the way you have an-"
Before she could finish he reached behind her, grabbing the edge of the table and quickly pulled it from behind her throwing it down the hall. It collided with the opposite wall, breaking the two front legs.
She yelped loudly as she fell the rest of the way to the wall. Just as her head was about to hit the mirror behind her head, he moved his other hand to the base of her neck and lowered her head to rest against the mirror.
She was breathing heavily now. She knew that he wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't…she hoped.
He looked unfazed. The only thing that was off with him was the color of his eyes. They looked like the sky outside, stormy and unpredictable.
"You see, that's where you're wrong. You do belong to me. You know what that means princess?" he said stepping closer, pushing her into the wall. His body was hard against her soft curves. And he was hot, very hot. You would imagine someone like him to be cold and incapable of even feeling warmth. But that was untrue, seeing as his body heat was raising her own.
He leaned in and placed his lips near her ear but never touching her. "It means that I can do whatever I want to you and you would be able to do a thing about it." She knew he was right. There may be laws to protect the servants but he was a Malfoy. Despite their position in the war, the ministry still depended on their money and they held a lot of influence and were given a tremendous amount of deference. If Malfoy wanted to, he could make her disappear and no one would blink an eye in his direction. There will probably never be a time when Malfoy's didn't rule the world…and everyone in it.
When he removed his hand from her neck, she wasn't sure but now that same hand was pushing her thick hair over her shoulder.
"I don't want you to touch me." She closed her eyes and prayed that someone heard the table crash into the wall or even her yell, but she knew they wouldn't. They were too far into the wing and away from the rest of the house for that.
"Now, we both know that's not true" he said with laughter in his voice. He was running his fingers back and forth along her jaw. "We both know that you really want me to touch you." His fingertips glided up her cheek and wrapped some of her hair behind her ear. She shivered as his fingers continued down the side of her neck and across her collar bone slowly. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his touch. His breath was warm on the other side of her neck. He moved so their cheeks were touching ever so slightly. He then pulled his face back so just the tip of his nose slid across her cheek until it touched hers and they were face to face.
"And we both know that if I were to kiss you" he breathed on her lips, noses still touching. "…you would want it and you would kiss me back." With her eyes still closed, she felt his hand come back up, grab her by the back of her neck and tilt her head upwards. She complied and her breath shuttered.
"Look at me" he demanded. She pried her eyes open slowly. She looked at his mouth first, so close to her own. The only thing she could think was how perfect his lips were and what they tasted like…
"Look at me" he repeated in a whisper. Her eyes shot to his. The look he gave her was…confusing, once again. It seemed like he had so many she could never tell exactly what he was feeling. Not that she wanted to anyways.
His other hand gripped her hip hard and her body melted against his. She didn't know when things changed from angry to 'this', whatever this was, but she wanted it. She had never felt the things she was feeling right now and she didn't want it to stop because she was scared of what would happen if it did.
They were standing there, him wrapped around her, staring into each other's eyes. Then the unthinkable happened.
He kissed her.
His lips touched hers, barely and just for a second.
It was fire. It was electricity. It was magic and she knew he felt it to, he had to.
His eyes were closed now and he rested his forehead against hers. He was breathing hard and deep. His hands never moved but held her tighter.
Her hands came to life and shakily moved up his arms. His muscles tensed then relaxed under her touch. She moved then up his neck and cupped his face. His skin was perfect, the softest thing she ever felt. He let out his breath onto her lips. His control was slipping, she could feel it.
She leaned up with bravery and kissed him. She closed her eyes and waited for him to respond. When he didn't, she pulled back and dropped her hands to her sides. She turned to walk away but he didn't let go.
She looked up into his eyes in surprise. He fisted his hands into her hair and growled "you're mine." Then he kissed her, hard. It was the best kiss she had ever gotten. His lips were soft and inviting and she just wanted more. He took the lead and nipped at her lips with his teeth making her whimper. Her hands mimicked his and found their way to his hair.
She opened her mouth for him and when his tongue touched her she moaned into his mouth. She felt his body shiver and he pulled completely away from her. The draft from the hall swept in and stole the heat he had given her.
The loss was devastating.
He walked back to lean against the opposite wall. They were both panting and trying to catch their breaths. After a few minutes he pushed away from the wall and fixed his clothes. He looked up at her and held her gaze.
"I meant what I said." He ran his fingers through his hair, turned and walked towards his rooms.
She stood there trying to collect her thoughts and stop the buzzing that was going on in her body. She was in trouble and she knew it.
"Damn you Draco Malfoy."