Cathy's vocal cords wavered as her screams joined the crowds' roaring sound. Her auburn curls that were dusted with purples and blues swayed when she gracefully danced with the vibrating bass. The crowd surged her back and forward. She could feel the alcohol flow through her veins that hypnotised her let go just that little bit more. She let out another shout as the beat quicken and she rolled her body that little bit faster. A petite arm settled over her shoulders and Cathy glanced at her best friend, Rachel, who had her blue eyes closed and was grinning widely as they grooved with the crazy mosh.
Beads of sweat trickled down Cathy's back that allowed her white floral shirt to turn transparent and stick in certain places. Quickly, brushing a bead of sweat off her forehead, she leaned towards the dark hair man in front of her and roughly tapped his shoulder. He slowly turned them and gave them a quizzical look. Cathy gave him a flirtatious wink and smile before she gestured towards Rachel and herself, then pointed up. He gave a flirty wink back before grabbing his drunk friend next to him.
Cathy and Rachel were boosted up onto the guys' shoulders and were given a clear view of the moving mosh pit. Cathy's dark eyes focused on the DJ booth on the centre stage, The Double-Trouble Twins, and threw her arms high in the air as their song transitioned to the next deadly beat. She called out with the crowd and danced on as the dusk light grew darker.
In the evening light, Cathy and Rachel stood in a never-ending line that lead to a drink stall.
"This is taking forever…" complained Rachel, as she stood on her tip toes to see over the queue line. "Let's just head to the pub near our hotel. Cheaper drinks, shorter queues."
"Yes, but less cute guys," replied Cathy. She was scoping the crowd for boys that could warm her bed for the night.
"Really? I thought we agreed that it was a girl's weekend away," said Rachel. "I thought we were going to focus on us, girls and forget about stupid boys, you know. Especially your clingy ex."
Cathy stopped listening because she saw a stillness in the crowd and zoned in on a tall man staring her way. He leaned casually against a rusty burger stall and appeared radiant in comparison to the sweaty crowd. She let a smirk grace her lips before she let her tongue lick them slowly.
"Sometimes, to get over someone, you need to get under them. Save our spot; grab me a beer girl!" said Cathy, before she turned on her golden sandals and sauntered towards the lonesome man. His eyes remained on her as she walked closer. As he leant off the food stall, he stood tall and powerful among the drunken mass bearing a black hoodie, dark trousers and trainer shoes. He adjusted his hoodie sleeves, but left his hood up covering most of his hair. But she could see wisps of blonde locks that had escape throughout the evening. Cathy looked back towards his sharp eyes and was surprised to find that they were startling silver. Her heart thudded in her chest when she was finally in close proximity to him.
"So, lost your friends or you always this lonely?" she said flirtatiously with a subtle smile.
He eyed her quite blankly and her heart stuttered a little that he might possible reject her. However, a smirk graced those oh-so-wonderous lips.
"A little bit of both. What about you? Do you always ditch your friends, or do you like to be alone with a terribly, lonely man like me?" he said with a devilish tone and stepped closer to her. His fingers lightly moving down her arms. Goosebumps prickled her skin and her breath caught in her throat.
"Sometimes, I do. Depends on the guy though…" she replied, thoughtfully. "Depends on if he's worth it or not. But on your last point, I don't think we're alone right now." She turned slowly and gestured around them, before turning back to his bad-boy smirk. "We could be alone though. I have a room that will allow us hours of time together."
She held her breath in her throat as he leaned toward her and roughly brushed her ear with his lips, "I'd make it worth your time so, lead the way dear." She smiled in satisfaction and kissed him briefly on the cheek.
As quick as she could, she ran back to Rachel, who was still waiting in the beer queue and updated her on the change of the evening plans.
"You're leaving me for that….." Rachel's face of annoyance turned into shock when she took in the handsome man. "…for… for that hunk of a man. Girl, go! I will see you tomorrow morning with all the goss."
Cathy winked at Rachel before hurrying back the mysterious dark-clothed man. When she reached him, she grabbed his hand and directed him towards the exit of the music festival.
"How close is your hotel?" he said melodically. She was suddenly knocked into by passing partygoers, which made her fall back into him. This action had managed to knock back his hood and it fell revealing silky long blonde locks.
"Not too far," she replied, while absently distracted by his revealed hair. She thought it completed him, if anything. His stance seemed to grow and obtain a more powerful vibe. It made her want to ravish him even more.
Her small hand tapped her cleavage for her small room key card, because, of course, where else would a woman hid a room key card and lift her assets at the same time. Well, that's where she remembered she put it. Maybe, she had too much alcohol.
"I know I put it on me somewhere," she said, as she moved her hand around to check her back pockets. Suddenly, a warm hand touched her chest and lightly traced a path to her chest. She looked into those sharp silver eyes and was entranced. Slowly yet teasingly, the hand moved under her top and found the room key card. His fingers brushed her stiff peaks as he pulled the card out and held it up to her.
"Thanks…." She whispered, drawling out the 's'.
"Draco," he added in, while bringing his hand up to her face, tilting her lips towards his.
"Draco…" she breathed out, then closing the gap between them to enter in a searing kiss. Mouths moved through passionate motions. Draco gruffly pushed her against the hotel room door and she distantly heard the beep of entry from her key card.
Stumbling through the doorway, she began tugging his black hoodie up and over his head to reveal a black t-shirt. His hands moved smoothly down her body and yanked her close as their tongue met. She battled against his warm tongue with sensual swipes. Falling back onto the fluffy bed, her legs wrapped around his hips and began grinding into his core. Zips of pleasure pulsed to her lower stomach. Moans escaped her mouth when his mouth began to work down the side of her neck towards her collarbone.
Her dainty fingers traced along the edge of his dark pants before making a climbing path to his chest. She scrapped her nails lightly down his chest, then grabbed the hemline of his shirt and soon, his shirt joined his hoodie on the floor. She glanced at his defined chest and saw black tattoo-like lines warping over his shoulder to his back.
Curiously, she raised her point finger to trace the dark lines that started from his left forearm to the shoulder when suddenly he gripped her hand and pinned it above her head.
"I wanna see you," as he said this, his eyes seemed to spark dangerously. With his spare hand, he rapidly tore her white floral shirt off. Soon, followed by her light pink lacey brassiere. A gasp escaped her lips when he started teasing her nipples with his harsh mouth and hand. She arched into his touch and enthusiastically rocked into his core, hunting for that sweet release.
She heard a groan come from his throat, sending shots of pleasure deeper into her core.
"You look so beautiful," he murmured, before pinning both of her hands above her head. "So much like her…"
Cathy wasn't sure on what she heard, but that quiet whisper almost stopped her movements of passion. Draco's spare hand unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down her legs, accompanied by knickers. She laid bare to him and watched his silver eyes dance up and down her body. He unpinned her hands from above her head as he reached for her face. He placed a searing kiss on her lips and began to fiercely kiss down her body towards the curls that covered her wet core. However, he stilled at her stomach and placed delicate kisses there. She fisted her hands into his hair and gently pushed his head to continue its journey, but he remained where he was.
"They say that the higher prize you want, the higher the cost will be," he gravelled out whilst dragging his wet lips across her skin. "I'm willing to pay with everything to get what I want. Would you?"
At that moment, he looked at her with wide open eyes and she frantically nodded, just to shut him up. Like what the hell was this idiot on about anyway? Maybe she should make this quick and find Rachel again.
"Who wouldn't want to get want their dream of?" she replied and tried to subtly push his head again. Though, he still didn't move, but relief flooded his face. He slowly kissed her stomach again and got closer. She arched her aching core towards his lips and tried not to huff in annoyance when he spoke again.
"My family doesn't understand this need that I have, and I want to keep with traditions. The book said, more blood will help with transition." He was breathing right over her core now. Lips ghosting that bundle of nerves. "So, more blood I will pay with."
Cathy was just about to shove this Draco away and tell him to fuck off when he, finally, moved his hot mouth to burrow in between her thighs. His tongue made quick concise movements that sent her arching off the bed. Fingers grasping the soft sheets and she felt herself approaching that edge of ecstasy. She reached out her hand to grasp his silky blonde locks, but he remained out of distance.
Her whole body began to spasm. She could feel her walls pulsing erratically as she was thrown into the depths of her orgasm.
That's when she felt the cool steel sink down into her lower abdomen. She tried to move away from the unexpected pain, but Draco held her down with his strong arm over her waist. She felt her heart speed up with horror and adrenaline. Pain and pleasure swept through her lower body.
She felt her arms grow heavy and her once sturdy legs fell from around his hips. Her body fought to the spasms of ecstasy still jumping through her veins. Draco's tongue worked heavily against her clit that caused her walls to continue their flutter and pulses. A coldness began to sweep over her body from the knife that stuck out of her body. Her dark eyes locked onto the dagger that began to glow with a dark flame. She willed her hand to reach up and pulled it out. But she sunk deeper into the waves of pleasure and pain.
The room began to dim in her vision. The flames on the dagger grew higher and then all she could see, and feel was blackness.
Draco heard the girl garble out her last breath and then, became completely still. He pulled his damp mouth away from her heated core and lifted his arm off the dead girl's body to wipe his mouth somewhat clean. He carelessly pulled out the platinum knife with a wet noise. He checked over the dagger that was carefully carved with the Malfoy crest in the wooden handle. He slid off the hotel standard bed and didn't both to look back to watch the limps of the lifeless body drop on the bed.
He drew a cotton cloth from the back pocket of his trousers and wiped the blade clean. He picked up his clothes off the floor and roughly pulled his shirt back on. Carefully, he wrapped the hoodie around the magical blade as his quicksilver eyes did a finally sweep of the hotel room, before exiting the room and made his way out of the hotel.
"Eighteen down. Two to go and then, I'm coming for you Granger," he muttered as he stepped off the street curb and walked back towards the bass-filled music concert.