AN: Hello all! ImportedFineTime here, trying out some writing for the heck of it. Hopefully it works out, everybody likes it (or tells me what they don't like), and we can keep going from there. Also, if there is a story similar to this one out there floating around will someone please make me aware? I don't want to step on anyone's toes...
Disclaimer: I don't own a single bit of the Harry Potter universe. If I did, I would have more than just two cats.

Demon Child

Summary: His secret hadn't manifested until the spring of his Sixth Year. It had waited, patiently, seeking out the perfect match, the perfect partner. And when his secret came to light, her world was plunged into darkness.

He was crushing her.
His body smothered hers, his mouth sucking the air from hers with a force so unstoppable that he knew she would be lightheaded in short order.

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He pressed harder into her, desperate for the feel of her through their sweaters and slacks. She gave a whimper, not of pain but of something like a mixture between pleasure and need, and he returned her noise with a groan of pure greed.

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His hands buried themselves in her hair, pulling and twisting and tangling in the gloriously dark strands until he felt some of it come free from her scalp. And then she yelped for real, pained and surprised, and it just spurred him on. He fell deeper into her again, her body pinned tight between his own frame and the stone wall.

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She was gasping, clutching at the back of his head and his shoulders and his neck, clawing at his chest and arms and trying to convey that perhaps he should stop pushing her so hard. He didn't. He kept going, lips fierce against her cheeks and the column of her throat and the lobe of her ear.

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"Malfoy." It came out as a throaty gasp, one he immediately misinterpreted. He dove in eagerly, an arm winding around her side and through the smallest of gaps between the wall and the sway of her back to press her up and into him even more. They were practically welded together now, the stitching of their clothes becoming one as he tried to pull her inside of himself. "Malfoy!"

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"Malfoy!" Whining and desperate she called out to him once more, her hands pushing at his shoulders and chest and biceps to try and make him stop. He gave a growl from deep within his gut and slammed his body tighter against hers, not caring that his arm was still wedged against the wall and that he had probably cut it on the jagged surface. His free hand slipped from her hair to the joining of her neck and shoulder, possessively splayed over the pale flesh he had tortured with his mouth moments ago. "Malfoy please!"

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He swallowed her next complaint, captured the breaking hitch of her breath with his tongue as his hand tightened on the pretty skin of her throat. His thumb pressed into the hard ridge of her windpipe and she gave a tiny gurgle of shock, another noise that he quickly devoured. He managed to get his arm out from behind her and made short order of her tie and the first few buttons of her now wrinkled shirt.

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Her chest heaved with the effort it took to breathe through all of his smothering lust, the tops of her breasts exposed by his furious unbuttoning. Her skin was flushed, a pale pink of frustration and excitement that he didn't see because he was too busy trying to consume all of the air inside her. He heard the sharp inhale, the desperate rush of oxygen through her nostrils, and he fell into her again, crushing her slim body with his considerably heavier person.

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He didn't stop when he tasted the salt of a tear on her lips, didn't stop when she tried to turn her head away from his wicked mouth, didn't stop when she let out a jagged cry as he bit down on a spot on her jaw in aggravation.

"Please, stop."

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He knew what was going to happen if he didn't stop. It happened every time he refused to quit, refused to give her up. He felt the scream building in her throat, his thumb still lodged at the bottom of her windpipe, and he could stop it with a single press, a single increase of pressure. But he never did...

Her scream was wild.

AN: So, just a little taste...I should have the next chapter up by the end of the weekend, I have to go back over and format and nitpick through what I already have written. I hope you all like it.