" I want you," he growled out, pinning her to the wall. She smiled, a sickly sweet, false grin, that made him want to backhand her. Wrapping her long, slender fingers round the back of his neck, she slammed his lips onto hers, nipping at his bottom lip,
"How much?" She whispered, playfully. He ground the lower half of his body into hers, she gasped, a desperate needy sound. He was the only one, the only one that made her feel like this, and she was the only one he would come back to. Every night it was the same, a knock on her window, she would run to it, knowing full well who it was. They would have a drink, then he would fuck her senseless. He never stayed. She never asked him to, he was needed elsewhere, and who was she to stop him from his destiny?
Tonight had been different, he had grabbed her as soon as she had granted him access to her room, twisting his elegant fingers in her dark hair, taking her lips in a bruising kiss. Pushing her up against the wall. She loved it.
"What are you waiting for? Do it," She whispered huskily. He tore her underwear from her body, she popped the button on his jeans, dragging them down, she raised an eyebrow, "No underwear, baby? Risqué." He chuckled, then without further ceremony, thrust up into her willing body. Her scream of pleasure tore through the air, and he had to bite her lip to keep her from making anymore noise. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper into her, he responded by forcing her head forward, crashing their lips together. She bit down on his lip, drawing blood, he drew back, and savagely attacked her neck, biting down hard, leaving an angry red mark, as if to say to the world, she belongs to me. They came together, like always, perfectly in sync with each other. It was in this aftermath, that the walls came down, and he would stroke her hair lovingly, kiss her gently, and whisper that he would love her forever. A single tear always ran down her face, and she would cry, "I love you to," and then he was always gone. In this way, this night was no different to the others, he carried her to her bed, laid her down gently, and silently left the way he came. She stared after him, watching him chase across the grounds, before disappearing in an instant. She could still feel him, on her skin, on her lips, inside her. Always the lasting impression, at least until the next time.
Pansy Parkinson & Draco Malfoy, together forever. Not even a price on his head could sway that. She would always wait for him, and he would always come to her. That's how it had always been, and that's how it would remain.
Until...
Okay, so, this kind of jumped into my head the other day, I know, I know, I should be updating Harmonious Fire...BUT I'm having writers block, and I needed this to practice...but if you like it, I do kind of want to continue with it. Draco/Pansy relationship is kind of intriguing. Much Love Sarah xxxx