A/N: Fic inspired by "Haunted" from Evanescence's Fallen.
I own nothing but my words.
Feeling You~
Long, lost words whisper slowly to me
A sudden rush transmitted through her body, taking her out of the stupor she had started to elapse into.
She could feel it.
Like a biting, cold air stabbing at her every nerve. Her quill shook violently in her nervous quivering hand.
She could feel it.
Why must she be an object of lust for those icy orbs of steel? Only a slave to his pleasure.
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
"Studying, are you, Miss Granger?"
Her voice cracked, "Y-yes"
Her timid response seemed like an invitation to him. He carefully edged his long fingers across her slender shoulders; then, smiled as she gradually tensed at his touch. He brought his mouth to her ears. "Tell me, Miss Granger, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
"Draught of Living Death," she answered, nervously eyeing his suspicious movements.
"That's right," he whispered with amusement, "good girl." The ridge of his lips now grazed her hairline.
I know you're still there
"Late nights in the library. You must feel so vulnerable," he said calmly, deriving much pleasure from her winces. "Such a soft, helpless thing."
Watching you, wanting me
She closed her eyes to disappear and relaxed her trembling body. She was allowing herself to give into him with no resistance.
"Good girl," he mocked.
Watching you pull me downFearing you, loving you
His dangerous charm was only deadly force. Only darkness. It would be done, and no one would suspect young Master Malfoy.
Hunting you, I can smell you- Alive
Your heart pounding in my head
He reached for what he wanted. His firm grip on her; caressing her small, tender breasts. Forcing himself upon what he desired the most.
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me
He never shared a glance with her until he was done with his manlyhood's prize. Done without effort. He ran his hands along her jaw and down her neck while commenting, "It's amazing how something that supports us all is so fragile." He pressed down harder on her neck at the sight of her tears. "Shush! Don't cry, Granger, your dreams won't leave you here. This rampant chaos is reality."
He gazed at her tear-stained face and whispered harshly before turning away, "Good fuck, girl."
Watching me