Not many of the characters in this fanfiction belong to me, but Terra DOES! Alright?! Now, I'm TRYING to make Draco evil, but its a little hard. He ended up a little bit of a pervert with magical powers in this chapter, but thats ok! This is my first attempt at a lemon, and I'd just like to say: English teachers may not want to read this! Kristi (you know who you are) If you read this.. PLEASE don't kill me.. and if theres something you have a problem with, tell me in a review. I don't mind flames. At least not yet. :P
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Terra was an ordinary witch. She was sixteen, and like other witches, she just recieved her letter from Hogwarts. Like most witches would, she was extatic upon hearing that she would be Head Girl for the Gryffindor House.. but wait.. she's not in Gryffindor! she was in a 'league of her own' as Dumbledor had insisted, but she couldn't see how. After all, she was just a normal witch, but in any case, she had her own house, her own one person Quidditch Team, her own icon. The Bear.
She knew much about the boy they called 'Draco Malfoy' after all, he was one of the two heartthrobs of Hogwarts- the other, Harry Potter, had been her boyfriend at one time. In fact, he is at this moment. And being the 'boy who lived's girlfriend, she is glad that she never had to meet Draco.
That is about to change.
The Bear And The Serpent
By Garnet311
"Terra!" The sixteen year old girl's mother called, running out of the house to catch her daughter. "Don't forget these, you're original house colors." She pushed her daughters velvetty black hair back, and wrapped a scarf around her daughters neck. "Tsk tsk tsk, you can't go to school like this! Get back inside, and hurry!" She cried, pulling Terra back into the house. "Damn, almost got away..." Terra muttered softly to herself, her green eyes staring aprehensively at her mother. Her mother glared, "Terra Branford, watch you're language." She scolded before pushing her into a chair. "Oh well.." Terra muttered to herself, glaring at her mother through the corner of her eye, 'I'll just have to take out whatever stupid hairdo she does..' She thought, and watched her through the mirror. She pulled her hair into a tight pony tail, and used the scarf of red and silver to tie it. It fell into pieces. The mother clucked her tongue. "needs an elastic, ma." Terra muttered quietly, watching her struggle. "Ah, thats what I was missing!" The mother exclaimed, pulling her daughters hair back again, and this time, conjuring an elastic in it. She then wrapped the scarf around it, and helped her stand, "Now you need some make-up.." "Mom.." "How do you think you're going to catch a man without it??" Terra sighed, looking at her mother, "Mom. I've already caught a man. His name is Harry Potter, Remember?? And besides, I'm going to miss the train.." Her mother sighed, "Alright, alright. Hurry up. Oh, and make sure not to forget to set up the port key." She rolled her eyes, "whatever ma. See you next year." she said playfully, and kissed her mother on the cheek, running out of the house, and into the run down car.
Draco Malfoy pushed past his little sister as he walked outside, "Mother, I need the port key." He drawled, glancing at the older woman. She sighed, "Draco- oh never mind. Here." She handed her son a small earring, "Now I expect you to see you for the hollidays." Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes, woman, I know." He muttered irritably, "Did you charm it?" The woman nodded, and watched her son apparate, dropping the earring.
Chapter One
I honked the horn, standing in my seat, "C'mon!!" I yelled at the trafic, wishing I could just apparate out of here, but alas, my family was not a rich one, and I couldn't depend on house elves to carry my things. One of the men in their car stood out their window, "Fuck you!" He yelled back at me. Oooh, I would love to curse him right now... I growled, and sat back in my seat, pulling the ribbon out of my hair, and tossing it onto the passanger seat. I pulled the elastic out as well, and felt the locks. Damp. Of course, mother just couldn't use a spell to dry it, could she?? Oh well, by the time I got to the train station it'd be dry, and wavy as well. Before long, much sooner then I expected, I saw the exit for the King Cross Trainstation, and turned off, pushing my hair out of my green eyes. As I drove down the smaller street, I searched through my purse with one hand, glancing down every once in a while for my ticket. After finding it, I searched the spot Harry and I had agreed in meeting. He was no where to be seen.. I sighed, "Oh well." I muttered to myself, "His aunt and Uncle probably made him go on ahead. He'll probably have a box saved for us on the train." Though I seriously doubted his aunt and uncle had forced him to go to wizarding school, after all, they were the most idiotic muggles I had ever met. I parked the car, and popped the trunk to get my stuff out. I got out, and stared down at it dolefully. Why had I brought so much?? There was no way I could get it all to the train in.. I looked at the clock.. ten minutes! Not without magic, at any rate. I sighed, 'Alright Terra.. think now..' I let my head hit the top of the trunk. "I know.." I took a deep breath, and covered my face, forcing tears to come. Before I knew it, there were at least ten people there, asking me what was wrong. "I," I sniffled, "I have to get to my train in..in ten minutes, and look at all this.." I whimpered. Jesus, I was a better actress then I thought. "Allow me to assist you." A voice hissed from behind me. I looked at the person, and paled. Draco Malfoy. Of all people... And it appeared that he knew me as well. My heart sank. But, I supposed, he was better then asking a muggle. They wouldn't be able to come far enough to help, after all, they can't get into the platform 9 3/4. He smirked at my pale expression, and looked around at the other muggles, "She'll be alright. I'm going to help her." They nodded, and walked away. "You truly are a good actress.. compared to muggles." He drawled, pulling a crate from out of my trunk. I glanced at him as I pulled a rolling suitcase out, "I'll take that as a compliment." I muttered, and set it down on the ground. He pulled out the last duffle bag, "You do that." He slammed the trunk shut, and handed me the bag so he could carry the crate. "Why are you helping me?" I asked finally, as we passed gate seven. He shrugged, "because you're a pretty, pureblood witch in need of assistance. Probably the only one I haven't fucked." He stated. I glared, "Watch you're language, and I belong to 'Potter' as you call him." He looked at me, "Oh you do? Then I wonder what he's doing with that Chang girl." I froze, "Chang...?" He nodded, and nudged me to keep going. "You can look for yourself." He set the crate down in front of the assistants at the train, "Need back up?" I shook my head, putting the duffle bag down, "I can handle myself just fine, thank-you-very-much." I snapped before jogging into the train. I scanned through the boxes, and sure enough, there was Harry. In the box I had called in to save with us. And sure enough, there was Cho Chang. My heart began to pound at the position they were in. Chang was sitting on his lap, and they appeared to be intertwined in a deep kiss. I gulped, "Talking.." I reasoned, "They're just.. talking.." The train lurched into movement as I walked into the box. They were kissing, definately, judging from the blush that spred over Chang's face as she pulled away from my boyfriend. "Oh. Branford. Nice to see you." I almost lost it. How dare she?? "Chang. Pity I can't say the same." I replied in a cold tone, glaring daggers at the two. Harry looked at me, "Its not what you think, Terr.." I glared, "How would you know what I think?" I asked, heat rising from my heart, and spreading through my entire body, "And to you, I am Branford. We're over, Potter." I wrenched the ring he had given me off of my finger, and threw it at him. I stormed down the hall, my mind swirling, my heart screaming at me. somewhere distant in my mind I knew I was supposed to go to the headboy/girl meeting, but I couldn't. I just couldn't go into the public after this. I threw myself into the bathroom, and pounded my head against the door, locking it. I broke, and collapsed, tears flooding my eyes, my body shaking violently. I heard someone tap on the door, "Terr?" It was that swine, Potty wee Potter. "Go away!" I yelled, and heard the lock click open. I locked it again. "I said GO AWAY!!" After a series of unlocking, and relocking, Potter finally left, and I was alone again. About ten minutes later, someone else was tapping on the door. "Hun? Are you ok?" The stewerdess called in, trying to see through the keyhole. A slight laugh escaped my lips, Oh yes, my mind was so boggled I could hardly tihnk errr.. think, my heart was yelling at me so loudly it made me shake, but I was just dandy. "I'm fine!" I called out, covering the keyhole with my hair. "There's a gentleman out here who wants to speak with you! Hey-" Then came Draco's voice, "Terra? Are you in there?" he called, his normal drawl suddenly sounding somehow soothing. "Y-yeah.." I choked. "Can I come in?" I looked at the lock, and nodded slowly, standing and moving farther away from the door, "If you can get it unlocked.." He muttered alohamora under his breath, and opened the door a crack, just enough to slip in. And he did slip in, his normaly slicked back hair falling into his face. His gray eyes, piercing as they were, had never appeared so kind to me. To anyone, for that matter. He pushed the door closed behind him, and spred his arms to me. And then I did the unthinkable: I ran into his arms, and burried my head into his shoulder. I didn't care who he was, at this point, comfort was comfort. "Shhh.." He whispered, stroking my hair, "He's just an idiot who can't keep his paws to himself.. you're alright now..." I closed my eyes, I wanted to surrender, but I had to remember. This was a death eater's son, here! I, an Order of the Pheonix, member can't just fall into him, can't just give up just because Harry had hurt me. "You know you missed the meeting, right? The headboy/girl meeting." He asked me. I nodded slowly, "yeah.. who am I sharing a house with?" He looked down at me, and pushed hair out of my pale face, "me."
I gasped, and wrenched away from him in surprise, "But you're- but I'm- we're not-" I seemed to be at a lack for words. He laughed at my reaction, "Yes, I am quite aware that I am a male." He stated, "And that you're a female, and that we're not the same gender." Had he read my mind somehow?? He smiled at my gaping figure, "They thought we'd be.. good together." Ha, as if Draco Malfoy would follow the rules just because I told him to. But I knew that wasn't what he meant by 'good'. The headmaster was trying to force us into a relationship. And I wouldn't let that happen. "C'mon." He suggested, taking my arm, "I'm just itching to beat the shit out of that Potter guy." I smiled faintly, and let him lead me out, but the train had already arived at the school. "shit.." he whispered, and glanced around. I held my head, "Jesus. Just imagine, head boy and head girl, not even in their school robes.." I looked down at my clothes. He glanced at me, and drew his wand. He whispered something, and my clothes suddenly turned into my school robes, and so did his. But the ribbon was back in my hair. I tugged at it, but it wouldn't come undone. He smirked at me as he walked out of the train. My jaw nearly dropped, "MALFOY!!!" I yelled. This would be a long year.....
I heard him laughing as I ran after him. When I finally caught up to him, I started my plan for laying into him. "Draco Malfoy, who do you think you are, forcing me to wear this stupid scarf in my hair???" I exclaimed in as much of a whisper as I could, because the students were walking behind us. He smirked at me, "I think it looks good. Keeps your hair out of those pretty eyes of yours." I glared, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Malfoy!" He looked at me, "I was being honest...For once." I nearly froze, but he pulled me along, and I was forced to continue. When we were finally in the Great hall, Headmaster Dumbledor gave us a long speech. I tried to comprehend all of it, but I couldn't understand it at all. The distraction of Draco on my left side, the endless chatter from the Hufflepuff table, and the sorting hat singing, combined, was just too much. But when he said my name and Draco's name, I snapped my attention back. "Due to recent events, Ms. Terra Branford, and Mr. Draco Malfoy, also known as the head boy of Slytherin, and Head Girl of Griffindor, will be teaching a class on whatever they deem necissary. Also..." He went on with his speech, and left me staring. Me?? Teach a class with Malfoy?? On whatever we deem necissary?! Was I supposed to make the decission?! Draco nudged my shoulder, and leaned over, "We're supposed to go to the Common Room now." He whispered, and I realized that Dumbledor had finally finished speaking. I blinked, "O-oh. I'll be in in a while.. Right now I get the strong urge to read.." I stood, and walked toward the library. He sighed, following me, "You weren't listening to him, were you?? He didn't give us the password." I glanced at him, "Thats because we're supposed to make it up." He smirked, "So you were listening. I've got the password in mind, but I'm not telling you." He turned his back on me, and walked down the hall. I rolled my eyes, I could squeeze it out of the portrait later. I walked into the library, and sat down at one of the tables, and put my head down, thinking. My time spent in the library was utterly uneventful, but at least it was safe. Well, safe as safe could be in Hogwarts Castle. I still had the ghosts, particularly Peeves to deal with. His endless song of 'Terra got dumped by potter' to the tune of the Blues Clues song became quite annoying, but I managed to keep myself under control, and seeing that he wasn't getting a rise, he gave up. I had half expected Malfoy to come down to the library to make sure I had the password, but the other half of me told me the bastard didn't care. I sighed, hitting my head on the table for what must've been the fifteenth time before standing, and grabbing the book. I stuffed it into my book bag, which I carried with me everywhere I went. I strode out of the library, my high healed boots immediately clicking the moment they hit the tiled hall. I sighed, realizing I didn't even know where the portrait was. "A small set back.." I reassured myself quietly as I began randomly wandering the halls. What did the portrait look like? How would I know if I saw it? What level of the castle was it on? Damn, I wish I listened to the headmaster when I could. Oh well. I wasn't a complete goody goody. I knew how to navigate through the castle, after all, the head master was my grand father... I growled as fatigue began to take its toll. I was a young girl, I shouldn't be this easy to tire, but then again, I did have an early morning, and a late night last night. And I had cried my eyes out in the train, that would have something to do with it. I rubbed my eyes, slumping against one of the walls. Well, I could spend the night out here and then go to my classes like nothing happened. Force Draco.. no, no, not first names.. Malfoy to lead me back to the common room. Yeah, thats what I'd do- no, no, no that couldn't possibly work. I had to find the common room. Had to keep walking.. I took two more steps, and collapsed, holding my head. This wasn't natural. When I set my mind to moving, I moved. No measure of fatigue would stop me. And yet here I was, on the ground, unable to stand. A spell. It had to be a spell. "Who's there?!" I snapped, though my voice wasn't very threatening, do to the wariness. I heard little scuttling footsteps. Oh god, not them. Not now.. scratches began lining my legs, but I couldn't get up to stop the attack. All I could do was sit there, and let the little demons scratch me into bits, and hope I can explain it to Pop-pop, and everyone else, without having to give away my secret. "Terra?" A female voice called tentatively. It was Hermoine. "Hermoine!!" I cried, new courage filling me. "Course it ain't Terra!" Ron exclaimed sarcastically, from under an invisable cloak, apparently. He put on a high pitched voice, " 'Oh no Ron, that can't possibly be Terr-' oww!! Oi, what was that for?!" Hermoine pushed the cloak off of her, and ignighted the tip of her wand. She knelt down near me, and the demons scuttled away from the light, "Damn girl, what'd you do to your legs??" I shook my head, "Its nothing. I have to find my common room." Hermoine looked at me hesitantly, before nodding, "..Kay.. how are we supposed to help you with that?" I sighed, "I dunno.. Take me to the headmaster, I guess.." Ron pushed the cloak off of himself, "We can't do that!! Then he'll know we're up after hours!!" I bit my lip. It was after hours already?? Hermoine glared at Ron, "We can take her to her old common room. I still remember where it is." I shook my head, "He would've changed it by now.." Hermoine shook her head back, "He didn't. I asked." I shrugged, "Well then.. take me there.. Anywhere where there's a bed.." And so, Ron and Hermoine, two who I had thought of as ex-friends until now, led me to my old common room. The one where I had been for most of my years here, and became proud of my house animal. The bear. It was like any other common room I had seen, save maybe for Slytherin. A big, comfy couch was in the center of the room, and chairs littered the area between it, and the fireplace. There were tables everywhere to do my homework at, and one bathroom. Stairs led up to the dormitory, my old room. I had spent one summer here, the one after my third year. My mother had been in the armed service, and my father had died there. I spent the night on the couch, even though I knew Pop-pop wouldn't have put anyone in my room. In the morning, I gathered all my books, and zoomed out of the common room I previously had used, running toward the great hall. I plopped into my designated chair with surprising force. It made my bum hurt severely. Draco.. err.. Malfoy leaned over to whisper into my ear, "What took you so long?" I glared, "M. Y. O. B." I hissed, before sticking my fork into a pancake. He pinned my fork down with his, "You weren't in the common room either." I glared at him, lifting his fork away from mine with my free hand, "I couldn't find it." I lifted the pancake, and dropped it onto my plate, before beginning my search for more food. He watched me, half glaring. "Where did you sleep??" I glanced at him, savoring the confused look, few were able to see the rare sight of confusion gracing his pale features. I wanted.. needed.. to keep that confusion there. "Doesn't matter." I stated, and began eating. He glared at me, "I'll find out. You know I will." I shrugged, "Go ahead and try." I took a bite of the pancake, and stood, not truly full, but worried about getting to my class on time. I was relieved that Malfoy didn't follow me. The class was potions. I sat down in one of the front seats, and low and behold, Malfoy sits next to me. I growled, "I'm not going to tell you." I told him under my breath as we took out our potions book. He glanced at me, "Give it time." The second class was a repeat of the first. As was the third, and the fourth, and by the fifth class, I was beginning to get annoyed. If I lost my train of thought during the final class, Defense against the Dark Arts, I was in incredable trouble!! "Malfoy, don't even think about sitting next to me in D. A. D. A." I hissed while we were in the hall. He glanced at me, "Why? Need your precious train of thought?" I rounded on him, "If you so much as try to distract me during that class I will curse you so badly you're hair would curl if I mentioned the pain to you right now." I threatened, my black hair covering my face like a dark veil. "You're beautiful when you're mad." Malfoy commented dryly, before passing me. I moved my mouth to form words, but ended up settling with growls, and inchoharant mutters under my breath. But, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco sat behind me instead of beside me. Apparently he thought a little bit about my threat. Either that, or he didn't want to make me too angry. Either way, I was satisfied. Class was a normal one, and I followed Malfoy back to the common room. A thing I think he was sure I'd do, considering he tried to loose me three times. Eventually though, when I kept persisting, he led me to the common room. I listened to him when he said the password... Malfoy. Typical. I followed him inside, and dropped my bag on one of the seats casually. He glanced at me, "I don't appreciate people following me." He stated as if it were the begining of a perfectly normal conversation. I shrugged, "Had to figure out where this place was somehow." I replied, kneeling down to look in my bag. Draco.. Malfoy had plopped back down on the couch, black leather, and was watching my every movement. "I don't appreciate people watching me." I stated, pulling a random book out of my bag. "You'll just have to deal with that, then." Malfoy stated with a small smirk, "Where did you sleep last night?" I glanced up, and glared at him, pulling my second book out without even looking. "I told you, I'm not telling." I picked the two books up, and stood, walking toward the large leather chair farthest from the couch. "Then will you tell me what happened to your legs?" He asked, leaning back a bit. I snapped my attention to him. Damn, leave it to Malfoy to notice a few extra scratches. Probably just because they were on my legs. Of course.. these were more then a few extra scratches... "No." I stated after a moments contemplation, and sat carefully in the chair. He shook his head slightly, and stood. I organized myself so that I could read one book, and not be uncomfortable because of the other, ignoring the fact that Malfoy had stood, and was moving toward me. That was a mistake. I wasn't ready when he suddenly slammed the book shut, making me jump. I glared up at him, my eyes narrowed slightly, "What is it now, Malfoy?" I hissed, intending to intimidate him, which wasn't likely considering the fact that not only was he standing over me, but he had a chest of steel, and was probably better at wizard dualing then I. "Where. Did. You. Sleep. Last. Night?" He asked again, leaning on the closed book, and applying pressure just where a male would hate to have pressure. I continued to glare at him, "Its. Not. Important." I stated in the same slow tone he had used with me. He smirked, standing straight again, and removing the pressure. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.. Why was I holding it? I wasn't scared. I would never let Malfoy scare me, the years as Potter's girlfriend had made me hate the twit too much to let him scare me. He moved, too quickly for me to comprehend, to a spot behind me, and took hold of my arms. He pulled me up, letting the two books fall to the floor, and spun me around. I growled, and immediately gained footing so I could pull away from him, but as soon as I gained footing, I lost it. He must've used a jelly leg spell... I instinctively grasped ahold of his arms to keep from falling. All of this had taken me by surprise. I didn't know humans could move that quickly. "Terra, I'm not going to hurt you, but you're going to tell me where you slept last night," He stated in a matter of fact tone, "Or I'll end up making a potion that'll make you tell me." I growled. So tempted to spit in his face and show him just what I'm going to do. But one question was nagging at the back of my mind. Why did he care? "Don't underestimate a witch, Malfoy." I hissed, glaring at him. If looks could kill.... Malfoy lifted an eyebrow, and threw me onto the couch, a moment later he was there on top of me, holding my hands above my head, "Don't underestimate me." I couldn't help it. He was being such a jerk, so sure that he could make me do anything. I spat at him. The saliva landed on the tip of his nose, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting so he could hold my hands with one hand, which he did with ease, and wiped the liquid away from his skin with his other hand. He murmured a spell softly, and I found my hands bound to the arm of the sofa, leaving him free to do whatever he damnwell pleased. He sat up, and looked over me, a slight smirk spredding over his face. I glared, "Don't you even think about it, Malfoy." I hissed, glancing toward my book bag, in which was my wand. "Don't think about what I wonder..." Malfoy drawled, running a finger from my wrist, down my arm, to my neck. I tried to pull my hands free from the rope, but it wasn't any normal rope. It was enchanted rope, and it wouldn't break. I glared at him, my eyes so fierce they'd scare off any animal with any sense whatsoever.. that didn't know my hands were binded, and that I didn't have my wand. He shifted, and lifted my skirt slowly, teasingly. I got still, though I was breathing hard. I would just kick if it got too high.... He lifted my skirt to my thighs, but no higher. He ran his finger down the inside of my leg, making me bite my lip to keep from giggling. Well what else would I do? It tickled!! He grinned at his new discovery, but didn't continue with that path, instead picking up his wand. He whispered a spell, and all of my scratches began to tingle.. and heal. "There," He murmured, "Perfect skin again." he placed his hand flat on my thigh, And slowly began moving it upwards. My immediate response was to kick, but he caught my ankle with his other hand, "Ah ah, Don't want to do that. Might reveal something you don't want me to see..." I glared at him, if I could only move my hands. Sit up. Do something.. His hand neared my hip, and he began moving it so it would come into contact with the lower portion of my stomach. "Just tell me where you slept, or what happened to your legs, and I'll stop." He stated as if it were no big deal, watching me through raised eyebrows. I growled, but it came out more as a whimper. "Thanks for healing me and all, but I'd appreciate it if you'd stop..." He rolled his eyes, "News flash, you're being tortured. I ain't gonna stop cause you'd appreciate it." I glared, and looked at my book bag again. "Accio wand." I muttered. Maybe if I could get my wand.. useless. Malfoy sighed, and plucked my wand right out of the air. I glared at him, and he looked back down at me, "Good try. Except for the fact that your hands are bound." He stated. I didn't care what he said, all I knew was that his hand had stopped moving. Suddenly, that wasn't a reassurance. I suddenly wanted his hand to move, because he had started tickling me, and he had his hand where I was most ticklish. I bit my lip hard to keep from giggling, but even that didn't work. He knew exactly what to do to have what effect on me, and I hated that. I hated being helpless. In fact, I could hardly stand it. "Stop it." I whimpered through my giggles. "All you have to do is tell me." He stated in a matter of fact tone, as he continued to tickle me. "FINE!!" I exclaimed, and he suddenly stopped. "Weell?" He asked. I glared at him, "I slept in my old common room." I stated. He seemed to accept the answer, because he pulled his hand away from me, and the ropes disappeared. I immediately sat up, and pulled my skirt down, glaring at him fiercely. Oh I would get revenge. No one made me feel that helpless without having to suffer the wrath that I could cause. "See? Wasn't that easy?" He asked smirkishly as he stood. I gave him a deathglare, and climbed over the arm of the sofa, quickly moving back to my chair, and picking up my books. Somehow, I knew that wouldn't be the end of my struggles with Malfoy. I had a distinct feeling, that that was just the beginning of what he could... would do to me.
The rest of the night passed without a word, and when it was time, I walked up to my dormitory, carrying my books with me. I didn't trust him with my precious books, if I lost any of those, not only would the profecers kill me, and my parents kill me, but my grandfather would not be pleased either. I closed my eyes, and drifted into sweet slumber.. a slumber too sweet. I found my dreams pleagued by Malfoy, rittled wtih traps. I appeared to be in my room, and I thought that I woke up. Everything was as it should've been, well, almost everything. Draco was leaning against the side of the book shelf, smirking, and the sky outside was swirling with purple and blue. But I couldn't seem to comprehend the fact that this was a dream... I shifted my glare back to Draco, and crossed my arms, "What do you want?" I growled, half sitting up from under the covers. That was a mistake. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, that was true enough, but now I wore a black, sliplike nightgown that hardly covered me. I pulled the covers back over me, spotting the way Draco looked me over. His smirk broadened, and strode slowly toward the bed, and me. "What does a man usually want in a woman's bedroom?" He replied, his voice dark, seductive. I gulped, and pressed my back to the headboard. I silently cursed myself for not bringing my wand up with me when I went to bed. I watched in horror as he slowly climbed onto the foot of my bed, and crawled toward me, watching me with deep, beautiful green eyes. "I.. I think you should leave.." I stuttered, backing up as far as I possibly could. I gasped as I felt myself being wrenched down, forced to lie flat on my back, and in that same moment, Draco was on top of me, using the gasp to have access to my mouth. He held me down by the forearms as he deeply kissed me. I couldn't describe how he tasted, it was a mix of cinnimon and vanilla. But ohh, he was a good kisser... He lifted his mouth from mine, and began kissing along my jawline. I moaned softly, unable to keep it inside. He lifted my arms above my head, and suddenly, I found them handcuffed to the headboard. This shook me back to 'reality'. Well, as much of reality as can be woken up to, in a dream. "Stop." I ordered, but he just came back up to my mouth, and silenced me with another deep kiss. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get free somehow, but this was Draco's world, and he controled everything. Everything except me, and now that I think of it, he could've done that as well. He gently began to nibble on the sensitive places on my neck. I melted, and held onto the chain of the handcuffs for dear life as his kisses spred like wildfire from my neck, to my shoulders. I felt his hands wander from their place on my waist, upwards, palms down, until he found the swell of my breasts, exactly what he was looking for. I let out a small whimper as he squeezed, hard, sending waves of painful pleasure searing to my mind. He grinned, lowering himself slowly so his forehead was equal with my shoulder. He pulled one of his hands out of my nightgown, and a flipblade appeared in his hand. He gently slid it along the thin silk center of the gown, parting it. The blade disappeared, and he parted the two portions of the nightgown, his grin more of a triumphant smirk. A blush creeped across my face, and I gasped as he took one of my breasts into his mouth, and began sucking. I squeezed the chain harder as I couldn't help but to arch my back into him. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a sudden lava boil in the only place he hadn't touched. I took in ragged breaths, trying hard not to loose control, not to loose the burning that ached to be released. I heard his voice in my head, 'just go with it, babe..' he knew I was ready to release, and that I couldn't hold it in much longer. He bit lightly on my nipple, and I couldn't hold it at all. The burning liquid seared down, and seeped out, wetting my, surprisingly silk, underwear. All I could see was white as my eyes rolled back into my head. He smirked, moving back to my neck, gently kissing along the collumn of my throat, gently easing me back from oblivion. I went limp, and though all of this was just a dream, I could feel every part of it. I came so easily, but who could blame me? Not only was a virgin, but I hadn't even been kissed before. He kissed my jaw, and then my forehead before...
I woke up just as dog-tired as I had been in the dream, panting for breath. My breasts still ached from the squeeze, but I was back in the clothing I had fallen asleep in, and, thankfully, my underwear was dry. I just lay there for a moment, closing my eyes again. But it was when I did, that I could feel a second presense. I was not alone. I bolted up, and glared at the figure of Draco Malfoy, leaning against my door phrame. "Sweet dreams?" He asked innocently, though he wore a wolfish grin. I glared at him, resisting the urge to rub the ache out of my breasts, or at least intensify it. "What do you want?" I snapped, glaring evilly at him. He laughed, the sound of it grated over my raw nerves. "You sounded like you were having quite a good time." He drawled, smirking at me as he took step after slow step toward me. I glared at him, checking to make sure I was still wearing my clothes, before thrusting the covers away from me, and standing. "Shut up, Malfoy." I growled, walking over to my beaurou and searching through the drawers. He grinned, "Aw, c'mon. You know you want me.." I was shocked to feel two, extremely strong arms being placed around me. Again, he had moved faster then I thought possible. And again, I felt utterly helpless. "Git off me!" I yelled, struggling to pull his arms away from me, but I couldn't. My yelling didn't have an effect on him, as he just burried his head in my messy black hair. "You smell good, -Terra-." He stated. I growled, and managed to turn around. He moved to kiss me, but instead, his nose met with my fist. I wormed my way out, and snatched ahold of my wand, pointing at him as I glared dangerously. "Get. The hell. Out. Of my. Room. -PRONTO-." I growled. He looked at me, and smirked, "Or?" He challenged, not finding me overly intimidating. I grinned, "Or I'll crustacious curse you into oblivion." I stated sweetly. He grinned in return, and slowly walked toward me, "I can send you into oblivion too. And I don't even need a crustacious curse..." I began to shake as I took a step backward, careful to keep my wand pointed at him. "I-I'll do it." I stuttered, angered at the fact that he was scaring- no, terrifying me. His grin just broadened, "Its a better oblivion then the curse would send you into. The kind achieved only by extreme pleasure." His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I kept backing up, until I backed into a wall. I gulped as he took ahold of my hand, and slowly lowered it, forcing me to lower my aim. "The oblivion I'll send you into is a place you'll never want to leave again." He spoke clearly, prounouncing each letter letter so he sent chills down my spine. He slowly slid his hands toward my waist, "And if I have my way," He whispered in my ear, "You won't have to."
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Terra was an ordinary witch. She was sixteen, and like other witches, she just recieved her letter from Hogwarts. Like most witches would, she was extatic upon hearing that she would be Head Girl for the Gryffindor House.. but wait.. she's not in Gryffindor! she was in a 'league of her own' as Dumbledor had insisted, but she couldn't see how. After all, she was just a normal witch, but in any case, she had her own house, her own one person Quidditch Team, her own icon. The Bear.
She knew much about the boy they called 'Draco Malfoy' after all, he was one of the two heartthrobs of Hogwarts- the other, Harry Potter, had been her boyfriend at one time. In fact, he is at this moment. And being the 'boy who lived's girlfriend, she is glad that she never had to meet Draco.
That is about to change.
The Bear And The Serpent
By Garnet311
"Terra!" The sixteen year old girl's mother called, running out of the house to catch her daughter. "Don't forget these, you're original house colors." She pushed her daughters velvetty black hair back, and wrapped a scarf around her daughters neck. "Tsk tsk tsk, you can't go to school like this! Get back inside, and hurry!" She cried, pulling Terra back into the house. "Damn, almost got away..." Terra muttered softly to herself, her green eyes staring aprehensively at her mother. Her mother glared, "Terra Branford, watch you're language." She scolded before pushing her into a chair. "Oh well.." Terra muttered to herself, glaring at her mother through the corner of her eye, 'I'll just have to take out whatever stupid hairdo she does..' She thought, and watched her through the mirror. She pulled her hair into a tight pony tail, and used the scarf of red and silver to tie it. It fell into pieces. The mother clucked her tongue. "needs an elastic, ma." Terra muttered quietly, watching her struggle. "Ah, thats what I was missing!" The mother exclaimed, pulling her daughters hair back again, and this time, conjuring an elastic in it. She then wrapped the scarf around it, and helped her stand, "Now you need some make-up.." "Mom.." "How do you think you're going to catch a man without it??" Terra sighed, looking at her mother, "Mom. I've already caught a man. His name is Harry Potter, Remember?? And besides, I'm going to miss the train.." Her mother sighed, "Alright, alright. Hurry up. Oh, and make sure not to forget to set up the port key." She rolled her eyes, "whatever ma. See you next year." she said playfully, and kissed her mother on the cheek, running out of the house, and into the run down car.
Draco Malfoy pushed past his little sister as he walked outside, "Mother, I need the port key." He drawled, glancing at the older woman. She sighed, "Draco- oh never mind. Here." She handed her son a small earring, "Now I expect you to see you for the hollidays." Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes, woman, I know." He muttered irritably, "Did you charm it?" The woman nodded, and watched her son apparate, dropping the earring.
Chapter One
I honked the horn, standing in my seat, "C'mon!!" I yelled at the trafic, wishing I could just apparate out of here, but alas, my family was not a rich one, and I couldn't depend on house elves to carry my things. One of the men in their car stood out their window, "Fuck you!" He yelled back at me. Oooh, I would love to curse him right now... I growled, and sat back in my seat, pulling the ribbon out of my hair, and tossing it onto the passanger seat. I pulled the elastic out as well, and felt the locks. Damp. Of course, mother just couldn't use a spell to dry it, could she?? Oh well, by the time I got to the train station it'd be dry, and wavy as well. Before long, much sooner then I expected, I saw the exit for the King Cross Trainstation, and turned off, pushing my hair out of my green eyes. As I drove down the smaller street, I searched through my purse with one hand, glancing down every once in a while for my ticket. After finding it, I searched the spot Harry and I had agreed in meeting. He was no where to be seen.. I sighed, "Oh well." I muttered to myself, "His aunt and Uncle probably made him go on ahead. He'll probably have a box saved for us on the train." Though I seriously doubted his aunt and uncle had forced him to go to wizarding school, after all, they were the most idiotic muggles I had ever met. I parked the car, and popped the trunk to get my stuff out. I got out, and stared down at it dolefully. Why had I brought so much?? There was no way I could get it all to the train in.. I looked at the clock.. ten minutes! Not without magic, at any rate. I sighed, 'Alright Terra.. think now..' I let my head hit the top of the trunk. "I know.." I took a deep breath, and covered my face, forcing tears to come. Before I knew it, there were at least ten people there, asking me what was wrong. "I," I sniffled, "I have to get to my train in..in ten minutes, and look at all this.." I whimpered. Jesus, I was a better actress then I thought. "Allow me to assist you." A voice hissed from behind me. I looked at the person, and paled. Draco Malfoy. Of all people... And it appeared that he knew me as well. My heart sank. But, I supposed, he was better then asking a muggle. They wouldn't be able to come far enough to help, after all, they can't get into the platform 9 3/4. He smirked at my pale expression, and looked around at the other muggles, "She'll be alright. I'm going to help her." They nodded, and walked away. "You truly are a good actress.. compared to muggles." He drawled, pulling a crate from out of my trunk. I glanced at him as I pulled a rolling suitcase out, "I'll take that as a compliment." I muttered, and set it down on the ground. He pulled out the last duffle bag, "You do that." He slammed the trunk shut, and handed me the bag so he could carry the crate. "Why are you helping me?" I asked finally, as we passed gate seven. He shrugged, "because you're a pretty, pureblood witch in need of assistance. Probably the only one I haven't fucked." He stated. I glared, "Watch you're language, and I belong to 'Potter' as you call him." He looked at me, "Oh you do? Then I wonder what he's doing with that Chang girl." I froze, "Chang...?" He nodded, and nudged me to keep going. "You can look for yourself." He set the crate down in front of the assistants at the train, "Need back up?" I shook my head, putting the duffle bag down, "I can handle myself just fine, thank-you-very-much." I snapped before jogging into the train. I scanned through the boxes, and sure enough, there was Harry. In the box I had called in to save with us. And sure enough, there was Cho Chang. My heart began to pound at the position they were in. Chang was sitting on his lap, and they appeared to be intertwined in a deep kiss. I gulped, "Talking.." I reasoned, "They're just.. talking.." The train lurched into movement as I walked into the box. They were kissing, definately, judging from the blush that spred over Chang's face as she pulled away from my boyfriend. "Oh. Branford. Nice to see you." I almost lost it. How dare she?? "Chang. Pity I can't say the same." I replied in a cold tone, glaring daggers at the two. Harry looked at me, "Its not what you think, Terr.." I glared, "How would you know what I think?" I asked, heat rising from my heart, and spreading through my entire body, "And to you, I am Branford. We're over, Potter." I wrenched the ring he had given me off of my finger, and threw it at him. I stormed down the hall, my mind swirling, my heart screaming at me. somewhere distant in my mind I knew I was supposed to go to the headboy/girl meeting, but I couldn't. I just couldn't go into the public after this. I threw myself into the bathroom, and pounded my head against the door, locking it. I broke, and collapsed, tears flooding my eyes, my body shaking violently. I heard someone tap on the door, "Terr?" It was that swine, Potty wee Potter. "Go away!" I yelled, and heard the lock click open. I locked it again. "I said GO AWAY!!" After a series of unlocking, and relocking, Potter finally left, and I was alone again. About ten minutes later, someone else was tapping on the door. "Hun? Are you ok?" The stewerdess called in, trying to see through the keyhole. A slight laugh escaped my lips, Oh yes, my mind was so boggled I could hardly tihnk errr.. think, my heart was yelling at me so loudly it made me shake, but I was just dandy. "I'm fine!" I called out, covering the keyhole with my hair. "There's a gentleman out here who wants to speak with you! Hey-" Then came Draco's voice, "Terra? Are you in there?" he called, his normal drawl suddenly sounding somehow soothing. "Y-yeah.." I choked. "Can I come in?" I looked at the lock, and nodded slowly, standing and moving farther away from the door, "If you can get it unlocked.." He muttered alohamora under his breath, and opened the door a crack, just enough to slip in. And he did slip in, his normaly slicked back hair falling into his face. His gray eyes, piercing as they were, had never appeared so kind to me. To anyone, for that matter. He pushed the door closed behind him, and spred his arms to me. And then I did the unthinkable: I ran into his arms, and burried my head into his shoulder. I didn't care who he was, at this point, comfort was comfort. "Shhh.." He whispered, stroking my hair, "He's just an idiot who can't keep his paws to himself.. you're alright now..." I closed my eyes, I wanted to surrender, but I had to remember. This was a death eater's son, here! I, an Order of the Pheonix, member can't just fall into him, can't just give up just because Harry had hurt me. "You know you missed the meeting, right? The headboy/girl meeting." He asked me. I nodded slowly, "yeah.. who am I sharing a house with?" He looked down at me, and pushed hair out of my pale face, "me."
I gasped, and wrenched away from him in surprise, "But you're- but I'm- we're not-" I seemed to be at a lack for words. He laughed at my reaction, "Yes, I am quite aware that I am a male." He stated, "And that you're a female, and that we're not the same gender." Had he read my mind somehow?? He smiled at my gaping figure, "They thought we'd be.. good together." Ha, as if Draco Malfoy would follow the rules just because I told him to. But I knew that wasn't what he meant by 'good'. The headmaster was trying to force us into a relationship. And I wouldn't let that happen. "C'mon." He suggested, taking my arm, "I'm just itching to beat the shit out of that Potter guy." I smiled faintly, and let him lead me out, but the train had already arived at the school. "shit.." he whispered, and glanced around. I held my head, "Jesus. Just imagine, head boy and head girl, not even in their school robes.." I looked down at my clothes. He glanced at me, and drew his wand. He whispered something, and my clothes suddenly turned into my school robes, and so did his. But the ribbon was back in my hair. I tugged at it, but it wouldn't come undone. He smirked at me as he walked out of the train. My jaw nearly dropped, "MALFOY!!!" I yelled. This would be a long year.....
I heard him laughing as I ran after him. When I finally caught up to him, I started my plan for laying into him. "Draco Malfoy, who do you think you are, forcing me to wear this stupid scarf in my hair???" I exclaimed in as much of a whisper as I could, because the students were walking behind us. He smirked at me, "I think it looks good. Keeps your hair out of those pretty eyes of yours." I glared, "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Malfoy!" He looked at me, "I was being honest...For once." I nearly froze, but he pulled me along, and I was forced to continue. When we were finally in the Great hall, Headmaster Dumbledor gave us a long speech. I tried to comprehend all of it, but I couldn't understand it at all. The distraction of Draco on my left side, the endless chatter from the Hufflepuff table, and the sorting hat singing, combined, was just too much. But when he said my name and Draco's name, I snapped my attention back. "Due to recent events, Ms. Terra Branford, and Mr. Draco Malfoy, also known as the head boy of Slytherin, and Head Girl of Griffindor, will be teaching a class on whatever they deem necissary. Also..." He went on with his speech, and left me staring. Me?? Teach a class with Malfoy?? On whatever we deem necissary?! Was I supposed to make the decission?! Draco nudged my shoulder, and leaned over, "We're supposed to go to the Common Room now." He whispered, and I realized that Dumbledor had finally finished speaking. I blinked, "O-oh. I'll be in in a while.. Right now I get the strong urge to read.." I stood, and walked toward the library. He sighed, following me, "You weren't listening to him, were you?? He didn't give us the password." I glanced at him, "Thats because we're supposed to make it up." He smirked, "So you were listening. I've got the password in mind, but I'm not telling you." He turned his back on me, and walked down the hall. I rolled my eyes, I could squeeze it out of the portrait later. I walked into the library, and sat down at one of the tables, and put my head down, thinking. My time spent in the library was utterly uneventful, but at least it was safe. Well, safe as safe could be in Hogwarts Castle. I still had the ghosts, particularly Peeves to deal with. His endless song of 'Terra got dumped by potter' to the tune of the Blues Clues song became quite annoying, but I managed to keep myself under control, and seeing that he wasn't getting a rise, he gave up. I had half expected Malfoy to come down to the library to make sure I had the password, but the other half of me told me the bastard didn't care. I sighed, hitting my head on the table for what must've been the fifteenth time before standing, and grabbing the book. I stuffed it into my book bag, which I carried with me everywhere I went. I strode out of the library, my high healed boots immediately clicking the moment they hit the tiled hall. I sighed, realizing I didn't even know where the portrait was. "A small set back.." I reassured myself quietly as I began randomly wandering the halls. What did the portrait look like? How would I know if I saw it? What level of the castle was it on? Damn, I wish I listened to the headmaster when I could. Oh well. I wasn't a complete goody goody. I knew how to navigate through the castle, after all, the head master was my grand father... I growled as fatigue began to take its toll. I was a young girl, I shouldn't be this easy to tire, but then again, I did have an early morning, and a late night last night. And I had cried my eyes out in the train, that would have something to do with it. I rubbed my eyes, slumping against one of the walls. Well, I could spend the night out here and then go to my classes like nothing happened. Force Draco.. no, no, not first names.. Malfoy to lead me back to the common room. Yeah, thats what I'd do- no, no, no that couldn't possibly work. I had to find the common room. Had to keep walking.. I took two more steps, and collapsed, holding my head. This wasn't natural. When I set my mind to moving, I moved. No measure of fatigue would stop me. And yet here I was, on the ground, unable to stand. A spell. It had to be a spell. "Who's there?!" I snapped, though my voice wasn't very threatening, do to the wariness. I heard little scuttling footsteps. Oh god, not them. Not now.. scratches began lining my legs, but I couldn't get up to stop the attack. All I could do was sit there, and let the little demons scratch me into bits, and hope I can explain it to Pop-pop, and everyone else, without having to give away my secret. "Terra?" A female voice called tentatively. It was Hermoine. "Hermoine!!" I cried, new courage filling me. "Course it ain't Terra!" Ron exclaimed sarcastically, from under an invisable cloak, apparently. He put on a high pitched voice, " 'Oh no Ron, that can't possibly be Terr-' oww!! Oi, what was that for?!" Hermoine pushed the cloak off of her, and ignighted the tip of her wand. She knelt down near me, and the demons scuttled away from the light, "Damn girl, what'd you do to your legs??" I shook my head, "Its nothing. I have to find my common room." Hermoine looked at me hesitantly, before nodding, "..Kay.. how are we supposed to help you with that?" I sighed, "I dunno.. Take me to the headmaster, I guess.." Ron pushed the cloak off of himself, "We can't do that!! Then he'll know we're up after hours!!" I bit my lip. It was after hours already?? Hermoine glared at Ron, "We can take her to her old common room. I still remember where it is." I shook my head, "He would've changed it by now.." Hermoine shook her head back, "He didn't. I asked." I shrugged, "Well then.. take me there.. Anywhere where there's a bed.." And so, Ron and Hermoine, two who I had thought of as ex-friends until now, led me to my old common room. The one where I had been for most of my years here, and became proud of my house animal. The bear. It was like any other common room I had seen, save maybe for Slytherin. A big, comfy couch was in the center of the room, and chairs littered the area between it, and the fireplace. There were tables everywhere to do my homework at, and one bathroom. Stairs led up to the dormitory, my old room. I had spent one summer here, the one after my third year. My mother had been in the armed service, and my father had died there. I spent the night on the couch, even though I knew Pop-pop wouldn't have put anyone in my room. In the morning, I gathered all my books, and zoomed out of the common room I previously had used, running toward the great hall. I plopped into my designated chair with surprising force. It made my bum hurt severely. Draco.. err.. Malfoy leaned over to whisper into my ear, "What took you so long?" I glared, "M. Y. O. B." I hissed, before sticking my fork into a pancake. He pinned my fork down with his, "You weren't in the common room either." I glared at him, lifting his fork away from mine with my free hand, "I couldn't find it." I lifted the pancake, and dropped it onto my plate, before beginning my search for more food. He watched me, half glaring. "Where did you sleep??" I glanced at him, savoring the confused look, few were able to see the rare sight of confusion gracing his pale features. I wanted.. needed.. to keep that confusion there. "Doesn't matter." I stated, and began eating. He glared at me, "I'll find out. You know I will." I shrugged, "Go ahead and try." I took a bite of the pancake, and stood, not truly full, but worried about getting to my class on time. I was relieved that Malfoy didn't follow me. The class was potions. I sat down in one of the front seats, and low and behold, Malfoy sits next to me. I growled, "I'm not going to tell you." I told him under my breath as we took out our potions book. He glanced at me, "Give it time." The second class was a repeat of the first. As was the third, and the fourth, and by the fifth class, I was beginning to get annoyed. If I lost my train of thought during the final class, Defense against the Dark Arts, I was in incredable trouble!! "Malfoy, don't even think about sitting next to me in D. A. D. A." I hissed while we were in the hall. He glanced at me, "Why? Need your precious train of thought?" I rounded on him, "If you so much as try to distract me during that class I will curse you so badly you're hair would curl if I mentioned the pain to you right now." I threatened, my black hair covering my face like a dark veil. "You're beautiful when you're mad." Malfoy commented dryly, before passing me. I moved my mouth to form words, but ended up settling with growls, and inchoharant mutters under my breath. But, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco sat behind me instead of beside me. Apparently he thought a little bit about my threat. Either that, or he didn't want to make me too angry. Either way, I was satisfied. Class was a normal one, and I followed Malfoy back to the common room. A thing I think he was sure I'd do, considering he tried to loose me three times. Eventually though, when I kept persisting, he led me to the common room. I listened to him when he said the password... Malfoy. Typical. I followed him inside, and dropped my bag on one of the seats casually. He glanced at me, "I don't appreciate people following me." He stated as if it were the begining of a perfectly normal conversation. I shrugged, "Had to figure out where this place was somehow." I replied, kneeling down to look in my bag. Draco.. Malfoy had plopped back down on the couch, black leather, and was watching my every movement. "I don't appreciate people watching me." I stated, pulling a random book out of my bag. "You'll just have to deal with that, then." Malfoy stated with a small smirk, "Where did you sleep last night?" I glanced up, and glared at him, pulling my second book out without even looking. "I told you, I'm not telling." I picked the two books up, and stood, walking toward the large leather chair farthest from the couch. "Then will you tell me what happened to your legs?" He asked, leaning back a bit. I snapped my attention to him. Damn, leave it to Malfoy to notice a few extra scratches. Probably just because they were on my legs. Of course.. these were more then a few extra scratches... "No." I stated after a moments contemplation, and sat carefully in the chair. He shook his head slightly, and stood. I organized myself so that I could read one book, and not be uncomfortable because of the other, ignoring the fact that Malfoy had stood, and was moving toward me. That was a mistake. I wasn't ready when he suddenly slammed the book shut, making me jump. I glared up at him, my eyes narrowed slightly, "What is it now, Malfoy?" I hissed, intending to intimidate him, which wasn't likely considering the fact that not only was he standing over me, but he had a chest of steel, and was probably better at wizard dualing then I. "Where. Did. You. Sleep. Last. Night?" He asked again, leaning on the closed book, and applying pressure just where a male would hate to have pressure. I continued to glare at him, "Its. Not. Important." I stated in the same slow tone he had used with me. He smirked, standing straight again, and removing the pressure. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.. Why was I holding it? I wasn't scared. I would never let Malfoy scare me, the years as Potter's girlfriend had made me hate the twit too much to let him scare me. He moved, too quickly for me to comprehend, to a spot behind me, and took hold of my arms. He pulled me up, letting the two books fall to the floor, and spun me around. I growled, and immediately gained footing so I could pull away from him, but as soon as I gained footing, I lost it. He must've used a jelly leg spell... I instinctively grasped ahold of his arms to keep from falling. All of this had taken me by surprise. I didn't know humans could move that quickly. "Terra, I'm not going to hurt you, but you're going to tell me where you slept last night," He stated in a matter of fact tone, "Or I'll end up making a potion that'll make you tell me." I growled. So tempted to spit in his face and show him just what I'm going to do. But one question was nagging at the back of my mind. Why did he care? "Don't underestimate a witch, Malfoy." I hissed, glaring at him. If looks could kill.... Malfoy lifted an eyebrow, and threw me onto the couch, a moment later he was there on top of me, holding my hands above my head, "Don't underestimate me." I couldn't help it. He was being such a jerk, so sure that he could make me do anything. I spat at him. The saliva landed on the tip of his nose, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting so he could hold my hands with one hand, which he did with ease, and wiped the liquid away from his skin with his other hand. He murmured a spell softly, and I found my hands bound to the arm of the sofa, leaving him free to do whatever he damnwell pleased. He sat up, and looked over me, a slight smirk spredding over his face. I glared, "Don't you even think about it, Malfoy." I hissed, glancing toward my book bag, in which was my wand. "Don't think about what I wonder..." Malfoy drawled, running a finger from my wrist, down my arm, to my neck. I tried to pull my hands free from the rope, but it wasn't any normal rope. It was enchanted rope, and it wouldn't break. I glared at him, my eyes so fierce they'd scare off any animal with any sense whatsoever.. that didn't know my hands were binded, and that I didn't have my wand. He shifted, and lifted my skirt slowly, teasingly. I got still, though I was breathing hard. I would just kick if it got too high.... He lifted my skirt to my thighs, but no higher. He ran his finger down the inside of my leg, making me bite my lip to keep from giggling. Well what else would I do? It tickled!! He grinned at his new discovery, but didn't continue with that path, instead picking up his wand. He whispered a spell, and all of my scratches began to tingle.. and heal. "There," He murmured, "Perfect skin again." he placed his hand flat on my thigh, And slowly began moving it upwards. My immediate response was to kick, but he caught my ankle with his other hand, "Ah ah, Don't want to do that. Might reveal something you don't want me to see..." I glared at him, if I could only move my hands. Sit up. Do something.. His hand neared my hip, and he began moving it so it would come into contact with the lower portion of my stomach. "Just tell me where you slept, or what happened to your legs, and I'll stop." He stated as if it were no big deal, watching me through raised eyebrows. I growled, but it came out more as a whimper. "Thanks for healing me and all, but I'd appreciate it if you'd stop..." He rolled his eyes, "News flash, you're being tortured. I ain't gonna stop cause you'd appreciate it." I glared, and looked at my book bag again. "Accio wand." I muttered. Maybe if I could get my wand.. useless. Malfoy sighed, and plucked my wand right out of the air. I glared at him, and he looked back down at me, "Good try. Except for the fact that your hands are bound." He stated. I didn't care what he said, all I knew was that his hand had stopped moving. Suddenly, that wasn't a reassurance. I suddenly wanted his hand to move, because he had started tickling me, and he had his hand where I was most ticklish. I bit my lip hard to keep from giggling, but even that didn't work. He knew exactly what to do to have what effect on me, and I hated that. I hated being helpless. In fact, I could hardly stand it. "Stop it." I whimpered through my giggles. "All you have to do is tell me." He stated in a matter of fact tone, as he continued to tickle me. "FINE!!" I exclaimed, and he suddenly stopped. "Weell?" He asked. I glared at him, "I slept in my old common room." I stated. He seemed to accept the answer, because he pulled his hand away from me, and the ropes disappeared. I immediately sat up, and pulled my skirt down, glaring at him fiercely. Oh I would get revenge. No one made me feel that helpless without having to suffer the wrath that I could cause. "See? Wasn't that easy?" He asked smirkishly as he stood. I gave him a deathglare, and climbed over the arm of the sofa, quickly moving back to my chair, and picking up my books. Somehow, I knew that wouldn't be the end of my struggles with Malfoy. I had a distinct feeling, that that was just the beginning of what he could... would do to me.
The rest of the night passed without a word, and when it was time, I walked up to my dormitory, carrying my books with me. I didn't trust him with my precious books, if I lost any of those, not only would the profecers kill me, and my parents kill me, but my grandfather would not be pleased either. I closed my eyes, and drifted into sweet slumber.. a slumber too sweet. I found my dreams pleagued by Malfoy, rittled wtih traps. I appeared to be in my room, and I thought that I woke up. Everything was as it should've been, well, almost everything. Draco was leaning against the side of the book shelf, smirking, and the sky outside was swirling with purple and blue. But I couldn't seem to comprehend the fact that this was a dream... I shifted my glare back to Draco, and crossed my arms, "What do you want?" I growled, half sitting up from under the covers. That was a mistake. I had fallen asleep in my clothes, that was true enough, but now I wore a black, sliplike nightgown that hardly covered me. I pulled the covers back over me, spotting the way Draco looked me over. His smirk broadened, and strode slowly toward the bed, and me. "What does a man usually want in a woman's bedroom?" He replied, his voice dark, seductive. I gulped, and pressed my back to the headboard. I silently cursed myself for not bringing my wand up with me when I went to bed. I watched in horror as he slowly climbed onto the foot of my bed, and crawled toward me, watching me with deep, beautiful green eyes. "I.. I think you should leave.." I stuttered, backing up as far as I possibly could. I gasped as I felt myself being wrenched down, forced to lie flat on my back, and in that same moment, Draco was on top of me, using the gasp to have access to my mouth. He held me down by the forearms as he deeply kissed me. I couldn't describe how he tasted, it was a mix of cinnimon and vanilla. But ohh, he was a good kisser... He lifted his mouth from mine, and began kissing along my jawline. I moaned softly, unable to keep it inside. He lifted my arms above my head, and suddenly, I found them handcuffed to the headboard. This shook me back to 'reality'. Well, as much of reality as can be woken up to, in a dream. "Stop." I ordered, but he just came back up to my mouth, and silenced me with another deep kiss. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get free somehow, but this was Draco's world, and he controled everything. Everything except me, and now that I think of it, he could've done that as well. He gently began to nibble on the sensitive places on my neck. I melted, and held onto the chain of the handcuffs for dear life as his kisses spred like wildfire from my neck, to my shoulders. I felt his hands wander from their place on my waist, upwards, palms down, until he found the swell of my breasts, exactly what he was looking for. I let out a small whimper as he squeezed, hard, sending waves of painful pleasure searing to my mind. He grinned, lowering himself slowly so his forehead was equal with my shoulder. He pulled one of his hands out of my nightgown, and a flipblade appeared in his hand. He gently slid it along the thin silk center of the gown, parting it. The blade disappeared, and he parted the two portions of the nightgown, his grin more of a triumphant smirk. A blush creeped across my face, and I gasped as he took one of my breasts into his mouth, and began sucking. I squeezed the chain harder as I couldn't help but to arch my back into him. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling a sudden lava boil in the only place he hadn't touched. I took in ragged breaths, trying hard not to loose control, not to loose the burning that ached to be released. I heard his voice in my head, 'just go with it, babe..' he knew I was ready to release, and that I couldn't hold it in much longer. He bit lightly on my nipple, and I couldn't hold it at all. The burning liquid seared down, and seeped out, wetting my, surprisingly silk, underwear. All I could see was white as my eyes rolled back into my head. He smirked, moving back to my neck, gently kissing along the collumn of my throat, gently easing me back from oblivion. I went limp, and though all of this was just a dream, I could feel every part of it. I came so easily, but who could blame me? Not only was a virgin, but I hadn't even been kissed before. He kissed my jaw, and then my forehead before...
I woke up just as dog-tired as I had been in the dream, panting for breath. My breasts still ached from the squeeze, but I was back in the clothing I had fallen asleep in, and, thankfully, my underwear was dry. I just lay there for a moment, closing my eyes again. But it was when I did, that I could feel a second presense. I was not alone. I bolted up, and glared at the figure of Draco Malfoy, leaning against my door phrame. "Sweet dreams?" He asked innocently, though he wore a wolfish grin. I glared at him, resisting the urge to rub the ache out of my breasts, or at least intensify it. "What do you want?" I snapped, glaring evilly at him. He laughed, the sound of it grated over my raw nerves. "You sounded like you were having quite a good time." He drawled, smirking at me as he took step after slow step toward me. I glared at him, checking to make sure I was still wearing my clothes, before thrusting the covers away from me, and standing. "Shut up, Malfoy." I growled, walking over to my beaurou and searching through the drawers. He grinned, "Aw, c'mon. You know you want me.." I was shocked to feel two, extremely strong arms being placed around me. Again, he had moved faster then I thought possible. And again, I felt utterly helpless. "Git off me!" I yelled, struggling to pull his arms away from me, but I couldn't. My yelling didn't have an effect on him, as he just burried his head in my messy black hair. "You smell good, -Terra-." He stated. I growled, and managed to turn around. He moved to kiss me, but instead, his nose met with my fist. I wormed my way out, and snatched ahold of my wand, pointing at him as I glared dangerously. "Get. The hell. Out. Of my. Room. -PRONTO-." I growled. He looked at me, and smirked, "Or?" He challenged, not finding me overly intimidating. I grinned, "Or I'll crustacious curse you into oblivion." I stated sweetly. He grinned in return, and slowly walked toward me, "I can send you into oblivion too. And I don't even need a crustacious curse..." I began to shake as I took a step backward, careful to keep my wand pointed at him. "I-I'll do it." I stuttered, angered at the fact that he was scaring- no, terrifying me. His grin just broadened, "Its a better oblivion then the curse would send you into. The kind achieved only by extreme pleasure." His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I kept backing up, until I backed into a wall. I gulped as he took ahold of my hand, and slowly lowered it, forcing me to lower my aim. "The oblivion I'll send you into is a place you'll never want to leave again." He spoke clearly, prounouncing each letter letter so he sent chills down my spine. He slowly slid his hands toward my waist, "And if I have my way," He whispered in my ear, "You won't have to."
