Jolyn walked in the great hall messing with her wavy hair, groggily. She had been lying down on her bed and ended up falling asleep in her dorm before dinner, making her late. As she walked in late people looked at her, feeling bad for her. Jolyn realized people staring and looked around confused until she saw Umbridge call her to the staff table. "Oh joy", she said under her breath as she walks past her seat at the Gryffindor table.
"Yes professor", she asked as she got to the place where the toad looking woman sat.
"Being punctual is a virtue , one you obviously lack. Is there a reason why you are tardy," she said as if Jolyn was late to class. It was dinner for merlins sake! Besides its not like she wanted to be late to dinner, breakfast, lunch, and din din were her favorite subject, well not counting off period.
"Well actually, I was coming down the stairs and they moved, like they quite often do, so the damned stairs took me to a very unfamiliar hallway. And in this hallway was a banned of death eaters, praising 'you-know-whose' name, and breaking ministry rules left and right while yelling and screaming in a fit of joy. I was thoroughly scared and was about to pull out my wand. Then I thought to myself, 'What would Umbridge do?' So I just pretended that like they weren't death eaters at all, considering the dark lord can't have followers if he is dead, but were a horde of mongoose," Mcannagol snorted into her beverage and then tried to refrain herself from doing it again, "-Bloody mongoose- I said and turned and waltzed away in the other direction for hours until I finally found my way back to the great hall," the girl said making it up at the top of her head, yet, making it sound completely truthful. Now many people where tuning in to the little show going on where the head master usually sat. Slytherins were hoping Umbridge would flip a biscuit and give the brunette 15 year old Gryffindor a detention. Gryffindors were stifling laughter at the way Jolyn had insulted the woman that they all disliked with a fiery passion. Hufflepuffs, taken aback, by the girl's unusually unkind manner. Ravenclaws impressed by how witty she had been. Umbridge simply did that creepy, giggle-snort, mangle sounding laughs. "Quite the…….creative, imagination you have ," she replied choosing her words carefully, "now go sit down."
"Cheers", Jolyn said as she turned around, a toothy grin plastered on her face. She sat down next to Ron Weasley who was sitting across from the infamous Harry Potter and smarty pants galore, Hermione Granger. He opened his mouth to say something, but Jolyn put her hand up. "I know, 'that was bloody brilliant, Jo.' Yes, yes I know I'm bloody ace. I don't have time for complements," she looked at her watch, "I've only got 10 min- BLOODY HELL, 10 MINUATES LEFT!!!!" With this Jolyn started stuffing her face with mashed potatoes and bread.
As everyone filed out of the great hall Jolyn found herself talking to the golden trio. Harry was laughing hysterically at something Ron said, she really didn't get it something about an extendable ear and Hermione's cat,* Just shrugs*, when non-other then Draco Malfoy walked in front of the group. "Oi Potter! Still having nightmares about your boyfriend Diggory," he sneered. Harry immediately quit laughing and looked hurt, this made Jolyn really mad.
Hermione told Jolyn about the nightmares Harry had had about killing Cedric, it wasn't his fault but he kept blaming himself. Harry's look changed from hurt to anger, he opened his mouth to retort but stopped when he saw Jolyn step in front of him. "Oh bugger we were all having such a grand old time till you came along, 'Dracie-poo'," she said sounding like Pansy Parkinson , "why don't you go crawl back in the hole you came out of."
Draco stepped closer to her trying to scare her. "Why don't you make me?"
Jolyn stepped closer to him, "Watch yourself, Malfoy, I'll rough you up a lot more then that 'bloody chicken' in 3rd year," she laughed referring to the hippogriff.
In reply, again Draco stepped forward, "Hold your tongue blood traitor," he spat.
"Or what," she questioned, again stepping forward, getting dangerously close to his face.
This wasn't the 1st time the two had fought, always like this, same format, smart remarks and getting dangerously close to each others faces. Every time Jolyn blushed slightly making her cheeks turn a slight pink, always.
Draco was a tall strapping young lad; she couldn't help but find him gorgeous. But that was just it she didn't fancy him she fancied his looks. One side of her wanted to drown him in the black lake, while the other side wanted to bang him against a wall and do inappropriate and unthinkable things to him, things one shouldn't think about while attending school.
Jolyn was hoping Draco, would like usual, be to busy arguing with her, to notice her blushing. Unfortunately he did notice and smirked, that smirk that made her want to punch him in the face, and then snog him. "Does me being so close to you make you uncomfortable," he said leaning forward and putting his right leg dangerously close to the small space in between her legs.
In reaction Jolyn stepped back, "No." Obviously her body language and her words where contradicting themselves which made her mentally slap herself. He began stepping forward at a faster pace, making Jolyn back track into a wall. Oddly enough her only thought was, where the fuck did this wall come from! He snickered and put his hand up the wall next to her face so he could lean in. "Are you scared of me," he whispered in her ear.
Is he trying to be seductive? She had to bite her lip to stop from moaning. When he whispered in her ear something shot threw her body. Am I feeling aroused? Instead of doing what her sexual instincts told her, Jolyn shoved him backwards. "Scared is the last thing I am of you, Draco Malfoy," she spat. He was on the ground, and his, usual slicked back, white-blond hair, was tussled and a mess. God he is even sexy all messed up like that, she thought wanting to straddle him and put some of those inappropriate and unthinkable things to use. "Now why don't you run off and find a mirror. You look like when you and Crabbe came out of that empty compartment," Jolyn said before storming off.
"That was ruddy brilliant, that comment with Crabbe almost mad him cry," Ron said catching up to her.
"Huh? Oh ya, um….. Er... Thanks," she said coming out of her trance of mumbling. It wasn't long before she began ranting in her head like she was before Ron had interrupted her. I'm such an idiot how in the world do I mange to hide my feelings for 5 year, and then out of the blue I start blushing! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stup- wait I always blush he just never noticed! Why the bloody hell did he decide to notice now! Hold up; hold up, stop, rewind, play, and pause! Feelings, did I say feelings! HA, okay I am even smart enough to know what I feel aren't feelings, but just lust! Oh, wait. That doesn't sound better. Not the point! The point is, "I made a fool of myself!"
The trio stared at her; she had yelled the last part.
"How did you make a fool of yourself? You made a fool of him," Hermione said looking curiously at the girl's outburst.
"I backed into the bloody wall that came out of no where, did you see my face? I looked like an idiot, deer in the headlights," she yelled, throwing her hands around for a dramatic affect, eyes wide, and her face angry.
"Your face looked fine to me," Ron mumbled to himself. She took a deep breath and held it. Jolyn released it then sighed. "I just should have … been, more stone faced ya know, not some bumbling idiot. Merlin I am such a git sometimes," she whispered.
"Quit being so hard on yourself; that was brilliant, everyone thought so; I should feel embarrassed, but thank you," Harry said looking at the ground in front of him, his hands in his pocket.
"Don't worry about it Harry," Jolyn said speeding up her pace.
"Where are you going?" Ron yelled after her. "Got detention with Snape, have to do my homework before that happens, right? See you lot later," she yelled back.
When she got to the portrait she said the password, ran up to her dorm, and did the majority of her work for the following days of class. Then it was off to detention, joy oh joy. At least it isn't Umbridge, she thought, self consciously starting to rub her right hand.
"Your done for tonight, you may leave," Snape sighed not bothering to look up from what ever he was doing.
"Ya, ya, next class then," Jolyn said running out of the professor's classroom, growing tired of these surroundings.
Once in the hallway she slowed her pace, and walked down the hall not caring if she was caught or not.
Not halfway down the hall did she stop in her tracks, hearing someone clear there throat behind her. "Well, well, if it isn't Ms. Jolyn. You shouldn't be out so late," a voice sneered. Jolyn turned around to see him for the second time today, only this time alone.
"What now Draco," she breathed, trying to sound annoyed instead of dead scared. He was good-looking and all, but he was still a Slytherin who hated Gryffindors; Jo was a Gryffindor and a girl all alone. She hated to admit it, but Jo felt safer with Harry and Ron behind her, she would never confront Draco in the hall alone as she had before. As she turned around she saw that smirk on his face, making her hands slightly shake; she put them behind her back so he wouldn't see.
"Draco? No Malfoy or slimy git?"
She didn't reply.
"Hmmm don't tell me you're going to stop being mean to me? That would just ruin all the fun"
"Fun of what," she said a little worried.
He took a few steps closer so he was towering over her. "Getting revenge," he whispered.
She reacted a way that neither of them would have suspected. Jolyn burst into hysterical laughter. "That… sounds … so evil, Draco," she said sarcastically in between laughs. Draco growled in anger, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up against the stone wall, hard. Jolyn stopped laughing as she winced in pain. "You will respect me," he hissed, "I absolutely despise the fact that you spit in my direction, you and the rest of those, bloody Gryffindors. I come from a noble, rich, and powerful pureblood family. So you will treat me as such blood traitor."
Jolyn was paralyzed with fear, shock, surprise, but mostly fear.
Draco was breathing in her face, his face was nothing less then rage. Jolyn didn't know how to react; usually she would have hit him, or spat something in his face, insults or real spit but she was alone and no one was here to save her if things got to heavy. Once again she was pinned between Draco and a wall. Only this time she didn't feel aroused, she was horrified at what was going to happen to her, but she didn't know what he was going to do. No matter what Jolyn was sure it wasn't going to be good.
Jolyn realized she was shaking under his strong grip on her. She decided at this moment she wasn't going to sit hear and fear him, which would just make him win. She didn't need another boy to stick up for her. If Draco Malfoy wanted a fight he was going to get it. But first she would try to run or slip her way out of it.
"So what you're saying is you want a piece of me," she said sounding tough. Draco pulled up his sleeves as if he was going to punch her, which what Jolyn was certain he would do, and nodded his head. "Fine have it your way Draco." She pulled off her robe and threw it in his face. He was taken aback and Jolyn took this opportunity to slip out from between him and the wall. Draco took the robe from his face looking confused, just in time to see Jolyn slowly walking away her nose in the air. He ran after and stopped in front of her.
"What do you think your doing?"
Jolyn shrugged, "I thought it was obvious? You wanted a piece of me so I gave you my robe, I don't really need it."
Draco growled and clenched his fist and again got in her face. "That's not what I meant," he hissed threw clenched teeth.
"Next time you should be more specific," she said cheekily, a smirk crossing her face.
This is where she crossed the line for Draco, when she acted like this he just became too angry, to the point were he couldn't control himself. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face. She stumbled backwards and hit the floor. Draco kneeled down next to her. "See what I can do; what I am capable of," he said his voice shaky, "I am stronger then you. This is why you must respect me."
Jolyn's eyes were wide and she was pressing her lips firmly together making a straight line, breathing out of her nose heavily. "You've gone bonkers. You're a crazy git," she whispered. Draco raised his hand and hit her again, this time harder. Jolyn curled into a ball and cradled her cheek. She was taking in deep breaths trying to calm down, to stop her from screaming. Screaming wasn't needed in this situation; if a teacher came out here she wouldn't get to hit him back. Plus if it was Snape that came out, Jolyn would probably get in trouble for something that was completely ridiculous.
Finally she took one deep breath and sat up, trying to stop herself from shaking. "Draco what are you going to do," she said trying to control her breathing.
He shrugged.
Jolyn balled up her fists, Oh god here it goes. She swung her arm and tried to punch him but he grabbed her wrist seconds before impact. Draco's grip was deadly and strong, it hurt her wrist. Draco stood up and pulled Jolyn up by her wrist. She whimpered and tried with all her might to struggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. "Let go of me," she gasped. Before he could reply the sound of foot steps came from the end of the hall, and they were getting louder. Thank Merlin, she thought, not knowing these foot steps were just going to make everything worse.
Draco gripped her wrist tighter and threw her through the first door he saw. Jolyn immediately hit a wall, within seconds of going threw the door. She slid down the wall hoping Draco wouldn't fallow her, so she held her breath and looked down to see her two top buttons were ripped off her shirt. Great that git ruined my shirt.
Draco quickly walked threw the door and shut it. He pulled out his wand, and mumbled something, then put it away. Jolyn took in a breath; damn he came in the . . . broom closet too? Why the hell am I in a broom closet?
Draco turned to her and smirked, "You don't think I would just throw you in here and then leave do you?" His hair was messed up and his uniform slightly disheveled. That and the way he was smirking for some reason reminded her about earlier, her thoughts about doing unthinkable and inappropriate thinks to him, and those feelings she got by just thinking about it. Jolyn unwillingly blushed, causing Draco to get angry.
"What the hell are you blushing about do you think it's funny or something," he yelled.
Loosing the previous thought and regaining her fear she pushed against the wall. Draco's face went blank and he moved back, and then blushed. He turned away and took a deep breath. He turned back to her and smirked, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" he asked in an alluring voice. Jolyn blushed again because she began to think those thoughts. What is he talking about? What am I doing on purpose?
Draco stopped smirking again.
"Stop blushing like that," he ordered. Jolyn put her hands on her cheeks. He stepped forward and broadened his shoulders. Jolyn pushed closer to the wall. "Stop doing that," he ordered.
"What am I doing," Jolyn asked meekly.
"That," he pointed to Jolyn's shoulder, "that is what you are doing." Jolyn looked down at her shoulder to see her bra strap, her eyes fallowed down to the ruined buttons of her shirt. Not only was her bra strap showing, but so was the left side of her bra. She gasped and pushed up her shirt and blushed deeper.
"Argh I can't take it anymore! I am not supposed to lust you, you're a blood traitor!" he yelled walking over to her and kneeling next to her. Draco leaned in closer so his lips were an inch away from Jolyn's ear. "But when you blush like this I can't help but feel aroused. You're just… too… sexy," he whispered. Just like last time something shot threw her body when he whispered in her ear. Unlike last time she didn't bite her lip to stop herself from letting out a low quite moan.
"So you want me to? I knew it," he whispered seductively. Jolyn released a deep breath trying to regain some composure. It wasn't working, and to make it worse Draco pulled away to look at her. His eyes just made another shot go threw her body. Jolyn whimpered, she was loosing her control and she knew it. She pushed his left shoulder and pulled on his right, so he was sitting next to her. Within seconds Jolyn straddled him and ran her fingers threw his hair. "I don't like you at all Draco," she clarified, "There is one thing I want from you, not because I like you. I lust you and that is it."
His hands found her waist, as if to agree, as hers found his neck. Slowly Draco leaned in closer to her face, lingering when his lips were barely touching hers. Then he closed the rest of the space and kissed her hard. Jolyn didn't hesitate; she kissed back matching his intensity. She could faintly feel something on her thigh poking her, but didn't pay attention to it much.
There lips were moving together roughly as if, when they left the closet they were going to a death sentence. She was hungry for him and couldn't repress her arousal anymore; she was on the edge, taking a step into empty space, into darkness, hoping she wouldn't fall to her death.
Draco licked her bottom lip twice in a row, she slightly opened her mouth to let Draco's tongue slither into her mouth. He ventured in and explored, finding her tongue caressing the bottoms of his. Jolyn constantly ran her fingers threw his hair, it felt like silk.
Soon snogging wasn't enough to fill her compulsion. She grabbed his messed up tie and undid it so it was limply hanging around his neck. Her hands found the buttons to his shirt and tried to unbutton them but found it too time consuming. Jolyn gripped his shirt and pulled, ripping the shirt open to reveal his chest. Absentmindedly she pulled away from his lips and looked at his sculpted body. "Holy hell," she breathed quietly.
Draco smirked. "Like what ya see love?"
Jolyn looked up into his eyes, "I knew you had a brilliant body I just knew it," she answered. He was growing bored of talking even though there lips had only parted for less then a minute. He grabbed her hair and kissed her deeply. Her hands moved down his neck and stroked his chest. Draco pulled away and threw his head back and moaned. Jolyn leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I haven't even got your pants off, calm down," she said seductively.
"Your hands are so warm," he breathed. She kissed his ear and moved down his jaw line, to his throat. Her lips moved to the side of his neck. Suddenly he grunted, and gripped her waist tighter. Jolyn took that as do it again, so she kissed it again, retrieving the same reaction. She licked it once and kissed it again, then soon started lapping at it, then nipping at it, first playfully, then a bit harder. Draco's grunts turned to groans and started growing louder. He needed to do something besides sit there, might as well undress her. His hands slipped under her shirt making contact with her smooth soft skin. She pulled back and gasped. Draco smirked, "I haven't even lifted your skirt yet," he mocked.
Jolyn lulled her head back and whispered, "Your hands are bloody cold." His smirk widened as he leaned forward to kiss her neck, hoping to get revenge. Sure enough she began gasping for air when Draco kissed the space between her jaw bone and her ear. He was very rough to that little place of flesh on her, biting it hard and sucking on it roughly, once in a while being gentle and slowly lapping at it. Soon he started moving down, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her chest, right to her cleavage. Draco ripped the rest of the buttons to her shirt and discarded that piece of clothing. Jolyn grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to her own so she could kiss it softly, setting off another snog-fest. While the wrestled with there tongue's, Jolyn moved her hands up and down his chest and torso. Every time the stroke moved down it would shoot back up to his collar bone, each time getting closer to his pelvis, teasing Draco.
He let out a low groan of annoyance and pulled Jolyn closer to him. Draco pushed backwards and to the side so he could lay over Jolyn. He supported himself on his elbows and knees so he wasn't crushing Jolyn with his body weight.
Draco kissed Jolyn again, his hunger for her increasing. Finally she let her hand move to the buckle of his pants. With ease she undid the belt and pulled it out of the belt loops; another piece of clothing being discarded. He sat up as his button and zipper to his trousers were undone. His hands went to the stocking on her right leg and grabbed her ankle. His hands slowly moved up her legs all the way to the top of her knee were the material ended and her skirt began. The finger tips of Draco's hands touched her exposed warm flesh causing her to gasp. He smirked and looked at her with superiority, as she chewed her bottom lip, watching him touch her with wide eyes.
He continued to slowly move up Jolyn's leg, once at mid thigh, he moved his right hand to her left leg. His hands moved up quickly to her inner thigh, to her panty line.
Jolyn's breath caught in her throat as his hands went under the elastic of the knickers in between her thighs. But his fingers barely went under the material it didn't go any further. Though his hands didn't go in further they did travel the inside of the elastic lining to the back and then ventured up to her bum cheeks. Draco's smirk widened when he did this because she groaned with frustration. Because of her frustration, she put her hands on his hips and slide them down to his belt loops and pulled down his trousers to the mid of his thighs.
Now it was Jolyn's turn to play with the elastic of his boxers. Unlike him, though, she didn't hesitate to plunge into his boxers and grip his member roughly. He produced the most pleasurable moan that had ever rung threw Jolyn's ear, and she loved it. She was about to start caressing it when Draco gripped her wrists and pulled her hands up.
"We shouldn't do this," he said sternly.
Jolyn rolled her eyes, "Why?! Why NOW did you decide to stop me? Right when it was getting good?"
Draco smirked.
Jolyn sat up and looked at him skeptically. She really wanted to go threw with this, to feel that lovely sensation of him about to enter her, and that world shattering pressure of him when he was inside of her. Here Jolyn was pulling off his clothes kissing him and rubbing him, yet he was pushing her away?
Fuck that!
Jolyn grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him back to straddle his hips. He looked shocked when she did this, and the look stressed further when she started to rock her hips back and forth.
He moaned loudly. Draco wanted to keep going to feel the tightness of her around him, to here her moans as he pleasured her, but it was wrong.
After she rocked some more he finally gained enough composure to grab her hips and push her off of his lap. Jolyn was surprised he stopped her, she was sure that little trick would have pushed him over the edge. Seeing her plan not work made her pout and humph.
"Fine, whatever!" she grumbled. Jolyn turned around and snatched her shirt to put it on.
Draco stood up and chuckled while he slipped on his belt and did his trousers. "Am I really that appealing to you? Doesn't surprise me really, you could only stay away for so long."
Jolyn opened the door and walked out of the broom closet, Draco fallowing her smirking.
"Don't look so cheeky, you pompous git!" she rolled her eyes, then turned around and smiled at him. "I was just trying to save you the embarrassment of going to the Slytherin common room accompanied, with a stiffy like that."
Draco looked down to see a very large bulge sticking from his trousers. He looked up to tell her to sod off but all he saw was her back as she dashed up the stairs holding her shirt together.
"Bloody fantastic!"