Mine.
A Karla-James story.

A.N; Hello readers! Welcome to my newest fic. The first chapter is quite short I know, but I have a chapter plan. I intended to go into further detail but thought it may be a little too much information for a first chapter. This is not a lemony kind of fic. There will be some, but it's not the main story line.

Summary; Isn't it strange how we always want what we cannot have. He was not afraid of a challenge, but she pushed him to the edge (of everything!). A story of possession, passion, love and journey. Enjoy.

She was elegant yet sexy, in the kind of way you really want to play a game of chess with her, in her underwear if you know what I mean. She had such a way with words, and the fact that she was forbidden just made me want her more. Everyone has a catch, hers would tear my world apart and yet she seemed worth it. She was beautiful, her pale skin and perfect pink lips and long brown hair complimented her smile, her pout. Her giggle was enough to raise the hair on my arms, a shiver down my spine. You could tell it was her even in the most crowded of rooms. She would never look twice at me.

She raises my guard, puts me right on edge. She makes me question whether or not I'm worth her time. She makes me think I'm second best. I know deep down that we are all the same, but the way I've been raised can't allow me to admit that out loud. I would be shunned, dismissed from my family. Indefinitely.

As she walks by my in the halls, her head held high, I catch a whiff of her beautiful scent. Its fruity and flowery yet powerful. Not over whelming. For lack of a better word it was perfect. Everything suited her like black to a funeral. She made minimal effort, her hair was usually tied up away from her beautiful, big, brown eyes as to not distract her from her studies. She rarely wore make up, if anything perhaps a lick of mascara and a swipe of chapstick. I imagined cherry flavour, but it's just a stab in the dark. She holds her books in the arms in front of me, thinking back to when she was younger I remember she went flying. Books were everywhere, she piled them up so high that she couldn't see the door way. I chuckled to myself when I saw that. She took it as an insult, but honestly. That was the moment I knew that Hermione Granger was going to be the one to look out for.

Contrary to popular belief I have never had a girlfriend. I appreciate the female attention, being a male and everything, but sometimes you could really do without the stigma of a 'player.' The only girl who seems to come near me anymore, without worrying im going to jump her is Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy, she's a lovely girl. A wonderful girl in fact. She is an ideal person to have on side in an argument, not because she's impeccable at winning an argument or anything, but because her family will either take you down, or offer you an extremely large sum of money to shut up. Sometimes, you could really do with a friend like Parkinson.

I'll admit, I have had sex before, I understand this isn't the sixteen hundreds and sex before marriage is pretty much the social norm these days, but I genuinely wanted to save myself for marriage. I told myself this not long after I understood the concept of 'making love.' But, unfortunately I was grabbed by the terrible hands of peer pressure and ended up having sex with Pansy. We were romantically involved for a while, never exclusive. We regaularly engaged in intercourse. My house, her house, the train to school, parks, toilets, you name it! I think because of how me and Pansy grew together she will always be an important part in my life, and although I never loved her, she will always be held close to my heart. In a strictly friendly way.

It is because of Pansy that I believe I may be addicted to sex. I have had sex with two other people since Pansy, and one person during the Pansy phenomenon. This subject brings me on to Luna Lovegood. Quite a character, she was pleasantly strange. Fantastic in bed too!

We exchanged glances in the library during a lesson which I cannot remember. She smiled at me, no one usually does that. For some reason the fact that I'm a 'Malfoy' intimidates people. We were asked to go into pairs and she immediately stood up and looked at me. She had pulled up her skirt so it was above the knee, and wore over the knee socks, much like how a Japanese school girl would go to school, she had customised her robe as to be graduated, i.e long at the back and short at the front, so I could see where her skirt but have no hope of a strong world revealing her perfect bottom. Looking at her legs practically got me hard, I managed to refrain myself. She come and sat next to me and whispered a few things into my ear.

"Some people say you get under their skin." She smiled at me, her beautiful eyes peering through her long eyelashes.

"I'm insulted." I replied to her, flirtingly licking my lips before I spoke.

"I think people should get to know you before they judge you."

"Perhaps you should listen to what other people have warned you about."

I was desperately trying to be mysterious, looking back now I think I just sounded creepy. Apparently being a creep is exactly what Luna liked.

"Every girl wants a bad boy, they think they can change them."

I admired her honesty. It wasn't like I have never heard that before, but it proved to me that I really was a good judge of character. As the lesson ended she continued to follow me and talk to me, eventually the halls cleared and she pulled me into the broom cupboard. It was dark, but not pitch black.

"Not here. Where can we go?" She asked me.

Perhaps it was young naivety but I was confused. I don't think I had come up to speed with the fact I was just pulled into a cupboard and then faced with this question. Did she want sex?

"Why not here?"

"I'm no hooker!"

"I'm not paying you."

This line worked. She kissed me hard. I returned the favour. My hands found her breasts, I fondled them through her shirt, I could feel her smiling as we kissed. Her hands were reaching for my fly, before I had time to think her lips had vanished and then they turned up a little lower than I felt comfortable with.

It was the most amazing experience. My first ever encounter at oral sex! Before she could satisfy me completely, she climbed aboard the Draco Express and rode me until we were moaning in whispers. She was fantastic. I assumed that all sex was the same. But Pansy was different, not bad different but different. She liked to me on the bottom, I had to take charge most of the time, but Luna, she was the boss for sure!

We had several other encounters until she wanted to get serious. I couldn't tie myself down, I though she knew that. She said that I was the last bad boy she'd ever try to tame. Every time I see her smile I cant help but think about how tainted those lips truly were. I still think back to this day about that first ever blow job, its absolutely one of my defining moments in life.

The others weren't important, they had nothing on Pansy and Luna, they were silly mistakes if you like. I've always wanted to go back to Luna, just to see if she had learned any new moves, but she rarely makes eye contact with me anymore. She's gone shy around boys infact, but they say 'it's always the quiet ones' and I agree.

Back to the subject at hand, Hermione Granger. I need her.

Thank you for taking the time to read the opening chapter of what I am hoping to be an exciting and refreshing story.

Love,
Karla-James.