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Ryo Angel
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Can you see me
Floating above your head
As you lay in bed
Thinking about everything
That you did not do
Cause saying I love you
Has nothing to do with meaning it
And I don't trust you
Cause every time you're here
Your intentions are unclear
I spend every hour waiting for a phone call
That I know will never come
I used to think you were the one
Now I'm sick of thinking anything at all
(Maroon 5 - Through With You)
She lay in bed, unable to sleep, a muggle song wrapped itself around her, taking on -his- voice, mocking her, teasing her. She couldn't believe he could be that cruel. He couldn't believe he -was- that cruel. What they had shared, it went beyond physical gratification, although that was what it had started with. He had touched her soul as she touched his... or so she thought. With an angry, muffled scream, she flung the blankets from her bed and stormed down the stairs to the Griffyndor common room. Lighting the fire with a flick of her wand, she stared at the flickering fire, tiny flames that climbed higher and higher as her own fire burned inside of her, wanting very much to be let out, but she held it in. She was Head girl. She should know better. But still, the song still played around her and no matter how hard she wished it to be gone, she finds his voice to be comforting, even after the grief he had sent her through. No. Ron wouldn't get away with this. Just like a Weasley. He -will- pay. A mocking smile crept along her lips, and this time, she sang the song. It should be her that sings it. It was, after all, her that suffered.
She went into her room and took out the invisibility cloak that she had painstakingly saved up to buy. It was to be his birthday gift. But after she's done with him, he'll have no need for a cloak. Not where he's going. Stealing through the corridors of Hogwarts, she came to the Slytherin dorms. She required discretion and hatred. None hate Griffyndors more that Draco Malfoy. Yes, he would serve her purpose.
The heir to the Malfoy legacy looked up startled as he felt a change in his room. Silver and green decorated his room, filled with elegance and grace, but has as much warmth as a snake would have. Shaking his head, he continued his composition, trying to finish his Potions homework. Snape would allow him to turn it in later, but Malfoy pride wouldn't.
"Malfoy."
He paused, his hand on his quill, the ink seeping into his parchment. The voice sounded familiar, but it couldn't be. No one could enter his room without his specific password.
"Slytherins supreme is not that hard a password to crack."
"Granger." With slow and steady movements, he replaced his quill and did away his ink blot. Standing up, he looked directly at her. She had grown, no longer the urchin she once was, her red hair fell like silk to her waist, tiny strands framed her face and her icy russet eyes looked up at him, daring him to hex her. "The lioness has crept so far from her den." He smirked, "Straight into the lair of the snake."
She fought the retort that rose and flipped her hair back, "Stuff it, Malfoy. I have a business proposition for you." She allowed her eyes one second to appreciate his form. Very much like a snake, his body oozed deadly grace.
Draco folded his arms and looked at her with one eyebrow raised, "A business proposition for me?" There was amusement in his tone, his eyes catching her look.
"Don't pride yourself." A sofa slide behind her and she sat down, crossing her legs as she leaned to one side, "This proposition is to your advantage." Hermoine was taking a stab in the dark, but she was rarely wrong. And when she was, it's because of the buggers that called themselves her professors.
"Oh?" Something flickered in his eyes and he looked at her, "I'm listening."
"I can get you Harry Potter."
Laughter filled the room and stopped as abruptly as it had started, "Potter? Why would I want Potter for?"
"Don't play dumb, Malfoy." Hermoine hissed, "Your body is screaming out for his. You want to sink into his warmth, taste the sweetness of his lips, hear the sweet melody as he cry out your name at the brink of desire..."
He was shaken. But he wouldn't let it show. Only his eyes betrayed him, if but for a second, "Mayhaps. Or maybe I can offer him to the Dark Lord." He took his time to consider it, but his heart knew that he would never. "All right. What do you want?"
Hermoine's brown eyes glittered, "Revenge."
'I will have you again, Weasley.'
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The youngest Weasley son bolted upwards as the storm raged outside, his chest heaving, he shook his head to try and clear it, but the image stayed in his mind. With a tense sigh, he got out of bed, careful not to stir the sleeping girl next to him. He couldn't understand it himself. They were perfect together, but then things changed. Harry tried to reason with him, Seamus and Dean tried to get him to see the perfection. Ginny begged him to stop and think about what he's doing. But he couldn't stop. He knew he broke her heart, left her broken. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled. Stealing quietly from the room, Ron walked up the stairs to Hermoine's room. Stopping, his hand was poised to knock.
Anger rushed through him. Anger at himself, at her. Why does he have to go back and beg like a dog? As the storm raged outside, his own storm raged inside. And he refused to forsake his pride. A soft moan whispered into his ears. Moans of pleasure. After so long, he came to know all her mews and moans. She's taken another to her bed. Who
was it? Seamus? Neville? Harry? Or is it from another house? His knuckles white, he turned away, almost running back to his room, rousing the petite Hufflepuff that he didn't care enough to know by name. She looked sleepily at him and smiled as she felt his raging hard-on between her hands. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip before
she pulled herself upright and sank down onto him. Gripping him hard, she started to move. Ron kept his eyes closed, in his mind, he could only picture -her-. His hands reached out to hold her waist, urging her to go faster, his pleasure building, climbing to a peak. With a growl, he rolled them over and pounded himself into her, not caring if he was hurting the poor girl beneath him. He wanted to punish -her- and him as well. For his stupidity. For their perfection.
Finally, with a groaning scream of frustration, he poured himself into the Hufflepuff, burying himself in her warmth. Susan. That was her name. Typical of a Hufflepuff. Rolling off her, he turned from her, shame filling his soul. Curling into a tight ball, he allowed himself to cry. Not a sound escape his mouth. Not one teardrop fell from his eyes. He
was crying inside, where the tears would morph into knives, making tiny marks upon his fallen soul, trying to fill the empty space where his heart once occupied.
'I will have you again, Hermoine.'
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The soft music floated through the darken room. In the fireplace, an unearhly blue fire blazed brightly, sending chilling shadows dancing around the room. The little dragon faced the window, his black shirt billowed behind him as the wind blasted onto his white body. After Hermione left, he quietly finished his assignment and opened the windows to the balconey. Standing there, he listened to the storm, the cold rain chilling his skin. Only one thing was on his mind - Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. He, that made his life a living hell. Harry Potter, the one the white dragon couldn't get out of his mind. Draco slowly brought the silver cup to his lips and sipped the warm red wine, sighing as it burned down his throat, sending warmth throughout his body.
Turning around, he re-entered his room, closing the doors behind him. Staring intently into the fireplace, it seemed as if the fire leapt into his eyes and they burned with intensity for the man he could never admit to loving.
"I will have you again, Potter."
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Harry Potter laid in bed, wondering how his friendships with the two had ever decline to this level. Nothing is going right and everything is doomed to grow worse. Voldemort is rising in power and everyone is set to graduate in six months time. A muggle song suddenly drifted into his mind, playing over and over again and he laughed quietly as he thought about his life. All his life, he never knew whom to trust, whom to love, whom to hurt.
A never-ending cycle that he's grown so weary of. Getting out of bed, he was careful to not disturb his room mates. Pulling on his invisibility cloak, he disappeared into one of the many secret passages that he found through the Marauder's map. "Draconis." He whispered, touching his wand lightly to the map. A drop of Draco's blood was needed, but Harry had acquired that years ago... flashes of heated skin against his had him shivering with desire. It was over. No use thinking about it. But...
"I will have you again, Malfoy."