Darkness surrounded the light of the oval window around him making him look almost angel like. He faced away from me as I slipped into the shadows and watched him stand there silently. I ran my fingers along the wall my eyes not moving from his toned body. He turned suddenly his grey eyes moving swiftly like daggers trying to find mine . He watched carefully before reaching out his arm and dragging me into the moonlight. I laced my hands into his hair and wrapped my legs around his toned porcelain torso as he sucked at my shoulder. I tore into his back with my sharp nails hoping to leave a mark showing he was mine as he bit down on the bones in my body. He threw me on to the floor spread eagle as I waited for him to take the lead, as always. He lay next me a moment as if wondering what to do this time with the blood traitor. The pure blood turned towards me and stuck his tongue down my throat. I fought for dominance as he felt my breast. I moved his hand down hoping he wasn't just leading me on. He slid down my boxers a little as if teasing him self before slipping in his two fingers. I groaned happily as he worked on me and I played with him. He grabbed my hair and tugged my head back but then realised. His hands moved across my bodily heavenly as i tried to give him the pleasure he deserved. He removed his fingers and striped me as he pulled me on top. I moved my hips as he groaned with pleasure. I finally did it. He turns over showing his dominance as he tops me here. I reach down his back and scram again as he does to mine. He starts to move i know he is about to leave. I quickly take a few clothes and speak carefully 'why are you leaving?' He takes my hand and whispers into my ear 'I am yours now.'
'It's not enough' I tell him.
He takes me into his body before I realise I left his clothes he already has them in his hand. He goes into the pocket and takes a knife. 'You will always be mine.'
I look at him before nodding my head slightly. He takes the blade and slices his arm before doing the same to mine. He puts the blood together. He moves swiftly to the door dressed now and I remember I am always his. But I am also always alone.

For he is a Slytherin. A Malfoy.

And I a blood-traitor. A Weasley. A Gryffindor.

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