Title: Troublemaker
Author:
graceland
Summary: The wealthy and prestigious Draco
Malfoy wanders the dark alleys of the streets in search of love in
the form of a silly little red hair girl... D/G
Disclaimer:
All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros and who ever else
owns these rights.
Looking up into the sky I can see the soft scraps of clouds
float by
as the sun sets sweet and glorious, a burst of dusky
purple and flaming reds
It's almost night and most turn in to the
dark, tucked in nicely in their beds
wearing little silk caps and
round cheek children get little kisses on their heads
I turn up the collar of my coat, the light but comfortable
material distinguishes
me from others as wealthy, as well as the
green stone ring on my finger
with an emblem of a snake embedded
in silver
The street lamps cast a yellow glow on the streets
harsh and metallic against
my face reminding me that I am here to
see you again tonight
There is no one here in the desolation of
this streets the stores are closed save for a few
and ghosts
haunt the corners their silvery hands brushing the bone of my
cheek...
I turn in the dark alley my feet scuffling on the hard stones
of the pavement echoing eerily
and I see you there and now I'm
wide awake stalking you like a tall vampire
with long pale bangs
brushing my lashes and wet lips
You pace nervously a worried
frown on your face an arm crossed
over your chest protectively
and a cigarette dangling from one hand loosely
the grey smoke
curling around the gaunt bones of your neck
My little street walker I gather you up in my arms when I see
the look of
admiration and love and partly grim revulsion on the
look of your face
Your white breasts swell provocatively in a
small white top and your black
skirt clings tightly to your
curves and you wear heavy black boots with belt
buckle straps and
a metal skull buckle glares the painted color chipped
I brush red
gold strands from your face and you blush slightly
the warm of
your skin returning under my gloved hands and your heart beat
quickening and your blood rushing
You are intoxicating like a
frail butterfly I can easily crush in the palm of my hand
Teasingly you laugh and pull away and take a long drag from
your cigarette before
stamping it out with your scuffled boots
then pulling me by the hand
you lead me into the gloomy building
pushing open the heavy doors
In the hallways there are many rooms
and the lights are flickering above
we pass by middle age man his
hair ruffled and a satisfied look on his face
but his eyes linger
on you as we pass by...
I lean closer to you protectively and you only laugh wearily
pushing your thin fingers up the inside of my buttoned sleeve
In
the room next door I can hear loud laughters of pleasure and I avert
my eyes with disgust
before you pull me into moonlit room with a
small bed the white covers pulled back
I pull you into a kiss lovingly sweet and gentle feeling your
lips against mine
before they grow intense, passionate, and
hungry
You are always the first to move...I let you gain control
unbuttoning my coat and pushing it over my shoulders and ripping
open my shirt
with your teeth a fierce look on your face a mask
of pleasure and sometimes
I fear your love is only a rebellion
and as real as the jewels you wear around your neck
Thoughts
pushed aside I move in putting my hands around your waist then slowly
slipping them up the warmth of your stomach then remove your
shirt
You moan when my fingers graze your breast then in frenzy
push me on the bed
The room is swirling and lovemaking is hot and I can feel the
sweat on my back
as you touch every part of me and I feel you...
In the morning I awake to you asleep on your side the covers
pulled around your arms
I brush away a red curl from your face
and kiss you softly on the lips
You frown slightly in your sleep
then your face relaxes
the early morning sunlight streams in tiny
golden rivers from the window
and pierces the heavy gloominess of
the small cramped room
I place a heavy bag of galleons in the
drawer by the bedside
and take one last look back at you before
closing the door
to my little secret troublemaker before the dark
shadows close in
and I return again tonight