If I gave you pretty enough words
Could you paint a picture of us that works
With emphasis on function rather than design
"Fuck," he managed through gritted teeth. She was an animal. Her teeth bit into his shoulder and her scarlet nails pierced his skin drawing equally scarlet blood. Yes, he would definitely have scars in the morning.
Aren't you tired?
'cause I will carry you
On a broken back and blown out knees
I have been where you are for a while
She was in control, completely. A role reversal for him, he was used to power. He needed power over the form he was pounding into. He needed females to be in awe of his muscular build, and casual elegance of hair falling into his steel gray eyes.
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream
All the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night
Every evening that I die
Yet, even though he was completely turned on by her animalistic behavior, and her frenzied panting, his eyes remained impassive, and he refused to show emotion. His fingers found their way to her chest, violently pawing at her. He needed his control back.
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human and lot more bitter and cold
I am exhumed just a little less human...
He tried to maintain that he had no feelings for her absolutely. This night meant nothing, to him or her. It was just their desperate need for release, nothing more. And that made him feel strangely pathetic, that he would fuck Hermione Granger, the mudblood, just for kicks, just to release all that sexual frustration built up inside of him.
After all these images of pain
Have cut right through you
I will kiss every scar and weep
Speaking of mudblood, that same blood was all over him. He hadn't known she was a virgin, and that made him feel even worse. She was the one who had come to him, in the middle of the night, begging for a place to sleep beside him. He had taken that to mean sex. Him and his perverted mind. She probably hadn't meant it like that at all.
You are not alone
Then I'll show you that place,
in my chest where my heart,
still tries to beat;
It still tries to beat
He wished he hadn't done this. He would have to punish himself later. There was always the matches or switchblade he had under his bed. Hopefully it wouldn't set the bed on fire. He wasn't a rapist. He shouldn't have been the one to break her bridge, to bring her into the realms of tainted innocence.
Yet, why was she not resisting? She seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was. Yeah, he was enjoying it.
In a very sick, perverted way.
Live, Love, Burn, Die
Live, Love, Burn, Die
Live, Love, Burn, Die
Live, Love, Burn, Die
Well, that was it. He had shown her that love was non-existant. She now knew that everything she had been taught was wrong. So when she curled up against him after he had collapsed with his release, he rolled away. Gently pushing her off the bed, he sent her on her way back to her dormitory, misunderstanding tears filling her eyes.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N The song is "Lip Gloss and Black" by Atreyu
Only one of the characters is specified (Hermione), but as you might have guessed the other one is supposed to be Draco. I know it isn't very graphic, but it's only my second sex-implied fic, and the first one where i went into any detail at all...hope it was ok
REVIEWS MUCH APPRECIATED
rapunzel.in.black