A Thread of Control
Chapter II: Misery Loves Company
This feeling wasn't unfamiliar to either of them: skin on skin, hastened breath, under cover of what most people don't even pay on a year's wardrobe. It wasn't the satin they were there for though.
The instant gratification took the sting of their bitter lives away for the mere moment: never hesitating, arch of a back, clash of lips, sting of nails, and pearly whites. Neither was going to lose because once this ended they'd just have to live with their lives once again. The passion and pain took it all away.
In that instance these two faded and forlorn blue bloods found solace in each others release. At the same moment they never felt so alive.
The cold cutting voice broke the glass of ecstasy around Blair and Draco. Life rushed back to meet them as their shards of lust and touch fell around them.
The talk, drink, and constant motion must be getting to me, thought Draco, as he realized how close he had allowed himself to get to this girl. He had almost forgotten she was a muggle.
He had forgotten his plan to make her pay for her insolence.
"So does your family have a business or was this money magicked from thin air?" she suddenly asked him. He smirked at the irony.
"My father's family has owned a fair few of successful London based businesses for far traces of the Malfoy line. Yours?"
"Hotels," was all she said with a sudden look of annoyance mixed with determination in her eye. Suddenly, her face was a centimeter away and her eyes cut into his with a mischievous glint, as she moved her lips to his ear. A chill ran down his spine as she said, "Alright, let's cut the confessions and leave these simpletons behind. We're both professionals at feigning love and that's all I really want to pretend right now," as she ran her fingertips across his chest.
He found himself leading this muggle he hardly knew, but no he may have just met her but he did know her, a little too well for his liking. WAIT. He, Draco Malfoy, wouldn't do this with this muggle, any muggle for that matter, and he stopped abruptly on the staircase.
She rolled her eyes. Hesitation was the last thing she needed. Then she might lose her nerve.
Suddenly, his back was to the grit of the wall, her lips to his. He found himself responding despite his brains repeated shouts of STOP!
He pushed her against the banister, lips in a tangle his hand skirting her thigh. STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He pushed her farther towards the edge as he pushed his own rationale out of his head. Nothing had made sense since the war had been lost, and this certainly didn't but he wasn't stopping this time, because much to his dismay it felt like it made sense. For that matter, he just felt something period.
She shoved him off her, turned and slipped up the rest of the stairs without a look back. Draco then knew this magnetism wasn't something to be meddled with. He knew he wouldn't be able to fight it for long.
If Chuck was going to have romps then she wasn't going to miss out on the fun. She clenched her eyes tight a she dragged Draco back to the dance floor, hoping to dislodge the image of Chuck handing a wad of bills to a scantily clad woman that was burned into her retinas. No longer would she sit back and let him walk all over her life that had already fallen apart enough this year. Blair Waldorf had promised never to be weak and this was the night to own up to it.
He was so fluid as he cut them across the ballroom, Blair couldn't help but marvel.
"So does this lightness on your feet come naturally or is it because your lovely perception of yourself has lifted you well above the rest?" he sneered at her.
She merely smiled, "I was going to ask you the same thing, Draco."
Okay so maybe he wasn't exactly the nicest guy to seduce but who better to get back at Chuck with, a mysterious and cold Englishman or some static upper east sider. Besides, she knew just what buttons to push, after all, how hard could it be to seduce herself?
"So fitting," she said, "Even the stupid will know a snake when they see one."
"Unfortunately, those who meet you. . ."
"Blair Waldorf."
"Don't have the luxury of a warning."
"I like it that way," she smirked.
After more circles of the floor and witty banter, she tired of this game and just wanted to get a move on. She leaned up, her face against his. She almost said she was leaving, but his chiseled body pressed so close to hers reminded her. No more weakness.
Lucius Malfoy's evening had not been that bad despite the vermin that had piled into his home. He mostly did as he usually would, veiled comments to guests as he toured the room with Narcissa.
As he scanned the room he realized that he couldn't see the platinum head of his son. No way was he getting out of this; the family had to endure this humiliation together,
He quickly left the room and hurried to retrieve his son, presumably from his room, hoping no one noticed his own momentary absence. When he reached the top of the stairs he quite a bit of noise coming from Draco's room, What is this? Lucius thought, its one thing to attempt to get out of the party, but getting away with this while he and his mother suffered through slime, certainly not.
But when he opened the door the sight was a surprise to him not because of what was going on, but who was there.
A brunette he remember vaguely from the beginning of the evening… Waldorf or something, but what struck him was she was a muggle. A muggle with is son.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!"
Her head cleared and Blair looked around in a panic. The rocking of the carriage and tunnel rushing past the window told her she was on the subway, but why would she ever get one here willingly?!
She remembered Draco (She blushed)… Draco's father, she'd never seen someone so enraged, and then everything went blank. No, she had hurriedly left the manor. Yes? And the car… the hired car broke down on the outskirts of the city. Still why would she get on the subway? What had she been thinking?! Whatever, here she was and according to the map next to a stained and tattered advertisement said this train would soon pull onto the street of her hotel.
Her phone beeped: 5 texts from Chuck, 1 from Gossip Girl, and 2 voicemails.
She called her voicemail.
"Blair, listen, I know what that blast made it look like but really it was only my cousin's bachelor party. I thought I told you I was planning it… well yeah. I'm sorry Blair. I…love you."
Relief flooded into her shaking body. Chuck hadn't betrayed her! But then the second message played.
"How could you even do this? I thought we were finally trusting each other again," his voice broke, "I said I loved you, but it looks like you haven't changed and you sure think I haven't. Good bye, Blair."
Her breath was caught in her throat, her chest was exploding, thoughts stopped flowing and she wished her blood had too. She couldn't stop the tears that crawled from her dark eyes. This was all her fault. If she hadn't been so ready to believe the worst of Chuck, this never would have… wait how did Chuck know?
She clicked her inbox:
Spotted: Manhattans Queen Bee fraternizing with some Redcoats. What will Mr. Bass have to say about this?
The pictures following were too telling, the dance floor… the staircase.
Blair was broken. Not caring who saw her weakness, almost wishing the barflies, nightwalkers, and homeless were replaced with Manhattan's elite. She had ruined everything this time. All by herself.
As she stepped off the train onto the concrete platform her attire meriting quite a few stares and second glances, she made another promise. Whoever sent out that blast would never see the lights of Manhattan again.
xoxo
A/N: i hope you liked this update. i know it's kind of short, but a lot of drama was in it and i was strugling with some bits of the writing and it's about to pick up! You know both Blair and Draco aren't going to be able to live with this situation they find themselves in for long...
ps- please review!!!
