Dark Knight

Chapter 2 – Trying

AN: No dirty stuff in this one, I mean by lemon stuff. Wouldn't it be funny to call Harry Scarface instead of Scarhead? Scarface Potter. Say hello to my little "wand". Little indeed. Sorry, to one of my reviewers, there isn't a lot of Harry/Pansy, I don't think I can even get to that, yet. I might make fun of Harry here and there, cause really, it's Harry and Draco is always right. :D

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There's not much a man can do when you've got a naked woman in your arms. Draco couldn't help but take a look. He stared down at her smooth stomach, the soft splash of freckles on her shoulders, her very well rounded arse snugly sitting very close to his welcoming hands. He smirked down at her vulnerable state, satisfied, as he put her down on the bed. If this was some stupid Weasley plan concocted by those idiot twins, it wasn't going too well because he was enjoying it.

It seemed every time he caught glimpses of her flashy hair in the Ministry, running errands, or chasing one of her million brothers out of her office, the Weasley was looking more and more beautiful. There would be a slight jolt in his chest everytime he saw a bit of red here and there. But Draco would often find himself sneering at another bloody redheaded Weasley brother. It's as if they practically lived in the offices. Probably couldn't afford real homes.

Not that he would ever admit it out loud.

Draco regarded her. He grabbed the dark covers, took one last look at her body, spread it over her and smirked some more. He picked up his pyjama bottoms from the foot of the bed and stood up. He made his way to the master bathroom. His foot caught on something sharp, sending his arse crashing down on the elaborate scratchy rug.

"Blast!" He yelped. He swore every curse written under the sun, moon, sky and Merlin's chin as his stubbed toe throbbed painfully.

He had tripped like a bloody muggle. He glanced up at the sleeping form of Weasley, suspiciously. He thought he heard a giggle. He couldn't afford to show off his Malfoy stupor just because of she was

there.

Malfoys are controlled, composed and always the ones who left their opponents on the floor, or lower, when they felt like it.

She had cursed him that must be it. She'd found some way to hex him, curse him, jinx him, always, but this was wholly unfair, because this time he was not prepared.

Yes, he figured from the floor still on his bare arse, she'd done it again, but Draco never willingly gave in, no, and this time was no different, he was not going to give in.

The deceitful, sneaky bint! She'd used her sexual tension on him, and now she was lashing out at him by feigning sleep under his covers naked and innocent. And she'd even brought on his mother in it, making them look like fools. Somehow she'd found a way to make mother to believe they were married. Married, like Draco could ever let himself touch that Weasley. That filthy Weasley.

"Bugger!"

His thoughts began to take over as he got up.

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Forgetting his previous fall, his foot caught on the object, but landed this time on said filthy Weasley. He had held his arms from fully plummeting down on her. She murmered something in her sleep as she tried to push him off her. He could feel her warm breath at the shell of his ear as he tried compress his flowing irritation for her. But she was making it so damn hard.

Literally. He could feel a surge of sensation shoot down between his legs when her arms made contact with his arms.

Draco instantly raised up on his hands, he narrowed his eyes apprehensively down at her on his bed.

His bed.

Weasley.

Blood rushed violently as the thought occurred to him. Her faint scent engulfed him as he tried to breathe. His suspicions were abated as he concentrated on her smiling face.

As gently as he ever thought he could be, he dipped down and weighed a slanted kiss on her cheek.

Satisfied for the moment, he backed up to observe her when he felt a slap on his face. It was none too kind.

"Cheeky monkey."

Was all she said as she turned her naked back on him. He didn't know why he wasn't at all enraged. He wasn't sure why the slap had such an affect on him. But he knew in an instant, it had exactly the opposite affect meant for him. He felt lust, heat, weak - all at once.

Without a word, Draco stumbled to the Master bedroom to relief himself with thoughts of her.

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A/N: K, see how Draco's all confused? Well now I'm confused too now, but it's getting quite exciting, nay? I'm trying to be canon, but that's hard. So I guess I'll have to stick with fluff.

Happy Valentine's Day!

WOOT. No fluff, but hey I'm getting this story on!