Recap: "One game, one bottle, and I'm gone!" He holds up his hands in defeat, he knows I'll do what I need to in order to get rid of him.
"Fine, but we play by MY rules!"
Chapter 2: Let the Games Begin
2 hours and one bottle later:
Mya lined up a corner shot on the 8 ball, trying hard to hold her balance; half a bottle of whiskey would do that to anyone.
"If you don't shut your trap, I'm going to smash what's left of that bottle over your scrawny head." Mya called back over her shoulder as she took her shot. The 8 ball bounced off the right wall and back to the middle. "Damn it; now see what you made me do?" She picked up the bottle of whiskey and chugged a shot.
"You shoot like a girl." He staggered forward grabbing the cue out of her hand.
"That's hit like a girl, you piss ant, and if you haven't noticed by now I am a girl!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing." He grinned cockily, lining up a side shot on the 8 ball.
"It's an insult, piss ant, now take your damn shot…both of them!"
"I'd much rather take you, but the whiskey will do for now." The cue ball cracked across the table hitting the edge of the 8 ball sending it spinning into the side left pocket. "I'd say that's game, set, and match. You owe me a kiss!"
"I owe you no such thing, I said one game, one bottle, you're gone; you've had 2 games and one bottle – now you're gone!" Mya took the few unsteady steps needed to reach the table, leaning her hands against it and trying to regain her balance. A quietly muttered spell allowed the dizziness to wear down, but the alcohol was still zooming through her system. As she regained her bearings she felt him behind her, he placed his hands on her arms.
"Come on, Mya, just one, that's all I'm asking." His hands ran down her arms to circle her bare waist, his fingers playing with her belly chain, he nuzzled her hair noting she smelled like fresh strawberries. "One kiss can't hurt, it never did before."
Mya spun around quickly to face him, causing his arms to wrap around her waist, taking advantage of the situation he pulled them flush with each other. Mya could feel his hardness pressing into her belly, a reminder of times past that sparked lust coursing in her veins.
"Tell me you don't feel it; tell me it's all a dream, because I can't get you out of my head!" He asked before she could berate him for taking liberties with her.
"It's your dream, your delusion, and I will not get caught in it again, I won't!" She placed her hands on his chest, intending to push him away; her fingers flexed a moment, relishing the feel of his warmth against her, "I'm done, it's over, you know that! You, oh arrogant one, only admit you love me when you are drunk, and I will not be with you when you are drunk or even when you are sober for that matter!" She pushed him away from her; he stumbled back into a nearby chair. "We are done, finished, caput, do not come near me again." With that Mya walked about of the club intending to apparate home.
It took him only a moment to realize that she left, he scrambled up out of the chair and flew out the door, he looked around trying to see sight of her. There, to his left, he could never mistake that hair or that fine ass! He took off to the left catching up with her moments later. He grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him, still holding her wrist with one hand and his other around her waist.
"We are not done yet. You want to know why I only admit I love you when I'm drunk. It's because it's the only time I'm insane enough to say it, to think that maybe one day you might say the same again. You loved me once too remember! Or was it so easy to forget, were you using me just as they said you were; because I sure as hell wasn't using you. Say something damn it!"
Mya pulled her wrist out of his grasp, massaging it with her other hand. "What do you want me to say? Yes, I loved you; yes, you hurt me; no, I won't take you back. It's over; you have to deal with that. And finding me while we're on holiday and in a muggle club no less that's low even for you! I'm going home now, and you are going to let me go." Mya was tired; tired of fighting, both him and herself, she couldn't win, there was no easy solution here.
He bowed his head, resting it on her shoulder, his arms held tight around her waist. Letting go was the last thing he wanted to do. He let everything get in the way once; he wouldn't let it happen this time. He looked up into her eyes, she noticed the fierce determination she saw in them.
"NO!"
"You know once I make my mind up there's no changing it, I always get what I want, Mya, always!"
"Let go of me, right now, I mean it!" She struggled to break lose of his hold on her waist.
"Never again will I let go!" She looked up into his eyes in time to see the lust coated determination clearly portrayed before he kissed her hard and apparated them away.
Sunrise the following morning
Hermione woke to the sun shinning through her bedroom window. She absently waved her hand at the curtains causing them to slide closed as she buried her head beneath the blankets, hoping to grab a few more hours of sleep. After about 15 minutes of watching the clock she knew that sleep would not come again that morning. Blindly opening the drawer at the bedside table Hermione grabbed a hangover potion she kept handy for days such as these. Hermione groaned as she sat up, morning was the one thing right now she didn't want to face. Things had not gone well last night, being ambushed at the club, drinking herself into a stupor, yeah, not well at all.
She silently padded to the bathroom, nothing better for a hangover than a good hot shower. Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror, noting the dark circles under her eyes and wondering if she had any concealor left. Taking a step back from the mirror she noticed something there that wasn't there yesterday; in the center of her chest sat a grayish blue dragon with eyes of glowing amber, his wings spread across her chest above her breasts and his tail spiraled between her breasts pointing towards her stomach.
"Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Tell me I didn't do that! Mya, you're stupid!" Hermione berated herself as she walked back to her bedroom. Reaching the doorway in record time she took in the state of the room. Everything looked as it should with the exception of the bed, there, tangled in the green flannel sheets was a certain blond with a rather toned chest that she was hoping she wouldn't see. Hermione braced herself against the wall; on his chest, just over his heart, was his own emerald eyed Bengal tiger looking ready to bound right off of him, it was the other half of her own tattoo! "Damn it all, how could I have been so stupid?" Or drunk, she added in her mind.
Deciding she couldn't stall forever, Hermione waved her hands at the curtains opening them as much as possible and letting the sunlight stream into the room.
"Alright, you, out of my bed," she drew the covers back, "out of my house, and out of my life!"
"Mya, shut the damn curtains and I'll get up."
"Oh no, I want you up and out now, I'm not shutting them. You got me into this, now I'm kicking you out of it!" Hermione stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest; she hadn't paid attention to her state of dress, or rather near undress.
"Fine," the blond grabbed his wand from the floor and quickly closed the curtains allowing his eyes to relax in the dim light, "I'm up, are you happy now?"
"Your sarcasm will solve nothing, I want you to undo it and undo it now!"
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes trying to wake himself up. When he looked back he could tell she was mad as hell, she stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her bare hips, her chest heaving under the white tank top she wore, and he smirked at the green satin knickers she wore.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, you bound us together, you fucking prick!" Hermione picked up a vase off her dresser and threw it at his head; he ducked as it crashed against the wall.
"You can't undo it and neither can I; I thought you of all people would have known that. Wizarding marriages are permanent, no annulment, no divorce, no undoing the magic that bound us."
"Oh no, there has to be a way to undo it, there's always a way to undo it. There's always a counter spell or something. Damn it, why did you do this?" Panic was overrunning her logical mind; Hermione sank to the ground pulling her knees up to her chest. She took a moment to collect herself before speaking again. "This is all your fault. You just couldn't let go, couldn't let me live my life," With every sentence she drew closer to him, "No, you had to go and fuck it up by marrying us!" Hermione pushed him back on the bed, so she stood straddling his legs. He grabbed her arm as she moved to push him again, pulling her down on the bed flush with his body.
"Do you plan on listening to me, or just continuing to assault me?" He wrapped his arm around her waist with his hands flush against her back. "You aren't going to get anywhere so you might as well talk to me."
"Since when are you the rational one?"
"Since I know that there is no way out, we deal with it and we move on. I'm trying to make the best of a bad situation." His hand on the small of her back started to inch her shirt up so he could caress her skin; his baby blues never left her own brown eyes. "Why fight it when the sex is so good?" He was now drawing circles on the small of her back, trying to stir the lust he knew was kept deep within her.
Her stare wavered, her eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the sensation he was causing in her; like a snake he struck, his mouth on hers, his kiss was strong, demanding and urgent. He pulled her shirt up her back exposing more skin to his wandering hands, his tongue tasting her lips, seeking entrance to the warmth of her mouth; entrance she granted as they dueled for dominance. Hermione's hands tangled in his hair holding him close as she rolled to her side, he followed rolling them all the way over so he lay between her legs. Hermione wrapped her leg around his holding him to her as she lifted her pelvis up, an unspoken plea driving her forward. He nipped her bottom lip as he broke the kiss and continued further down her neck; he ground his pelvis against her, his need evident as it pressed against her thigh.
Hermione felt the flutter of wings on her chest as he pushed her shirt up taking an aching nipple in his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers as he nipped, licked, and sucked her nipple into a pert aching bud. Like a man starving he attacked the other nipple, giving it the same attention, his eyes never leaving her face as he watched her pleasure play out. They continued to grind against one another, her nails clawing his back as she held him to her; with one hand he teased her unattended nipple, while his other stroked her side moving lower to the waistband of her knickers. He smirked against her skin remembering the color of her knickers, green certainly did suit her well. His fingers dipped under the waistband of her knickers traveling lower to brush the outside of her wet folds. He slowly pushed two fingers inside of her and something in him raised its head and growled mine!A growl started low in his throat, he raised his head, his eyes locking with hers, "Mine," he claimed her lips in a bruising kiss as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, but not quite pushing her over.
He pushed further into her flicking the tips of his fingers in a come hither motion, "Say it, Mya," he growled as he kissed her again, breaking away quickly as he withdrew his fingers from her body, "Say it and I'll give you everything you want."
Hermione whimpered at the loss of contact, so close, she was so close to orgasm. She reached her hand up around his neck grabbing onto the small length of hair she found and brought his face nose to nose with hers, "Fuck me hard," her statement was punctuated with a sharp up thrust of her hips.
"Say it!"
"Go to hell!"
"Been there, sweetheart, nice to visit but don't feel like staying, thanks." He rotated his pelvis against her heated core, "If you want this," he heard her moan low, "You have to say it!"
"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" Hermione pushed against his chest rolling him to the side as she jumped off the bed. "I don't care if you're the last man on earth, I won't say it, and I WILL find a way out of this!"
He jumped off the bed and stood toe to toe with her, "You think so do you? Well, let me tell you, there is only one way out of this and I don't think you're willing to go that far!"
"Oh, trust me, I could kill you, don't ever doubt that."
"Are you willing to risk a piece of your soul on that? Because that's the cost, Hermione," he walked away from her, pulling back the curtains he stood at the window staring out at the horizon, "Somehow, I don't think you're willing to risk that."
"You better take a second look because there is more to me than you will ever know, I hold more secrets than you do, I'm sure!"
"No, I think you're only worried about one thing," he turned to face her, the light from the sunrise highlighting him in an opalescent glow, "I think you just want to make sure that you don't get pregnant before you figure a way out of this."
Hermione's heart sank in her chest, she had forgotten about that, forgotten that for the tattoo's to fully bind they had to consummate the marriage; from the look of the bed and the lack of clothes she was certain that they had gone at it half the night.
"Tell me you used some kind of contraceptive spell, a potion, hell, even a muggle condom would have worked!" Hermione's ire rose when he smirked at her.
"Now how could I have forgotten the latex? You know how much I just love the latex; oh wait, I was supposed to have the potion on hand. Darn, I forgot to brew it, and, my dear Hermione, if I remember correctly, you were a little to busy trying to get me naked that I had dropped my wand somewhere on the floor near the bed. Now you tell me, in your assault of my person last night when I had time to do any of those before you jumped me? Oh yes, that's right, I couldn't, and it's too late to do anything about it now." He grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around so she landed on the bed, he lay atop her prone form, "Don't worry, luv, any child would be born after you graduate."
"You arrogant, egotistical, self-serving bastard; how could you?"
"Easy, I told you last night, I'm not letting go, never again will you get away from me. I don't care if you're half a world away I'll still know where you are. Get used to it, Hermione, you're stuck with me, till death do us part."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you." With a flick of her wrist and a wave of her hand, Draco was thrown across the room, "I wouldn't follow me if you know what's good for you." Hermione quickly slid on her hip-huggers that were thrown over a chair, grabbed her wand and apparated out of her house.
He sat slumped against the wall marveling at her blatant display of wandless magic, while he chuckled to himself, "You'll be back, Hermione, you always come back."