A\N: Hey guys. So I know I said the M rating was for later steamy activities... But I wanted to clarify. I had this Harry Potter one shot randomly come at me, and it never included Draco or was based on sex. It's more based on Arianna; I just thought it would be less boring to rope Draco in too. So the sex won't be heavy or anything amazing. It's just another expression of Arianna's feelings.
Arianna's eyelashes fluttered open slowly. The after effects of sleep in her eyes made her adjustment to the light in the room difficult. She groaned softly, reaching to rub the heel of her hands across her eyelids. When her hands landed back on the bed, she rolled onto her stomach, her palm sliding beneath her cheek to act as a makeshift pillow.
She yawned softly, looking at the door of her bedroom and realising she was in her room. Not Draco's. She groaned for the second time, burying her face into her pillows before rolling once again onto her back and looking at the ceiling.
She had to stop dreaming all her memories. Why couldn't she have normal dreams? Or even weird ones that didn't make sense and she forgot as soon as she woke up? Why memories? Memories of him. Memories she was trying so hard to forget.
Thirteen years ago.
"This is absolutely ridiculous! I don't want to get married!" Draco fumed as he paced his room, dressed in nothing but a towel.
Arianna groaned, sprawled on her back and staring at the low slope of Draco's ceiling. "I know! You haven't stopped saying it for an hour," she drawled.
He scowled at her, continuing his frantic pacing. After a moment, Arianna began to frown. She, her parents: Angelina and Duncan, Draco, and Draco's parents: Lucius and Narcissa, had dined together earlier on in the evening, to celebrate the return of the Dark Lord and his upcoming victory.
Arianna had expected as much: she knew her parents were big worshippers. They were open about their love for him. They never lied, which Arianna had to give them a little respect for. Although she couldn't share their passion for the man who destroyed the lives of many. Of course, she could never say that out loud.
She was a pureblood Slytherin; it would be shameful for her to admit she didn't want to be part of Voldemort's followers. She only kept her mouth shut in fear of being cast away; from her parents, despite their sometimes vicious behaviour towards her, Draco and her life, no matter how shitty it was.
But she wasn't scared of being killed. She didn't fear death. She did, however, find Lucius Malfoy rather amusing when he spoke of the Dark Lord, as he always seemed to sweat or stammer. No one had ever asked Arianna's opinion and her parents just seemed to assume she wanted to devote herself to Voldemort as much as they did.
Did she hell. Despite her initial assumptions, there was no mention of he-who-should-not-be-named. Only her parents and Draco's parents plan on pushing the two into an arranged marriage. Both Draco and Arianna had choked on their food, panicked eyes finding each other.
The main reason being for the last three weeks they'd been at it like rabbits and thought they were being called out. But no, their parents wanted them to wed and by the sounds of it: soon. Then to get on with bearing the first child that would be a Locket-Malfoy, one of the best 'statuses' to have, according to them.
It would be a pureblood, of course, with pureblood ancestors on both sides, dating back century's. Not to mention more money than Harry Potter. Draco and Arianna would receive the Malfoy Manor to continue the legacy of their names and Draco would receive a share in all Lucius's galleons and work for him, not that Arianna really knew how he got his galleons or had any inkling as to what his job was.
At first, she was as horrified as Draco. It would be complete madness to get pregnant and try to start a family, raising a child in the middle of a war. But after they had retreated to Draco's room and he took a shower, she couldn't stop thinking just how good of an idea it really was. At least to marry Draco. They had been best friends from the mere age of four.
They attended school together, had their own inside jokes, understood each other's body language and emotions. She'd recently lost her virginity to him and, not that she'd admit it to anyone but herself, she'd been in love with him since she was thirteen. Now, lying here listening to Draco declare how much he didn't want her was killing her.
"What's up?" The bed dipped as Draco sat beside her, the back of his palm rubbing across her cheek bone.
She closed her eyes for a brief second, enjoying his skin on hers and the warmth that seeped into her from his touch. She shook her head softly, sighing and fidgeting a little to get comfy.
"Come on, I know something's wrong. What is it?" He whispered close to her ear.
Delicate shivers ran softly down her spinal column, goose bumps erupting across her exposed flesh and her nipples tightening. She slowly opened her eyes, locking automatically with Draco's. She swallowed softly and sat up, her hand cupping his face. He smiled softly and leant into her hand, his own hand falling from her face to cup the back of her neck, sending a new round of shivers down her spine.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
Her eyes betrayed her nervousness, despite her strong and unwavering voice. She knew this would be the last time, knew he wouldn't want her after she told him how much he meant to her; how much she needed him. She knew for certain he'd go running the moment she spoke the three words weighing heavy on her heart.
He groaned low in his chest, his lips clashing with hers in a desperate and wet kiss. A mewl came from Arianna's, her hands locking into his hair and pulling him down over her body as his lips continued to slant over hers. His hands were tender against her neck, her cheeks, in her hair. The small actions over sensitised her body, making just the brush of his hand on her thigh almost physically painful.
Arianna movements grew desperate as her small hands tugged at his towel, trapped between her body and his. She wanted him inside her, wanted the powerful connection that bonded two human beings together. His breaths were ragged against her neck, his hands cupping her face and hip bone tightly. She could feel his ring crushing her cheek bone, but she didn't care.
Her lack of oxygen made her head fuzzy as he pressed her down with all his weight, but she didn't care. Didn't care about anything or anyone, but this one boy who turned her life upside and held her in pieces when she was broken. The boy who calmed and soothed her when she worried herself sick, or dreamt of the upcoming battle, the end of the peace and world she knew.
She didn't know where they would be in eight months, didn't even know if anyone of them would be alive in eight months. She was fed up of being ruled by unseen forces and a future that was not here yet. She only wanted Draco, and his love, and his touch, and she wanted it now.
"Easy," he whispered softly.
Arianna took a deep, shuddering breath and realised she had begun to cry. She didn't want Draco to see, didn't want to explain herself right now and destroy this perfect, wonderful moment. Her last moment with him. She nodded in agreement against his shoulder, letting him pull her up as he began to remove her top.
She conspicuously dried her eyes with the cotton as she helped, before removing the item completely and dropping it to the floor. Draco had his arms clasped around her in moments, undoing her bra with a small flick of the wrist. Her bra quickly joined her top before Draco sat back and looked at her.
It was only at that moment did she realise her chest was heaving, her eyelashes trembling. His hands rose slowly as if he was afraid to scare her off with sudden movements. They sat firmly on her small hips when he finally did touch her, his gentle fingers skimming up and down the sides of her body, brushing the swell of her breasts.
Arianna's eyes wanted nothing more than to flutter closed and enjoy this moment, lie back and wither in pleasure at his achingly strong, warm hands touching and marking her as his. But her eyes didn't dare leave his face; couldn't look away from the fascination and the pure, raw lust painted there.
Her heart squeezed as she watched his eyes burn trails across her body. She could see the love in his gaze; his face. She could feel it in hands, but he would never say it because he would never realise it. She knew this, she always had, but she fought it. Tonight, she wasn't going to fight it.
She'd had enough; she was tired and so desperately wanted to give into a love he couldn't provide for her. Draco's eyes looked up, connecting with hers as his thumbs brushed her nipples. A shock rippled through her, followed by her quiet gasp. He smirked to himself, his hands and thumbs running across her belly, towards her pyjama shorts.
Arianna couldn't take her eyes off him, couldn't stop looking at his flawless skin, his glowing silver eyes in the dark or his ridiculously blonde hair. She loved him so much it physically hurt and she knew she had to tell him in the morning but right here, in what was left with her time with Draco, she would pretend he loved her in the same heart-wrenching way.
His thumbs hooked into her shorts and panties, pulling them down together and removing them together. Laid bare in front of him, Arianna's heart began to bounce against her rib cage, her pulse fluttering. She had been nude in front of Draco a few times now but her reaction to his hungry hands and eyes never changed.
There was always a catch in the back of his throat that transformed into a growl deep in his chest. Before he gripped her hard and pushed into her with such raw power she couldn't help but scream. This time, however, the catch was there, but the rest wasn't. There was no desperate thrusting, no back scratching or screams.
There was simply Draco removing his towel to add to Arianna's discarded clothes before he lowered himself onto her, only balancing a minimal amount of his weight so that their skin was touching. Her breasts against his chest, his hips in hers, the one thing she desired against her aching and wet centre.
He stroked her hair softly, his fingertips running along the column of her throat and her bare shoulders. Arianna released a tight breath as he stroked his fingers along her scalp, her arms wrapped around his cool neck and hand buried in the strands of his white-blonde hair.
A breathy moan passed her tingling lips as Draco pressed into her wetness, slow and gentle, his lips on her neck and collar bones. His thrusts were slow, steady and rhythmic. His hands continued to touch her, love her, and worship her. Her hands returned the favour, her eyes prickling with tears at the sheer intensity of emotion balled inside her.
It continued to grow and expand with Draco's thrusts, her nose buried in his hair, inhaling his scent every time she took a ragged breath or let out a long moan. The pace they had set was so deliciously slow, the build of her pleasure and emotions were ten times stronger than anything she'd ever experienced with Draco, or in her life.
They breathed each other's name repeatedly, arms clinging together for dear life and sweat making their bodies slippery. Draco's silk throw at the bottom of his bed had clung to her legs and his, causing Draco's movements to become a little jagged and less paced. Arianna believed at one point she was looking down on them, as the ball inside her grew and burnt deep in her belly.
They looked so beautiful together, more beautiful than she had ever realised. Both with pale, flawless skin. Slim, soft bodies that wrapped and fit together like a puzzle piece. Her shocking red hair spilt across his black pillow cases like spilt blood across a dark pavement. Her eyes were as wide as his silvery-grey ones that were so different, and unique.
With a startling jolt, Arianna felt herself fall back into her own body, like when you fall off a kerb in your dreams and wake with a start. Before suddenly, her body exploded once more, flying apart at the seams. Her emotions ripped her apart from the inside out, pressing down on her heart and her head and weighing her down, rooting her to the bed.
Tears fell from her eyes, sliding across her rouged, hot cheeks and bleeding into her hair. Draco followed her experience, the feel of his essence pouring inside her even more overwhelming than her own orgasm. For a moment they both panted for breath, Arianna quietly crying. Draco pressed a long kiss to her chest, exactly where her heart was.
Her breath caught in her throat in surprise, a fresh round of hot tears pouring from her eyes. She'd never experienced a love so tender from a boy so blinded. Draco settled his head on her belly, her fingers sliding through the messed strands of his hair and his warm and sweaty scalp. Her eyes watched the ceiling as he stroked her thighs and sighed contentedly.
When she drifted off, her smile was bittersweet.