Chapter 3

Malfoy Manor had a rather extensive library. It was the biggest room in the house, not much smaller than an Olympic swimming pool. Unlike most of the Manor the room was light and airy, large windows effectively letting in the late-afternoon light.

Its walls were covered from ceiling to floor in bookcases. There wee even a couple of ladders on rails for reaching the higher shelves. There was a huge range of, subjects covered in the dusty tomes lining the bookshelves.

Books on Arithmancy sat next to books on Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Charms, Herbology, Transfiguration, Magical Concealment and Disguise, Wandlore, Quidditch and naturally lots and lots of books on the various branches of the Dark Arts. Of course it was very difficult to actually find anything when everything was jumbled in together and there was nothing like a filing system.

The library was surprisingly busy for the middle of the day. There were several Death Eaters milling around the shelves, looking for some book or other. A couple more were sitting in various plush armchairs, reading or chatting with each other in hushed voices. Like in a public library, loud conversation was frowned on in this part of the house.

Draco Malfoy was sitting in a comfortable chair by one of the windows, reading a rather large book called Jinxes for the Jinxed. Or rather he was trying to read. He was not getting very far. He had read the same sentence half a dozen times in the last 30 seconds.

He was completely preoccupied. His mind kept wandering back to the night before. It had been absolutely amazing. Nothing he had ever experienced with Pansy Parkinson had prepared him for those two times with Bellatrix.

Pansy was so inexperienced, so hesitant, so lacking in passion. He had never been sure with Pansy whether she was just going through the motions or actually enjoying herself. Bella however was wicked, seductive and incredibly passionate. She was also far sexier and far more beautiful than Pansy.

Despite the fact that the first time with Bella had been unbelievable Draco had been reluctant to let it happen again. She was after all his Aunt. Even though inter-marriage was fairly common in pure-blood families, particularly the Black family he knew there would be major fallout if anyone were to find out about what had happened.

His resolve not to repeat what happened had lasted only a week, although to be fair it had been Bella that had seduced him the second time. The second time had been even better than the first. It was only the day after and he was already dying to get her back in his bed.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear he thought as a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. Long, wavy brown hair framed her square, pale lovely face and a long black dress hugged her slender figure. The neck of the dress was low enough that the tops of her breasts were teasingly visible. Her eyes flicked towards him momentarily and she gave him a quick smile. She glanced quickly around the room before going over to a shelf and selecting a small black book.

She walked over to him and pressed the book into his hands. 'Toujours Pur, A Study of the Origins and History of The Black Family' the cover read. He vaguely remembered seeing it before. "You should read this Draco" she said in her usual haughty tone. With that she turned around and started to walk out. He couldn't help watching her walk away, his eyes drawn to her lovely ass. The tight black dress showed it off to perfection.

When she had gone he turned his attention to the book in his hands, wondering why she had asked him to read it. His question was immediately answered when he opened it to the first page. A small piece of parchment had been tucked into it. It said simply 'My room. Midnight. B.' He smiled at her craftiness. He hadn't even seen her put the parchment in the book and he'd been watching her since she had come in. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking and quickly slipped the note in his pocket.

As he got up and left the library his mind was racing ahead to the time when he would get to sneak into her room. Midnight was only 7 hours away but it seemed far longer to him. He was already anticipating the pleasure that would await him in Bella's bed.

The clock struck midnight as Draco stole silently along the hallways of the manor. He heard its distinctive chime in the distance. It was clear why she had chosen midnight; no one would be about at this hour. Even those who tended to go to bed late and wake late would be in bed. The Death Eaters were well used to conducting business in secrecy and had no need to be nocturnal.

In the unlikely event anyone was about he had some leftover Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. No need for anyone to wonder why he was roaming the manor in the middle of the night.

He couldn't believe how quiet and empty the manor was as night. Even when there had only been the three of them living there it had never seemed this quiet and empty during the day. An Owl screeching outside made him jump. He mentally told himself he was being foolish. He was of age and he had been branded with the Dark Mark. He should not be jumping at sounds like a child. Besides, Bella was waiting for him upstairs.

The thought of her brought back his anticipation and he started to walk faster, increasing his speed as much as he could while trying to walk silently. He quickly climbed the stairs to the 4th Floor where most of the bedrooms were. There were many other people sleeping on this floor so he slowed down a bit and was very careful to tread as silently as he could. Even so every minute he half-expected someone to hear him and come bursting out of their door.

He reached Bella's door without incident and slid it slowly and quietly open. No lights were on in the room.. However he could still see clearly. The moonlight streaming through the open curtains illuminated the room well. The room was a bit larger than his room but furnished in a similar style. One difference was that the bed was a King rather than a Queen and was curtained in filmy black. The other difference was the color scheme. Purple and Black were the main color in this room.

His eyes went to the bed. The curtains on it were drawn. He could the pale curve of Bella's shoulder, the line of her neck and the spill of her long brown wavy hair on the pillow. Her face was turned away from him. He turned around and slid the door closed with a soft thump.

Immediately she sat up, pulling the edge of the black satin sheet up over her chest as she did. She smiled mischievously when she saw it was him. "I see you got my note" she said, a note of irony in her voice. "If would seem so" he said amusedly. "Do I even need to ask why you wanted me to come." She chuckled. "You're a big boy, I think you can figure it out" she purred. 'Or do I need to show you?" she added suggestively.

He grinned wickedly at her as unbuttoned his green silk pajama top and dropped it on the floor. He then undid the tie of matching green pajama bottoms and let them slide to his ankles. Her dark eyes had a lascivious look in them as she took in his body. "I think I can guess" he said mock-seriously. "But by all means show me."

She crooked her finger at him and he quickly crossed the space to the bed. He crawled over the covers till he was close enough to kiss her. She leaned in and kissed him hungrily, one hand on the back of his neck.

She lay down, pulling him half on top of her. His arms snaked around her and his tongue found hers. The kiss was long, deep and rough, the kiss of two people who want each other badly. He cut his lower lip accidently on her teeth. She sucked on his lower lip, tasting the blood. It hurt but was also strangely erotic to him.

She ran her hands down his back, feeling the healing scratches on his shoulder blades and back. He could tell what she was thinking – that she did good work. He couldn't help finding the darkness in her incredibly alluring.

He realized in that moment that it was not only her beauty but her darkness he was attracted to. She was everything he had been brought up to revere – pure-blood, proud, incredibly powerful and infinitely loyal to the Dark Lord. She had done terrible things in his name, things that had landed her in Azkaban. He only wished he had her courage, her unwavering commitment to the cause, her love for all things dark.

He yanked the sheets down roughly, exposing her lovely body. His eyes went immediately to her breasts. He put his lips on them and nibbled at and sucked on her breasts. His teeth grazed her skin slightly and a small sound of pleasure came from her mouth. Her obvious enjoyment told him he could be rougher and she would like it. He nipped and sucked mercilessly until her nipples were hard.

When he tugged gently on one nipple with his teeth she let out a soft moan. Instinctively she knew what she wanted. He took her breast into his mouth and slowly bit down, not breaking the skin but leaving a perfect set of teeth marks in the flesh of her breast.

Her back arched and she moaned. He ran his fingers down her body and placed the tips of his fingers inside her. She was already so wet. With that he moved down her body and kneeled between her legs, the throbbing in his groin demanding attention.

She looked down her body at him as he positioned himself between her thighs, her dark eyes glittering in anticipation. He could stand it no longer.

He slid the tip of himself inside her, moaning when he found that although she was wet she was still very tight. He slowly pushed himself inside her, fighting for every inch but enjoying the sensation of her so tight. From the expression on her face she was enjoying it too.

Soon he could thrust and he did so hard and fast, drawing gasps of pleasure form her throat. He could tell she hadn't expected him to be so rough but was really enjoying it.

Her responsiveness spurred him on and he thrust even harder and deeper, hitting the end of her with each thrust and making her cry out in pleasure. He fought hard to keep the same pace and angle as she started to write underneath him. He could feel himself getting close to the edge.

"Roll on your back" she whispered in his ear. He did so, rolling the both of them so she was on top, their bodies still joined. She sat up, straddling him.

She picked up a black scarf from where is had been lying invisible among the black sheets of the bed. She took his arms and placed both his wrists on the iron bars that made up the headboard.

She ran the scarf down her body before quickly and deftly tying his hands to the headboard. He couldn't help wondering if she had done this before. He pulled against the scarf experimentally and found he couldn't move his hands at all. He was tied tightly. Being at her mercy was as the same time highly erotic and rather frightening. She was after all a dangerous woman.

"Scared are you?" she purred wickedly, seeing the expression on his face. She gave him a predatory smile, the look in her eyes letting him know that she liked knowing he was little bit scared.

She tightened herself around him and started to grind her hips, making him let out a moan. She moaned herself as he started to move his hips against her increasing the friction. Both of them moaned softly. A delicious pressure started to build up between his legs.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she rode him faster and harder, making his eyes go roll back in his head. The sensation and view were both amazing. The combination of her of her rough, fast strokes and the view of her gorgeous body riding his was rapidly bringing him back to the edge.

The pace of her movements became erratic as her body began to writhe above his. The sensation of her body spasming around his pushed him of the edge. He body arched as pleasure filled his whole body and pulled against the scarf until his wrists were chaffed. \

His orgasm brought hers and she cried out in pleasure as she came, not once but several times in short succession, waves of pleasure rocking her body until she collapsed exhausted on top of him.

When she could move she untied the scarf biding his wrists. He rubbed them and lay back in the bed. "Don't tell me you were really scared" she said, a hint of mockery in her voice. "Not at all" he replied rather unconvincingly. She laughed and the high sound sent shivers down his spine.

"Don't worry Draco" she purred, running a finger down his face. "I prefer you in one piece"