A smexy drabble inspired by the song So It Goes, by Taylor swift, in her newest album, "Reputation."
I do not own the lyrics or the characters used in this fic.
See you in the dark
All eyes on you, my magician
The first she'd seen him, two years after the dreadful war that destroyed them, she didn't know. Didn't know that one look of hers, would lead to this.
The lights were dim, and loud music blared through the pub. People were shouting, screaming, laughing...but...now that she thought about it, nothing seemed...real. Nothing, except for him.
All eyes on us
You make everyone disappear, and
Cut me into pieces
Gold cage, hostage to my feelings
One look at him, and the music, the cacophony of people faded away. It was just him, and her. His pale visage shone, and his icy grey eyes held her captive, as they regarded her, slowly, languidly.
If only she would have looked around: she would have seen everyone stare at them, transfixed at the beauty of them.
Back against the wall
Trippin', trip, trippin' when you're gone
she was standing there, back against the wall, as his hands caged her within himself, and she couldn't begin to care, care for how she got here. Since that first look, she knew she was gone, lost, lost into his eyes, into him.
He came closer to her, impossibly close, till they were pressed up against each other. Her breath caught as he lowered his face to her, their lips almost touching, and he whispered, "Your move, Granger."
He moved back, away from her, into the shadows till he disappeared. The cold air blew around her, jarring her out of her stupor.
She stumbled back in.
'Cause we break down a little
And when you get me alone, it's so simple
'Cause baby, I know what you know
We can feel it
The next time they meet, she's with a guy, on a date, trying to forget, to wipe out the feeling of him, the feeling of him pressed up against her, the feeling of his voice, as it caressed her, smoothly, languidly, so carelessly that it didn't seem careless at all.
He's there too.
He's alone, and he's right there, in the corner of her eye. She wants to listen to this guy, this guy she's on a date one, but the only thing she can sense right now is him. Everytime he fidgets, moves, her breath catches.
She lasts 20 minutes. 20 minutes and she excuses herself, flustered beyond belief. The guy, the guy she's on a date on, nods, confused, as she apologizes over and over, just to excuse herself.
She can see him get up, rise up oh so smoothly from his chair, lightly brush off his robes as she escapes to the washroom.
She's wipes her face, dabs at it and fans herself, looking at the mirror. She's about to go back into the hall when somebody grabs her and pulls her into the broom closet.
He presses up against her and she knows. Her toes curl up when he brings his mouth close to her ear, "You can feel it too, can't you? That's why you're here. But you promised me, Granger. The next move would be yours."
"It will be." she gasps quietly.
"We'll see." he pulls out the clip holding her hair in place, letting it flow loose. "Come and get it, Granger."
Right before he goes, he presses something into her hand.
She only realizes after he's gone, after she stumbles back and apologizes to the guy, the guy she'd come on a date with, that she couldn't do this, that it was his floo address.
And our pieces fall
Right into place
Get caught up in the moments
Lipstick on your face
You know I'm not a bad girl, but I
Do bad things with you
The moment she's there, he catches her, pulls her to him and she moves, gravitates to him. He's kissing her now, his hands down her sides, in her hair, everywhere. Her hands are everywhere too.
And when he moves against her the same way he does everything else he does: slowly, languidly. He touches her body, and he touches her soul.
"Aren't you being a bad girl, Granger?' he murmurs against her skin.
She kisses him hard, breathing into his lips, into him, "I'm not a bad girl, but I'll do bad things with you."
