Just a little bit of light,
Still left in me,
Just enough for you to take,
What's left of me.
-Break Me by: Babe Youth
Draco was successful in wooing Alison, and they sat down in the bedroom he'd been given to sleep in. He'd set up silencing wards on the room, and shut the door; which he also shut the curtains.
"Well Malfoy looks good shirtless" stated Alison.
"You look great" replied Draco admiring Alison's bra and underwear.
"Are we going to begin, or are you going to make me wait" asked Alison.
Draco smirked at Alison, and got onto the bed and immediately began to kiss her. After she'd eased off his pants it didn't take long to get off his boxers, which then Draco pulled her panties and smirked down at her.
"Scared Alison" asked Draco.
"You'd think so" said Alison.
He then kissed her again, and hastily placed himself inside her. Draco even took notice that she did gasp, after he'd placed himself inside her. He partially had put whatever anger he had left over from whenever he spoke to the man that was supposed to be his father, he definitely needed this.
"Your a veela, aren't you" asked Draco.
"Yes" Alison breathed out.
Draco did a small smirk, but then he slowly began to move inside her; which he then grabbed a hold of the headboard. He eventually quickened his pace, which caused moans from Alison; and from the expression on her face, he found it easy to tell she was getting closer to climax.
As she climaxed, Draco cummed inside of her; while doing so, her body tightened around him. Causing his right hand to smash through the headboard, which then brought down a bedpost. Which then Draco removed his hands from the headboard, and lay down beside her.
"Way to break the bed Malfoy" joked Alison, lowly into his ear causing him to do a small laugh.
Out in the living room, George and Fred both did a satisfied smirk, after hearing the sound of a bedpost crashing down.
"I believe you, owe me and George galleons" said Fred to Ron.
Ron snarled, and reached into his pocket and pulled out the galleons he owed.
"What exactly were you three betting on" asked Hermione.
"Nothing for you to worry about Granger" assured George.
"What was that noise" asked Harry coming into the living room.
"I believe her brother just broke the bed" replied Fred to Harry, while referring to Millie.
"They weren't-" "But they were" smirked George, interrupting Hermione.
"God, how are we going to explain it" asked Ginny.
"We won't have to" answered Fred.
"Besides, Malfoy probably knows a repairing spell anyway" replied Fred.
"And you were a part of this" Hermione hissed angrily at Ron.
"Well not technically...but it seemed like a pretty easy to win bet" shrugged Ron.
"We got assurance we'd win, from Harry" added George.
Hermione glared at Harry.
"What? Malfoy's seems to have enough aggression to do it" defended Harry.
"But you assisted" said Millie.
"Who's side are you on" stated Harry.
"I'm on nobodies side, but Granger does seem to have a point" insisted Millie.
In Draco's guest room, he and Alison had begun to cloth themselves.
"They're fighting out there" said Alison as she placed back on her clothing.
"You're surprised? They probably were betting about something" stated Draco, smirking.
"Were you in on it" questioned Alison.
"No? I was in here, with you" replied Draco.
Alison blushed, then looking away from Draco. Draco then made his way over to the right side of the bed, and stood behind her.
"Mind putting on a shirt" stated Alison, turning around and looking at Draco.
"Yes, I'd mind" answered Draco, wrapping his arms around her.
"And why might that be" replied Alison.
"You don't blush the same way when my shirt's on" responded Draco.
Alison couldn't help, but do a small smile.
"Put on a shirt, while I repair the bed; which you broke" said Alison attempting to pull away.
"One kiss" asked Draco.
"After you've got a shirt on" replied Alison, causing Draco to groan.
Even more so, after Alison pulled away, and took out her wand.
"Reparo" said Alison, waving her wand; which then the bed slowly repaired itself.
"I couldn't just not wear a shirt" asked Draco.
"Put on a shirt, Mr. Malfoy" snapped Alison in a playful way.
"Say it again, won't you" replied Draco with a smirk.
", please put on a shirt" responded Alison touching Draco's face sweetly.
Lucius smirked, looking at a silver pocket watch looking device, his father had given him many years ago.
'Draco's finally become a man'
Lucius chuckled slightly, perhaps threatening the life of his little lover would instill his power over his son. Draco would want to protect the little darling, of course he wouldn't be able to have her for himself...yet. Perhaps a few Cruciatus curses would bring back his son's fear of him, and if Potter may attempt to defend? What would he do then? He was not to kill him, the dark lord would be displeased with that; but perhaps use an old curse he'd kept up his sleeve all this time.
