Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, places, or ideas. I just own Gwen, Stacy, the plot, and way too much spare time.
A/N: Ok, so here is my chappie nine. That's all I've got to say about that. OH OH OH check out my awesome poem I wrote in Mythology 1 the other day!
Fanfiction:
Fucking
Awesome
Nirvana
For
Incredibly
Creative
Types
Incapable
Of
Normalcy
Seems fitting, doesn't it?
Anyway, onwards! Huzzah!
{Draco's POV}
I clutched her as I thrust in and out. She was moaning splendidly in my left ear and her fingernails dug into my skin. I gripped her hips firmly, as she was beginning to slip and slide along the wall I had backed her against. I could feel her walls tighten excruciatingly around my shaft, bringing me close to release. So painfully close…almost…
I awoke with a start. I flung myself into an upright position, but immediately regretted it. The stickiness in my sheets can only mean one thing, and soaking in my own seed all day does not sound very appealing. I can't say that I didn't vastly enjoy that dream though…
I cleaned up the mess and headed to the shower with my thought swimming with the remembrance if the details of the dream. I've never had one where she was against a wall before, but I'll have to ask her about it when we hit that point in our relationship. I've had sex dreams about Gwen for months now; ever since the day I first saw her contort. I've not seen her contort for a while now, now that I think on it.
As I scrubbed my body, I mused on Gwen. She and I grow closer every day, and I'm beginning to see every picture of my future with her in it. I can't believe that I've actually reached the point where I can't imagine myself ten years in the future without her next to me. We could be so very happy together. We could get a nice house with lots of room for the two of us. It could be located near a coast somewhere, with a huge outside area for Cujo. It would be a perfect place for children to raised; quiet, secluded, and happy.
Hope would love it too. We could take her and whatever other kids we might have to the beach all the time. Gwen said that Hope loved the water, as did she. I've never been in the ocean myself, or seen it as a matter of fact, but I suppose it's very nice and pretty. I got out of the shower trying to think of areas of the world in which I could make all this happen eventually.
Just then, I felt a large brown something smash into my head. "Ruddy owl! Why the hell could you not wait until breakfast to give me this?" My eagle owl hooted reproachfully and seemed to nod to the clock on my bedside table. It read two in the morning. "Oh, so you couldn't wait that long, eh? It just had to be now?" The owl pecked my knuckle sharply, drawing blood. "OUCH! You bloody-"
"Draco?" Said a voice from the hallway that I knew only too well. I tuned my head toward my redheaded girlfriend. "Yea?" I attempted to state casually, shaking my still wet hair out of my eyes. She giggled and drew out her wand. She cast what must have been a drying charm, because I felt like an egg had been cracked on my head and then my hair was dry.
"What are you doing up so early?" She asked. "What are you doing up so early?" I retorted. "You screamed and woke me up. What's your excuse?" Damn, she had me there. "I..um…I just had a dream and it woke me up. No big deal." "Oh, really? What was it abou-" "I don't wanna talk about it just now, ok?" She nodded.
She crawled into the covers next to me and snuggled herself in them. I raised an eyebrow at her antics. She pouted. "My room is all the way over there," she stated, pointing a finger at the wall, "and you woke me up. So you owe me one. Now get in here for Merlin's sake. I'm cold." Gwen had never been in a bed next to me and I probably should have made doubly sure that she was ready, but I decided against it. Hey now, when the woman is asking me to jump in a bed with her, I don't ask questions.
I slipped underneath the covers and blew out the candle I had lit only a moment ago. I yanked the bed curtains around us closed and enraptured Gwen into my arms. She was soft, snuggly (Yes, I, Draco Malfoy, used the adjective and or word in general that is snuggly.), and really bloody warm.
I peppered her shoulder blade with kisses. She giggled. "So, who was your letter from?" I suddenly realized that I hadn't even bothered to look. I grabbed the envelope off the bedside table. "It's from my parents. They probably want to know if I'm ready for OWL's and what not."
"Well, are you?" She asked me. I shrugged. "I suppose. Are you?" "I guess. We should all just study though. Just in case." She yawned loudly. But we can voice that idea later. She very slowly placed her lips against mine. The kiss was slow, tired. She cuddled into my side and I knew she would fall asleep soon. Sleep didn't sound like such a bad idea…
{Gwen's POV}
Draco and I awoke some time later that day and went down to breakfast with the pressure of the OWL's beginning to heighten. We ran the idea of a large study group day with the others, and they all reluctantly agreed that it was a good idea.
We all gathered in the common room after class and spread out our books and notes. We read, exchanged notes and ideas, made study schedules, and laughed a lot. We studied all day and well into the night, eventually falling into a somewhat uncomfortable sleep on a mixture of floor, leather couches, books, parchment, each other, and my dog.
~7~
Our study session had helped us all out big time. We all passed our OWL's with flying colors and plans for the end of year Slytherin bash were in full swing. The girls and I were just getting ready for it now. We were all getting dressed in our funkiest dress robes and going all out to make the party an absolute blast.
We arrived at the room of requirement ten minutes late on purpose ("we have to make a hellacious entrance!" Daphne said). Everyone was already dancing and drinking. It seemed every Slytherin third year and above had showed up.
Astoria and her friends and sort of boyfriend were sitting in a corner, whispering. I have a bad feeling that they're going to disrupt the fun of the party. I really have no idea what her problem is. Oh yeah, she's in love with my boyfriend…
Sort of. I mean, I really think that she only wants to be with him because he's a gorgeous rich boy. I can't say that I blame her though. You can't help but love the guy. Speaking of the L word, I can't help but wonder if we're ever going to say the phrase "I love you" to each other. Stacy and Seamus said it ages ago. Then again...they've also had sex. I also wonder when that's going to happen…not that that's something I want to rush. Sexual situations still scare the soaring shit out of me. That was one hellacious alliteration…
"Gweny!" Stacy shouted across the room. "Come have a drink!" She shoved a glass of a bubbly substance into my hands. I glared shortly at the multicolored girl. "You know I don't drink if I don't have to." "What kind of a situation would you be required to drink in?" asked my beloved boyfriend as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "When your house is full of drunk soldiers and you want to remain sane." He nodded in understanding.
"Well, it seems that your no drinking policy doesn't cover everyone in this room," Millie giggled and pointed a finger at the back wall. Astoria was slouching slightly with her mouth agape, her hand wrapped around the obvious erect shaft of none other than Marcus Flint. "Oh, Gross! I'm BLIND!" I yelped, covering my forever scarred eyes.
Daphne looked down in disgrace. "Wait until mum hears this one…" "Do you think she'll believe you?" asked Blaise. Daphne nodded solemnly. "oh yea. Astoria has had a major dring problem since she was eleven." "Eleven?" I asked disbelievingly. Daphne nodded. "She was meant to be a slag." Everyone laughed then Pansy voiced the idea that we all dance.
We were all having fun dancing. We grinded, sashayed, swayed, and moved to the rhythm of the blaring music in such a way that even though we were all standing together, we ended up getting separated. Pansy and Blaise were snogging-I mean dancing- all over the place, Mille, Vince, and Greg had formed a playful sandwich, Stacy and Daphne were nowhere in sight, and I was grinding in the madness with some girl I didn't even know.
Draco had fallen into the trap of Astoria Greengrass. She danced up on him with the intentions of being sexy, but with the alcohol in her system, she was failing miserably. Draco looked severely uncomfortable and looked toward me for help. I nodded and shrugged with an evil grin and mouthed to him across the dance floor. "You're on your own!"
{Draco's POV}
'How dare she leave me to deal with super-slut on my own?'
Astoria Greengrass was flinging herself at my pelvis like a hippogriff on a sugar high. She looked completely ridiculous and Gwen obviously wasn't helping. I tried to multiple times to move away from the flapping girl, but she always gave me drunken smiles and moved, if possible, even closer than she had been the last time.
Finally I maneuvered myself to a couch near the back of the room and sat down with a large firewhiskey. The bitch was like a leech; once she had hold of you, she wasn't letting go until she was satisfied an you were left feeling drained. Then again, you can always remove a leech with a flame, and I happen to know a very fiery redhead who would gladly burn Astoria the leech off of me…
I chuckled to myself at the odd analogy. Gwen was getting happier every minute of every day, and I can't help but be giddy with the face that she may finally be letting go of the bad times of the war. She as adamant as ever for finding Hope and she should be. I don't want her to ever give up on discovering every last detail of what happened to her child.
Apparently, Astoria was not so drunk that she couldn't find me. She flounced over and plopped herself unceremoniously by my side. She was so painfully close, I had to restrain every fiber of my being not to shove her slutty ass onto the floor.
"Draaaaaaacooooo…when are you and Gwen gonna not date anymores?" She slurred. Her breath smelled disgusting, just as rotten as her attitude. "Never," I spat at the foolish girl. She just grinned and flopped over onto her back, resting her head on my lap and way too close to my dick. "Noooo, im serious! You can't stay with her forevers, you has to movey on to someone else sometimes." I rolled my eyes. "No I don't. Get lost." Without warning, she turned her head toward my pelvis…and licked my crotch.
I had had enough. I pushed her off of the couch and she hit the floor hard. I expected her to look up and glare, start screaming at me. To my shock, she looked up at me and smiled. "Feel free to shove me onto the floor anytime you like." She said surprisingly clear. For some bizarre reason, I began to laugh. "What is wrong with you?"
She managed to stand up using the couch for support. She suddenly looked alarmingly serious for a drunk person. " I love you, Draco Malfoy. Gwen doesn't care about you at all. She just wants your money to go and find her stupid little illegitimate brat. But I really love you. I want to be with you always." And she shoved her lips onto mine so hard we fell backwards.
{Gwen's POV}
I couldn't believe what I had seen. AS I stormed away to my room and flopped onto my pillows, I tried to explain what had happened to myself. I saw Astoria throw herself at him, I know it was her who shoved the kiss on him. But he didn't so much as flinch when she came onto him. He didn't push her away or turn his head or anything.
Maybe he really found her attractive after all. I guess that's why we haven't had sex or said I love you or anything like that. He doesn't want to make things complicated and get tied down with me. The inevitable tears finally arrived and came down my cheeks faster than I could wipe them away. I really don't understand them, the tears I mean. I should be happy that I understand my situation now, or if anything, angry that Draco was cheating on me. Angry that Draco wanted someone like her. Angry that Draco had escaped the torment of caring when I had not…
My bedroom door slammed open. The devil himself waltzed into the room. He looked furious. "You will not believe what just happened to me." I looked up at him. His anger melted into shock then concern. 'Fake concern. Real shock that he's been caught' "oh, I think I can beat it. Let me go first, then, shall I? Alright, I will. I just witnessed my boyfriend rolling around on the floor tonguing with a slut that I hate. Top that," I said hollowly. Draco suddenly looked angry again. "Oh I can. My girlfriend just accused me of snogging someone else when I had a kiss slung on me by a drunken thirteen year old who claimed that she loved me and my girlfriend was only with me for my money to be used on supporting the expedition of finding her lost child. I think I win."
I glared at him. "Do you really believe that nonsense? The ramblings of a naïve child?" I asked harshly. "Why shouldn't I? You don't seem to believe that that kiss wasn't my idea or my fault!" "I don't blame you in the face of the fact that she kissed you, but I do blame you for the fact that you allowed the situation in which it happened and the fact that you didn't push her off and the fact that you kissed her back!" I was shouting now. It felt like saying tonight's events made them truer and legitimized somehow.
"I did NOT kiss her back! And I didn't allow her to kiss me, she didn't exactly ask permission! Not to mention that I was shocked at first, then I shoved her off!" he yelled bitterly. I gave an exasperated exhale. "Compared to what we have done and seen she is a child Draco! You were the responsible one in this scenario, I mean, you should have been!" "Listen at you! Talking to me like you know everything there is to know about everything in the world! Because you so obviously know how to be responsible for children miss childless teen mum!"
I did not say anything for a long time and neither did Draco. "I'm sorry, Gwen. That was a terribly stupid thing to say, and-" "Shut up," I said in a voice that I didn't know I had. I began to push Draco in an exhausted manner toward the exit of my room. "Just shut up. I hate apologies. It's like finalizing a mistake. Apologies are nothing but painful reminders of something that happened. Your apology stings more than your remark, more than any apology I've ever received," By now I had pushed him to the doorway. "That's truly saying something you know? Because the last time someone was apologiaing to me, he was apologizing for having raped and impregnated me. You wanna know the only difference between that instance and this one?" I whispered.
Draco appeared frozen in place. "I forgave that last one." And with that I slammed the door in my boyfriend's…ex boyfriend's…no…Draco's face.
A/N: I don't know what was up with me, but I haven't been able to convince myself to write in ages! I'm so sorry that this took so freakin' long to update. Leave me a review and tell me of you liked it, and yell at me for my tardiness if you like. I deserve it.
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