10. The Game

I had figured out his game. He had no clue about mine. Draco Malfoy was going down.

He expected me to love him? Crazy. But I could make him love me. I knew how. All I had to do was be a little Slytherin.

In our time at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was known as the "Slytherin Sex God." And when he tried, he could live up to that title very well. Now that I actually had to participate in my own rape, I had his full attention. He liked that he could make me feel things. However, what he didn't seem to understand was that I wasn't going to fall in love with him by great sex. No, though sex was a part of love, it wasn't all love. Love is mental and physical. Draco could physically please me, but he couldn't make me feel actual feelings for him. Not by sex at least.

I did have one problem though, and that was that I was beginning to like the sex a little too much. I'd heard about victims that had been sexually abused over long periods of time, and how some of them grew to like it a lot. I didn't want to be one of those girls.

Draco came over to the bed and motioned for me to lay down next to him. He asked, "How come you don't read anymore?"

I answered, "I don't have anything to read."

Draco smiled. He said, "Well, now you do. I got you something."

I was curious. It would be a lie to say I wasn't. He held up a copy of Hogwarts: A History. It was very fitting. I'd only read the book about a million times. I couldn't help but smile. He tossed it to me. I said, "Thanks."

He smiled again. I asked, "Why so happy? Hot date?"

Draco laughed. He answered, "I just am. And no, I don't date."

I asked, "Why is that?"

Draco answered, "I have you." Then he kissed me. It wasn't more than a sweet kiss. It was just nice.

He was playing me. He might have finally figured out that there was more to love than just sex. But still, I had to play along.

I put my head on his shoulder and started to read. Draco watched me read. I could feel his eyes. Hours past, and I continued reading, and he continued watching. When I had finally finished the book, Draco kissed my forehead. I fell asleep for a few hours. When I woke, he was looking at me. He said, "If you had been pure-blood, we could've been together. We could've gotten married, had kids."

I didn't say anything. He said, "You have no idea how much I wanted you at Hogwarts. But I couldn't have you." He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me tightly into him.

I asked, "Why didn't you try to be nice to me? We could've been friends."

Draco answered, "It wasn't how it was supposed to be. I could never have been nice to a mudblood."

I looked into his eyes and asked, "And now?"

Draco answered, "I don't know how I'm supposed to treat you. I hate what you are. But, I don't hate who you are."

That was all the answer I needed. Draco Malfoy was conflicted. Good. I decided to ask a different question. I asked, "Why did you try to get me pregnant only to get rid of it? It would have been your child too."

Draco sighed. He answered, "I wanted to know how I'd really feel about it if a child ever was a possibility."

I asked, "How did you feel about it?"

He answered, "I hated what it was. But I loved who it could have been."

It was strange how we could have a civil conversation after everything. It was Draco's turn to ask the questions. He asked, "Why do you hate me?"

I confessed, "You lie, you beat me, and you rape me. You tried to get me pregnant without my consent, and you got rid of it without my consent. You try to break me, but then build me up to break me down again. You threaten me with Ron. You try to make me love you. You hurt me. But, I don't hate you. I don't have enough room in me anymore to hate you."

He asked, "Could you ever love me?"

Draco was extremely twisted. But, this was all a game, and I couldn't just say no. So, instead I answered, "I don't know."

Draco was content with this answer. Without me asking him anything, he said, "I lie, I beat you, and I rape you. I don't know any other way. I was never raped, but all my life I was lied to and beaten. I tried to get you pregnant without your consent only to get rid of it without your consent. As I already told you, I was curious to see how I'd feel about it. I try to break you down, and then build you up to break you down. I don't know any other way of life. I threaten you with Ron. He's the only thing you seem to care about. I try to make you love me. I want you to know how I feel about you. I hurt you. I was hurt all my life. I don't hate you. I say I do, but I don't. I try really hard to hate you, but it can't ever mask the way I feel about you."

He had hinted twice that he loved me. I played innocent. I asked, "How do you feel about me?"

Draco answered, "I don't know."

I didn't know how much of all this was true. It was a game. We were both playing.

Draco was tired of talking. He pulled off my shirt. He said, "You should know that I'm never going to let you go back to Ron."

He pulled off my jeans. I replied, "I know."

He unclasped my bra and threw it on the floor. He started twisting my nipples and tracing circles around my breasts. In one quick motion he slipped off my underwear and began tracing circles around my clit. He said, "I'm the only one who will ever be able to touch you."

Draco slipped a finger in me. He smiled at the wetness. He took off his own clothes and got on top of me. With one push he was in me. He said, "I'm the only one who will ever be able to do this."

I nodded. He kissed me roughly and started teasing my clit. My orgasm was building to its fullest without it breaking. A wave of pleasure washed over me as my inner walls clenched him. Draco smiled. He said, "Let's see if that can happen five times."

It happened seven. Finally, he let himself come. Draco said, "Let's be honest, no onw else would be able to give you that seven times."

That was true. He really was a sex god. I asked, "Is it all about the sex for you?"

Draco answered, "No, but it's definitely a big part of it."

I just laughed. We were still playing the game. I asked him, "Why do you deny yourself orgasms?"

He answered, "Because I like it when you get them. The longer I can hold out the etter it will be for you."

He almost sounded like he meant it. But I knew better. It was more than just wanting to pleasure me. He wanted to humiliate me and prove he could do it. Draco Malfoy certainly proved himself.

I asked, "What are you going to do with me when you get married? I'm guessing that at some point you will."

He sighed and answered, "I don't know. I really don't want to get married. I probably won't, at least not for a long time. Pure-blood marriages are for blood purposes only, but I've decided that I don't really care to marry. I'm not getting married just to have some heir."

In other words, he wasn't getting married, and he was going to keep me here forever. I said, "In another world, I would have had kids. I think I might have become a healer."

Draco smiled. He said, "I could see you as a healer."

I snuggled into his arm. I was playing the game. I really was a damn good actress.

I asked, "What are you going to do when the time comes?"

Draco answered, "I'm going to take over my father's position at the Ministry. But, until then, I'm going to stay here with you."

He was certainly in a good mood today. I figured now would be as good of a time as any to ask for a favor. I asked, "Do you think that maybe I could see Ginny? I miss her."

Draco answered, "I'll arrange it."

Ginny was the girl to go to for advice. She'd certainly have an idea on how to get Draco to fall in love with me. Draco asked, "What would I get in return for doing this?"

I put on my own smirk and answered, "Let me show you."

And show him I did. I let him have the pleasure this time. And he had lots of it. ;)