The Darkest of Roses
Chapter 21: Wanting Something So Much

AuthorNotes: sorry for the lack in updating. I've been so tired from work since I started working graveyards now and get off around 6 o'clock in the morning so...I'm super tired most of the time. LOL but anyways, please enjoy!

His friends would more than likely call him a softie if they had found out what happened last night. He had beaten a guy's face in almost to the point of not being able to recognize it anymore, for a female. If someone asked him why he did it, he wouldn't be able to answer that. Hell, he was glad Abigail hadn't asked why he did it. He was sure she would and he'd have to insult her to get her to shut up, to get her mind on another subject.

"Draco, can I talk to you?" Draco moved his eyes away from the parchment he was looking at and up at Blaise who had started to sit on the couch behind him, adjacently to his right. Draco was currently sitting on the floor with his legs under the coffee table in the Slytherin common room while his back leaned against the couch for support.

"What is it, Zabini?" Draco asked, averting his eyes back to the parchment. It had Abigail's handwriting on it; it was a study paper she had written him for this week's upcoming exam for Transfiguration. She had practically written down all the answers, he just had to memorize.

"I saw what someone did to Zachary's face and with comparison to the blood on your t-shirt last night when you went to bed," Blaise stated and his voice drowned out, hinting his accusation. Draco didn't know what to say. Blaise was his good friend but he was a blabber mouth to Abigail and some of the other Slytherins.

"I had a bloody nose, Zabini," Draco stated. It was all he could think of.

"Ha, ha," Blaise laughed, sarcastically. "Don't bullshit me. If you think you're saving Abigail, you're…"

"You're mistaken by my antics, Zabini," Draco snapped, glaring over at him. Blaise stopped talking, freezing and averting his eyes in every other direction by Draco's. "That wench means nothing and if you think I would defend her from someone like Zachary, you're mixing me up with Pothead." Blaise stared at Draco for a second before frowning.

"You don't have to lie to me, Draco…"

"I'm not lying, Zabini," Draco snapped. "If you don't shut your mouth about what you think you know, you might find your lips sewn shut tomorrow morning." Blaise's hand went to his lips as he glared at Draco.

"Fuck you, man," Blaise snapped back. Draco didn't look over at him; he didn't even acknowledge him after that as he went back to reading Abigail's notes. Last night's images flashed through his mind. The pleasure he had felt beating Zachary's face in was clear and crystal; it couldn't be mistaken for anything else besides pleasure. He had enjoyed beating that idiot's face in way more than he'd care to share.

Why had he done it? He wasn't sure. He had heard Abigail's book drop and to him that was odd so he had rushed forward, ignoring the fact that Abigail might find out that he followed her to her common room to make sure she got there safely almost every tutoring night. He had picked up the book and wondered for a moment where she might be but her silent screams answered that and that's when he saw Timothy Zachary proceeding to force himself upon Abigail and something primal, or animalistic had brewed in Draco's gut and before he could think, he pulled Zachary off of her and began his beating.

Draco was shocked that no prefects or professors had heard the commotion. He wasn't being silent with his punches and kicks. He probably even yelled out at one time, but couldn't remember to save his life.

"You're such a bitch!" Draco looked over as a scene began to brew. His mind filtered back to the present time. He saw people starting to head over to the entrance of the Slytherin common room and without thinking he stood and headed over there. He pushed his way through the crowd. "Will you just let him know I need to speak to him?"

"You're crazier than I thought you were, Jones if you think I'm passing a message from you to Draco." Draco narrowed his eyes and pushed through the last of the people, heading into the inner circle. He saw Millicent Bullstrode standing there, staring down Abigail who had an irritated expression on her face. Draco raised an eyebrow as the crowd around the two grew silent and the two girls looked over. "Malfoy, I…"

"Shut it, Bullstrode," Draco snapped, glaring at her before looking over at Abigail. "Walk with me." Abigail nodded and the two began leaving the circle that was slowly dissipating. Millicent Bullstrode stood there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as Abigail glanced back at her, pitifully as Draco led her through the dungeon hallways. "So, what'd you have to talk to me about?"

"I don't really…know," Abigail stated, chuckling. "I just had this feeling that I had to talk to you so I came down, not knowing what to expect." Draco nodded, glancing down at her. She had her head tilted away from him slightly so he had a clear view of the deep cleave that was shadowed under her t-shirt. He quickly looked away, not wanting to tempt himself with anything; thinking smart, he pocketed his hands.

Abigail glanced upwards at Draco and bit at the corner of her lip. "Thank you," she mumbled. Draco looked over at her. "I realized that I never did thank you for what you did the other night." She was whispering and for good reason. People were walking throughout the dungeon hallways. They weren't close but they were within hearing distances. Abigail crossed her arms across her chest as he saw her face become sullen, hollow in some areas. It was an amazing sight to watch a girl's face so vibrant with life become so dull and lifeless.

"I don't know how you knew where to find me when Tim was…" she let her voice drown out as he saw tears ignite in her eyes for a split second before vanishing. "Or why you did it but I don't care. I'm just thankful you did. I couldn't imagine being raped by that…that…"

"Coward?" Draco stated smirking as Abigail looked up at him, confused. "Only cowardly men turn to raping girls. It just means they don't have it in them to seduce them properly." Draco turned and leaned against the wall, realizing they had come to one of the rarely used hallways. Abigail leaned against the opposite wall and stared over at him with a soft smile.

"Yeah, coward," she whispered, lowering her chin to chest and staring down at her shoes. Draco kept his eyes on her for a second and sighed.

"Ok, what's wrong?" he asked. "You're never this quiet. You like to hear yourself talk, remember?"

"I do not!" Abigail snapped, glaring up at him. "I just…have a lot on my mind." Draco chuckled and shook his head. Slowly, a smile appeared on Abigail's before she giggled. "Ok, I do talk a lot but that's not because I like hearing myself talk. Let's get that clear, Malfoy."

"My name's not Malfoy, Abigail," Draco stated, smirking. "I think I will allow you to address me by my first name from now on." Draco almost smiled when Abigail began laughing, clutching her gut.

"Allow me?" she laughed out. Draco nodded as the smile broke on his face. He began lightly laughing as well. "Who made you royal enough to allow people to address you by your first name?" Draco smirked now as he stepped forward, putting a hand beside her head and tilting her head upward.

"Because I can…and will," he murmured and Abigail's mouth slowly closed as they stared at each other. "If you were smart, you'd stay away from me." Abigail's cheeks brushed with a light red as her bottom lip dropped a little.

"That's just being a coward, not smart," she whispered.

It was silent after that as Draco evaluated her. She was so unique in some ways. She had a small power over him that could bend him to her will, even though she didn't know it yet. And he knew that he had quite the manipulation over her. All he had to do was become close to her and like a light switch, she'd turn on. Instead of normal, bashful Abigail, she'd become a woman that knew what she wanted, what she needed.

"Draco, I…" she started but stopped as Draco reached up with his free arm to push his fingers lightly against her lips. He wasn't finished enjoying the time to stare at her, to watch her become antsy and nervous just by how close he was. It drove him wild to see such a reaction to him.

Her lips pushed against his fingertips, creating small sparks along his fingers. His eyebrows tilted downward a bit as she titled her head upward before closing her lips around the tips of his fingers. Draco's mouth opened as his upper lip twitched.

His hand resting on the wall closed into a fist as Abigail pulled her mouth off his fingers and stared up at him. God, he could use a new experience right now. He wouldn't mind probing a Ravenclaw; it's not like they were blood-traitors or mudbloods. As far as Draco knew, Abigail was pure blood.

Instinctively, their faces moved toward each other so they were merely small inches apart and they could feel each other breath, pushing against their skin lightly like little fingers dancing along their pores.

Abigail's senses seemed to kick back in and she bit her lower lip, moving her head away as she stared at Draco, blankly. Draco pulled back a little and his jaw grew tight as he watched the seductress melt away from Abigail's face, replaced by the pulled away one.

"Why do you do that?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. Draco smirked.

"Why not? I like watched the manipulation I have over you." She gasped.

"You do not manipulate me!"

"Oh, I don't?" he stated, curiously. "I think I do. Because the moment I do this…" he pushed his chest against her, trapping her against the wall and putting a hand on either side of her head and pinning her there. Abigail's face grew hot red and he smirked. "When I do this, I can see the want you have for me, Abigail Jones. I can see it, sense it and feel it. You know, I'm down to giving into that want of yours, if you'd like. I have no problem with shagging you."

Abigail surprised him by starting to laugh, shoving him away. Draco couldn't stop the smirk from brewing on his face even though he wanted to glare. "Stop being so egotistical. What makes you think I want to shag you?" Abigail asked. Her voice betrayed her by shaking, showing her weakness. Draco valued her defiance against her own wants and needs for him so he decided to not pursue her now.

"I'll see you tomorrow night then, Abigail," Draco asked, dismissing the statement Abigail had stated. She was thankful for that; she was sure he heard the shake in her voice.

"Yea, sure thing," she mumbled as he reached out and lightly traced the curvature of her face with his finger. The moment his finger lifted from the bottom of her chin, he turned and walked from the hallway and out of her sights.

Her knees buckled underneath her and she fell to the floor, gasping for air. Her heart was pounding madly against her chest, making it hard to breathe as her eyes widened. She had lied to herself when she doubted the manipulation over her Draco had. It was clear as a whistle and obvious as an elephant beside a Mini Cooper.

Abigail pushed her hand against her chest, rubbing it as she took deep breaths in and out to try to calm her heart. She glanced over at the entrance to the hallway as her body started to have the shakes. She stood, using the wall for support and straightened herself out. She had to get herself together. She was tingling all over and in places she didn't want to be, she was growing hot and becoming uncomfortable.

She quickly walked out of the dungeon hallways and toward the main level of Hogwarts. It was nearing dinner time and she figured she could get there early to get a spot she wanted. She was not sitting near Tim and Chelsea and his other gang members. She was keen on that.

Yelling out her release, Chelsea settled against the chest of the man below her. Her curly blond hair sprawled along his bruised chest as he winced slightly from the pain. "I'm sorry, baby," she whispered, lifting up and staring down at him.

His eyes stared up at her as his hands ran along the bottom of her breasts. Chelsea smiled and reached out to stroke the side of his face, gently. "It ain't right what that Malfoy bloke did to you, my love," Chelsea whispered. Tim chuckled.

"It's all in good nature, I suppose," Tim stated. "He was just protecting his slut. I'm sure he doesn't want anyone tapping that besides him, which is why she hasn't given herself to me yet." Chelsea frowned.

"Why do you want her so much?" Chelsea asked. Tim smirked as he looked over, grabbing his shirt. He sat up, shoving Chelsea off of him and onto the end of his bed. She grabbed the blankets to cover herself. Tim pulled the shirt on and then began to gather his clothes to get dressed for dinner.

"The reason I want her so much should be obvious to you," Tim stated. "She's the only girl I've had that hasn't been so willing to give herself to me." Chelsea's face flushed as she stood, glaring up at him.

"That's it? That's the only reason you want that nasty slut! She's not even a virgin!" Tim's hand reached out and he grabbed Chelsea around the neck, slamming her back into the post of his bed. She grabbed at his wrists, gasping for air as her eyes stared at him fearfully.

"Watch your tongue, wench or your parents might have to file a missing persons report," Tim hissed and then threw her to her knees, smirking. "Now, finish your job."