Chapter 21 - Passion
Draco Malfoy was walking down the hallway where most of the bedrooms were. He was making an effort to be quiet. It was after midnight. Most of the household would be asleep.
He himself would usually be asleep... or at least about to go to bed...but he felt rather restless. He was still wearing his day clothes – his favorite dark blue denim jeans and a dark green button-down shirt. Maybe a walk would help. The grounds always looked beautiful at night. The air would be crisp, cool and refreshing.
His eyes fell on Bella's bedroom door. He felt a temptation to knock on it but he wouldn't do it. If she was asleep she wouldn't appreciate being woken up. And if she was awake (which was more likely) visiting her at this hour would no doubt lead to them doing things they shouldn't be. Things that had got them into trouble last time.
With considerable effort he walked past her door. As he walked past he heard a very faint sound. He stopped and listened. It sounded...like crying. As he listened he could make out muffled sobs coming from inside Bella's room.
Bella was crying. Bella who never cried. Bella whose own sister had never seen her cry. He knew she must be in real pain to be crying. It hurt him terribly that she was upset. Particularly as he suspected he was the cause...or rather her feelings for him were the cause.
He knew his aunt. She didn't get emotionally involved with the men she slept with. Not since Azkaban. Not that he blamed her. 14 years in Azkaban not knowing if the man you loved was dead would surely make anyone wary of falling for someone again.
Draco felt an irresistible urge to comfort her. He knew it was a bad idea. Quite aside from the fact it was bad idea to visit her at this hour ...he didn't think she would like him seeing her at such a moment. If there was one thing she hated it was appearing vulnerable in front of anyone.
He was between a rock and a hard place. He knew fully well it would be a very bad idea to go in but he couldn't walk away. Not when she was so upset. Not when he was responsible. I care too much about her he thought sadly to himself. My feelings for her are clearly starting to affect my better judgment.
He knocked tentatively on the door. The muffled sobs stopped abruptly. There was silence for a moment. He knocked again slightly louder. "Come in..." said a quiet, rather shaky voice.
Draco slowly slid the door open. Bella was sitting on the bed, wearing the (slightly rumpled) black silk nightgown Narcissa had lent her.
Her long dark hair was wild and unkempt. It was clear from the redness of her eyes she had been crying. She looked tired... like she hadn't slept much the last few nights.
Despite her rather bedraggled state she still looked beautiful. He thought he may be biased though. He always thought she looked beautiful. The nightgown certainly looked good on her. The neckline was low, framing the tops off her breasts with black lace and the black silk clung to her lovely curves.
Her dark eyes went slightly wider when she saw who it was. "Draco..." she said softly, surprise and vulnerability on her face. She stiffened slightly and her usual haughty expression slid over her face. "What are you doing here?" she said rather defensively. "I uh...heard you crying" he admitted, an apologetic look on his face. "Oh" she said quietly, an uncomfortable expression on her face.
"I'm fine" she said quickly, not meeting his eyes. "I can tell when you're lying Bella" he said gently. A ghost of smile passed over her face. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Everything" she said with a sad sigh, her voice trembling slightly. He slid an arm comfortingly around her shoulders. She was stiff against his arm for a moment but then she relaxed into him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
She buried her face in his shoulder as he slid his other arm around her. Her legs slid to lie over his lap and she curled into the solid comforting warmth of his body. Her body shook slightly with sobs as he held her close.
He slowly stroked her hair, trying not to enjoy the feeling of her so close too much. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin silk, smell her alluring scent. Even upset she was simply irresistible.
Her sobs started to subside and he could feel the tension leave her body. She relaxed against him, her breathing returning slowly to normal. She slowly raised her head, her tear-streaked eyes meeting his. Her expression suggested she was surprised at herself for displaying such emotion...and even more surprised that he had held her, been there for her. Actual kindness was something she was far from used to.
His arms were still loosely draped around her and she was almost sitting in his lap. He knew he should let go of her, should put some distance between them but he couldn't bring himself to do either of those things. Instead he reached up and brushed a tear away from her cheek.
An urge to kiss her sadness away came over him as they continued to look at each other, his hand still on her cheek.
As if she could sense what he was thinking she looked at him from under her lashes, lips slightly parted. Even though he knew he shouldn't he started to lean in towards her, his hand sliding down her face to rest on the side of her neck. She started to lean in too, apparently unable to resist the urge as he was.
The kiss was soft, gentle and comforting...starting as an almost chaste brush of lips. Then he deepened the kiss, using the hand on her neck to pull her closer and turn the kiss into something that was far from chaste.
It became slowly more heated, more passionate. Both of them were suddenly very aware that they hadn't slept with each other since before the party. It felt like far too long to them. Not been able to have each other had been hard...very hard...on both of them. And the more time went by the harder it had been to stay away form each other.
Once again she could feel his love for her but it didn't scare her this time. She no longer had the energy to fight what was happening between them.
He broke the kiss, pulling away slightly; his lips still inches from hers. "We can't..." he whispered. "I want you so much..." she whispered softly. Indecision flickered over his pale handsome face as he looked into her dark eyes. "I don't have the strength to stay away from you..." he said in very quiet voice, looking down.
She put her hand under his chin, gently tilting his head upwards so his eyes met hers. "Then don't..." she said in a soft persuasive whisper, stroking her fingers down the side of his face.
He pulled her onto his lap, sliding his arms around her, hands caressing her lower back through the silky fabric of her nightgown. She wound her arms around his neck as he leaned in to kiss her again.
She pressed her body against him as his lips met hers in a searing, passionate kiss. It tightened things low in her body and made her moan very softly into his mouth.
His hand slid slowly up her thigh as his lips parted hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. Her hands stroked down his chest before starting to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.
She sighed softly as his lips trailed over her jaw line, one hand pulling down the strap of her nightgown. His lips trailed down the side of her neck to brush over her exposed shoulder.
Bella finished undoing the buttons of his shirt and slid it off, letting it fall to the floor.
He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the bed beside him. He was surprised how light she was. Then again it had been a while since he had been this close to her. Maybe his memory wasn't accurate. On the times he had been this close he had hardly been thinking about what she weighed. She seemed almost fragile in his arms.
She pulled him so he was laying half on top of her and wound her arms back around his neck. She could feel him start to stir against her thigh as she kissed him again, deeply and fiercely. He could feel in her kiss how much she wanted him...how much she had missed being able to touch him like this.
He sat up and started to push her nightgown slowly up her legs, the silk sliding sensually over her skin. She watched as her bared her smooth, shapely legs, inching the material up her body till it was bunched up at her thighs.
She raised her hips of the bed as he pushed the silk up her thighs and over her hips, leaving her lower body completely bare. His gaze was heated as took in the soft smooth skin and the dark patch of hair between her legs.
Bella raised her upper body of the bed, pulling the nightgown over her head. She lay back down with a seductive smile, her eyes skimming over the bulge in his jeans.
He undid his belt and unzipped the jeans as she watched him hungrily. Soon he had pulled them over his hips and tugged them down his legs. The look on her face went from appreciative to lascivious when she got a good look at his hard cock.
Draco grinned wickedly at her and started to crawl along her body, teasing her with the feel of his naked skin against hers. He stopped when his hips were poised above hers, his hands on the bed either side of her upper arms.
He rubbed himself against the slick silky flesh between her legs, tearing a gasp of pleasure from her throat. "Don't tease..." she said in a breathy whisper.
His lips met hers in a deep passionate kiss as he slowly slid himself inside her. The sensation lifted her upper body of the bed and tore a moan of pleasure from her throat.
He started to move in long slow delicious strokes that sent tremors of pleasure through her body. The sensation of him gliding over that spot inside her was exquisite.
It felt strange but amazing to be taken so gently, so tenderly...by someone who was concerned about her pleasure as well as his own. That was one of the things she had missed about Draco. The Dark Lord didn't care about anyone's pleasure but his own.
His hands stroked her sides as his body moved smoothly in and out of hers. Soft gasps and moans came from both their lips.
She rocked her hips gently against his, creating a delicious friction that made him moan "Bella..." very softly. She loved hearing her name from his lips. He had never said her name during sex before. It felt erotic and at the same time strangely intimate.
His expression was blissful as her slick silky flesh caressed his cock. It always felt so very good to have her wrapped around him... he didn't think he'd ever get tired of the sensation.
He loved that she was always wet and ready for him. He loved her eagerness… the look on her face when she saw him naked …the sounds she made…the feeling of her body writhing under his when she was close to orgasm…
The rhythm of his thrusting got faster and deeper, tearing a gasp of pleasure from her throat. Her dark eyes were fixed on his gray ones. She loved seeing how much he enjoyed this…enjoyed having her. She felt slightly smug as it occurred to her there was one benefit to being older…she was bound to be better in bed than an inexperienced girl.
He groaned deep in his throat as she tightened herself around his cock. God… did she know how to push his buttons. No one else could compare to her in the bedroom. Or anywhere else for that matter. She had spoiled him for any other woman.
Warm pleasure started to pulse through her cunt as his body slammed into hers again and again, hitting that spot inside her. His moans and gasps of pleasure mingled with hers. Both of them were exquisitely, delicious close to their climax.
She wound her legs around his waist as they inched closer and closer to the edge, pulling him even deeper into her. He leaned in and kissed her almost bruisingly on the mouth. His moans of pleasure against her mouth as he kissed her pushed her even closer to her climax.
The orgasm came upon her in a searing rush of pleasure…bowing her spine and lifting her whole body off the bed. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room as her body writhed and danced underneath his.
The feeling of her body spasming around his brought on his orgasm. He thrust deep into her one last time as he had his release, spine arching, deep groans of pleasure issuing from his lips.
They lay tangled in the sheets of her bed, breathing heavily and trembling slightly in the aftermath of passion. She knew had never been like that before. Not even with him. Suddenly she realized why…why he affected her so much. Why she had been able to think about nothing but him in the weeks since the ball.
"I love you…" she whispered…so softly he almost didn't hear her. A tender, undeniably sad look came over his face. He looked like someone who'd been offered the moon on a platter…then been told he couldn't have it.
He leaned and kissed her softly yet deeply… the touch so much more eloquent than mere words. It told her that he loved her too. Loved her enough that it killed him to see her with someone else. Loved her enough to risk torture or death… just to have her in his arms.