A/N: I wanted to post this yesterday but I was exhausted and fell asleep typing this. So here it is and Happy late Valentine's Day to anyone who celebrates! Here's a chapter with a little SMUT, just because it's Valentines and well… cant stop with the smut lol. Be honest— is there such a thing as too much smut? Let me know if I should tone it down or not lol. Enjoy some of the secrets being spilled!
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Elia put a hand over her mouth in shock, silencing herself from the upcoming gasp she nearly let out when she heard his voice. Why is Draco here? She thought, was it possible he heard me or followed me here? No, if he was then Snape wouldn't have talked so freely with her, well as freely as it gets with him.
She stood her ground and waited, apart of her staying so she wouldn't alarm them despite the spells camouflaging her. But most of her reasoning to stay was her nosy self, she had to know why he was meeting Snape so late at night. She had just expressed her worries about him yet here he was, perhaps he'd reveal why.
"What do you want?" Draco snapped, surprising Elia at how he could talk so disrespectfully to Snape.
"I see you've obeyed my request finally." She heard Snape say, "I've wasted my time trying to help you, why is it now that you have decided to come to me?"
"I don't need your help! I came here to tell you to quit pestering me with your letters. I have this all planned out."
Planned? What exactly did he mean? What help did he need?
"Of course you do." Snape said sarcastically, "Yet that stunt you pulled during your trip to Hogsmeade told me otherwise. I assume that was you. I see no results and neither does-"
"Soon." Draco cut him off, "It'll be soon, just you wait. I have another plan. As for getting in— I'm working on it. Borgin is cooperating, see him if you need to."
"You're spreading yourself thin. This plan is sloppy and you're merely having others do it for you. It's so messy that even your precious wife to be is already suspicious of you."
Elia flinched at the mention of her, unsettled at how eerily quiet it got then. She couldn't believe Snape would tell him of her suspicions. But she waited. Elia waited to hear what was next, she knew Snape wouldn't just throw her under like that. Unless there was a reason, Slytherins and their agendas. She covered her mouth and seized breathing until she heard Draco finally speak.
"How do you know?"
"It's not about how I know. It's about how she may know. You need to be more cautious, boy. Especially if you intend to marry her one day then I suggest you hurry. Involving the Bell girl was too dangerous and reckless on your part. You are lucky Miss Barros hasn't been told nor does she know, given how preoccupied she's been since the incident with Miss Parkinson. I can help you-"
"I said I don't want it!" Draco snapped loudly, "It's my duty. I will do it."
Elia felt she's heard too much and ran off before Draco could leave and find her there, despite the spells on her. She knew she'd break if she saw him after all she's heard. He spoke of Borgin, a plan, a girl, and her. Elia was more than worried now. She pieced it together that it was Katie Bell, her stomach turning at the possibility.
Draco wouldn't cheat, and the conversation didn't sound that way. Now Elia was paranoid too, hoping he was loyal to her. Had she done something wrong? She hadn't seen Katie either and what exactly had she not heard about the girl?
Elia had a plan now.
It was the day of another class trip to Hogsmeade. Elia should've been banned from the trips since her fight but wasn't. So long as she was under a watchful eye. That eye was Tonks or Tanya if they ever patrolled the school. Lately it was Tonks since Tanya avoided Snape more. It was better for Elia who wouldn't be watched like a hawk by her sister constantly. Now, she had to put her plan into action.
She didn't see Draco that day, they hadn't talked or been together long but she didn't mind. She couldn't have him seeing her and where she intended to go. Everyone left to different shops of Hogsmeade as usual, her friends tugging at her. Neville and Luna wanted to go to Honeydukes and the flower shop with her but the trio wanted to take her the Three Broomsticks. She turned down both offers and ventured Hogsmeade with Tonks at her side.
Her best friend still wasn't herself yet but managed. Elia was missing her pink hair. Remus still hadn't returned Tonks' feelings, nor saw her often just to avoid the conversation. Elia dragged Tonks around, trying to get away from the others and any teachers.
"Where are we even going? I've been given strict orders by the school and your grandmother to keep you out of trouble."
Elia rolled her eyes, "And since when do you follow the rules?"
"Since your grandmother's been paying me."
Elia stopped around a hidden corner by a shop, facing Tonks. She gave her a somewhat defeated look, accepting that statement.
"Fair enough. Though with you, it couldn't hurt to bend a few rules right?"
Tonks' eyes widened, pulling her wrist out of Elia's hold.
"Who are you and what have you done with my best mate?"
Elia chuckled at her reaction but Tonks still had the same expression of shock.
"Shut up."
"Seriously, Elia! I mean it! You're such a stickler about the rules yet here you are sneaking around." Tonks added, then her eyes darkened in thought before muttering, "Merlin, what have I done to you?"
"It's not you. I just… I have something to do." Elia admitted.
"What is it?"
Elia knew she could tell Tonks anything, she needed to talk to someone anyways. Holding in what she heard and what she's seen, who better than Tonks? Even if the girl couldn't hold a secret at times, when it was serious she had her lips sealed. Elia brought her farther away from the possible hearing range of others.
"It's about Draco." Elia explained, "He's been acting strange lately and the other day, I heard him talking with Snape. I don't know what to make from what I heard, but I know one thing. Borgin and Burke's is important to him, maybe-"
"Bloody hell, Elia! Are you seriously going there?"
"We are going there." Elia corrected her and Tonks gave her a look. Elia sighed, "Oh come on, Tonks. Just this once. I never ask you to break a rule for me, because you break them anyways. Point being, I need you to cover for me. No one can know, not even Tanya."
"You know how them shops can be, Elia. They're loaded in dirty grum that piss on people like us." Tonks grumbled.
"Well despite my blood, there's a name trailing to me. The Sayre's. What shop in Knockturn Alley is going to turn me down?"
Tonks' hands waved in front of Elia, "You're a Hufflepuff! That's snake territory. You walking in there, you might as well have a target on you while wearing a yellow and black cape!"
"I'm just going into Borgin's and that's it." Elia stated, "Just watch my back from outside and change forms if you can to blend in."
Elia brought up the hood of her coat, transformed it with her wand to that of a trench coat. It covered her entirely and the hood hid her face. Tonks sighed deeply, concentrating on changing her form. It'd be long since she's changed, having stayed in her natural form since Remus turned her down. She lost her drive for it, but tried for Elia.
Tonks morphed into a dark looking older woman, one you wouldn't question in Knockturn Alley.
Elia nodded, "Thank you. Now let's go."
They linked arms, Tonks holding onto Elia tightly before raising her wand. Elia immediately snatched it from her hand. Tonks looked at her in surprise.
"What was that for? How do you expect to get there now without my wand?"
"No— I'm taking us. Charlie told me how you screwed up your Apparition test, ended up in the wrong spot."
"That was one time!"
Elia scoffed humorously, smirking at her. She raised Tonks' wand.
"I can't use my wand or else they'll know when they check it for my last used spells. I'll use yours."
Tonks rolled her eyes, "Let's just hope this works."
"It should… I think." said Elia, shrugging, "We have the same cores, we'll be fine."
Immediately, Elia Apparited them outside of Hogsmeade village and to a point in Knockturn Alley. They landed in a dark alley corner, walking closely together away from the others. Tonks was still disguised and Elia stayed hidden, not looking at anyone. Tonks escorted her through the alley, the two blending in as no one questioned them.
They approached the shop, the sign of Borgin & Burke's was chipped and old, just like the shop itself. The glass windows displayed creepy items like actual skulls, masks that were probably cursed along with many objects along those lines. Books, jewelry, weird contraptions that maybe Tanya or Draco knew more than those two Hufflepuffs. Tonks sneered at the sight.
"Ugh, I wonder if they have heads mounted on a stick inside too."
"I'll let you know— wish me luck." Elia said, giving her wand back and prepared herself, "Go hide somewhere, if I'm not back in at least 20 minutes then go find me. Act like you're going to buy something."
"What'll you do?"
"Just browse."
Tonks nodded, turning a corner before Elia opened the door of the shop. A bell rung when she walked in, signaling Borgin someone entered his shop. There was no one inside except her, he turned from his desk to glance at her. She removed her hood and lifted her head to look at the shop owner. He saw her neat chocolate waves on her head, her eyes the same color. He's seen her before.
"You." He spoke, "You're the mudblood the little Lord is courting. Quite the scandal you are. I have no interest in your kind or the trouble you bring-"
"I am also the granddaughter of Elena Sayre." Elia asserted loudly over his statement, stepping forward, "And the sister of Slytherin's heir and famous weapons maker, Tanya Barros Sayre. Yes, I am courting Draco and I will be a Malfoy too."
She arched a brow at him challengingly, mimicking the eerie look Tanya always gave. Elia was serious and was not going to let her sneaking out to the shop, breaking more rules, just to be turned away. She had to find out what Draco was hiding. Borgin's expression slowly changed upon her words, then he smirked.
"Yes, of course." He said respectfully, "Forgive me, Miss…?"
"Barros. Elia Barros."
"Well, Miss Barros— what brings you to my shop? Must be urgent if you come on a school day." Borgin approached her, a mischievous look in his eyes at the prospect that Elia might have snuck out for him. It was important. She looked around, clutching her coat.
"We have a wide variety of items in our shop." He began to show her around, each item giving her worse vibes than the last, "Each having their own… quality of sorts that makes them unique. I'm sure you are aware of what we sell."
She kept looking around, hoping she'd find something that would spark her attention as to what Draco got. Or what he has in Borgin's possession. Would the shopkeeper hide it? He wasn't a fool, so Elia would have to go deeper and get him to spill something.
"Of course I do," Elia answered, "I wouldn't have come here without purpose."
"Oh? And what purpose is that?"
Elia had already come with an excuse for Borgin, knowing he'd question why a girl like her would come to a place like this? And it couldn't be for Draco, she couldn't give it away. Nor feign getting him a gift in there. She came with a set plan already.
"There is a rumor," She told him, "That during the Spanish conquest, they hunted for the Aztec gold. But it was-"
"Lost."
"I was going to say cursed." Elia said, "Though, I heard some pieces were found, despite the… effects. That it was given to Prince Arthur of Wales as a part of the dowry, when he married Catherine of Aragon. Therefore, it was the source of his downfall."
"And his tragic passing lead Catherine into wedding his brother, Henry. Do you truly believe such tales?"
"I believe in everything." Elia answered, confident, "It was stolen by Cortes himself and his people. The Aztec emperor believed he was their god who cursed them over 500 years prior. Their emperor feared him, so he let them loot their cities and offerings."
"Yes, yes. They destroyed cities and empires for thousands upon thousands of gold. But when the Aztecs fought back for it, the Spanish were slaughtered. It was until they returned to capture and torture their next emperor who wouldn't budge this time, that they decided they had to secure the gold. And that's where they were smart about it." Borgin pointed out, "Magic has always been around. To ensure the gold was never to be theirs again, the Aztecs cursed it and scattered the pieces. And the Spanish only found a few pieces, but not the whole thing."
"Or so they say."
"Don't you believe it?" He questioned.
"That's why I'm here," She half lied, "I heard they used it to their advantage during their reign and alliance with England. That Catherine used it to kill Arthur a few months later so she could become the first female ambassador in all of Europe."
"Unfortunately Miss Barros, all of the gold is lost as I said. They did curse it, but the pieces were never found again."
"I think I found some."
"Do you really think I have it?"
"I know it." said Elia, "You are the biggest and most famous chain of cursed items in all of England. I'm sure you have connections, and at least some of the reputable gold. The question is… why do you hide it?"
Borgin began to chuckle, smirking at her once more. She truly was clever, he thought.
"Do you know how many elites in England pine over this rumor? How much they'll pay just to know if it's real or not? The lengths they'd go?"
"So they want a piece of the pie don't they?"
"They'd give up their entire fortune to have a piece." Borgin confirmed, "The gold was an illusion of power to the Spanish. The Aztecs prized simpler things than gold but that's all the Spanish hunted for. Today, people see the curse as a tool to their rise in power. As a way to get back at their enemies, the way the Aztecs did, the way Catherine did."
"Then why do you hide it and yet tell me?"
"Because Miss Barros, the elites barge in here demanding they see it. They offer me their entire vault for a look. They feel entitled, but you— you come here out of curiosity. You do not seek fortune."
He stepped away, pointing at her, "I shall return with what you seek. Do not speak of this moment."
With a wave of his wand, Borgin locked his shop so no one could come in and see. He left to the back and Elia took this chance to snoop around and find any clues connected to Draco in the meantime. She stepped quietly around the shop, looking at anything that was hinted in the conversation with him and Snape.
He mentioned Borgin was complying, with what exactly? And he said something about getting in. Was it possible Borgin had something that could transport something he needed? Elia walked around but passed a large cabinet in the corner of the shop. It was old and perhaps the least suspicious item, it blended in with the shop.
She stopped before it, eyeing it. Was it hiding something? It looked big enough to walk through, then again the Hufflepuff was incredibly small that she could crawl in without trouble. Elia turned around quickly to make sure Borgin wasn't coming in any time soon, before opening the cabinet door slowly.
She peaked in and saw pure darkness, much to her disappointment. She suddenly heard footsteps and quickly shut it, not making a sound. Elia moved away, eyeing the glass displays above and near the cabinet as a means of distraction and as an excuse for her being there.
Then she noticed a pair of earrings in one of the displays. They were made of pure gold with a blood red gem at the center, two pearl drops dangling below. They were incredibly beautiful and she almost considered buying them had she not known what the store was. Borgin stepped behind her.
"Interested?" He said in amusement.
Elia turned and smiled, "Yes, but I know your shop. As beautiful as they are, I simply can't."
He chuckled, holding a stone case that looked ancient. There were letters and sigils carved into it. The box was held tightly by Borgin.
"Understandable, but I find it most intriguing how you've found these to seize your attention too. As those earrings were worn by Anne Boleyn before her execution."
Elia looked at the display once more, before turning back to walk with him to a more private area of the shop.
"And why do you keep them here?"
"Well, it was also said to be a gift by her husband, Henry, that was made of the Spanish gold he received upon marrying Catherine. The earrings are cursed, whether it was from the gold itself or Anne. Stories say she was a witch herself and enchanted the earrings to charm Henry into leaving Catherine."
"Do you believe that?"
"No, but the public loves it. I choose to reveal that story rather than reveal the gold."
Borgin placed the stone case on a table before them at the corner of the shop. When he opened it, Elia felt uneasy. She saw gold plates, jewelry, ornaments, and other pieces stacked on top of each other.
"Henry and Anne's relationship was cursed because of the gold. He was cursed to have a daughter much to his disappointment, so his marriage would fail. The man became unfaithful."
Elia snorted, "I don't think any cursed gold could cause that. He was a lost cause on his own with that attitude. Is the curse all the same for everyone?"
"The curse takes many forms depending the person, but it will lead to their downfall. Some die immediately, some lose their minds, some have unfortunate lives for the rest of their days. All in all, they lose something and it all ends the same— in tragedy."
Elia then thought of something to say, something that may get Borgin to spill. He was invested in their conversation and comfortable with such topics already, perhaps he'd be lenient with her.
"It seems that tragedy and misfortune are closer than we think. My Draco..." She said innocently, hoping her sweet attitude would soften the creepy shop owner, "Has he seen the gold? So much misfortune has occurred in his life as of late, like what happened to his father. At this point, I believe he probably has Spanish gold."
Borgin snickered at her light hearted statement, closing the case.
"He hasn't. You have been the first, Miss Barros. However, your little Lord did purchase something." He revealed, her attention was peaked and she froze, waiting for his answer, "A beautiful piece, made of opals."
"Opals?" Elia questioned, complete confused. Why would he buy a necklace? Made of opals of all things, they were one of her favorite stones. She always called it the faery stone.
"Yes. I do hope we get to see you wear it one day." Borgin gave her an evil smirk that made her gulp.
Why did he look at her like that? Perhaps he was revealing something about it. After all, if it's a piece coming from his shop, it's more than likely to be full of trouble. Had Draco bought it for her and Borgin simply spoiled the surprise? She didn't know what to make of it. She'd been there long enough and regained herself, nodding in respect. She had seen enough.
"Thank you, sir. I will happily pass on the kind services I received today… but the gold is our secret."
"Of course," He said, putting the case aside, "Should we ever… lift the curse to your liking, I would be honored to gift the Boleyn earrings to the newly wedded Malfoy. As as well as bargain a price on the case of gold. After all, your ancestors conquered the said gold."
Elia gave him a blank look, "Thank you for the offer, but it was never mine to begin with nor my people's. It was stolen, simple as that. I'm grateful for your time and what you've shown me. Good bye now."
Borgin nodded and waved his wand to unlock the shop. Elia then stepped out, finally breathing in the cold air from outside that seemed a lot more fresh than the suffocating kind inside. She rounded a corner being pulled in by Tonks, still morphed as the old woman.
"Blimey, Elia. I was about to swing in there with a team of Aurors soon! What happened?"
Elia moved away with her to get more privacy, "A lot about gold. But he told me something— Draco bought something in there. A necklace."
Tonks arched a brow, "For you maybe?"
"That's what I thought but it's from his shop. You swear it's for me, even Borgin said he hoped it was for me but I don't know… I have a bad feeling."
"Well if it's from that shop and it's for you… don't you think your boyfriend might be…?"
Elia looked at her in surprise at what she was insinuating.
"He wouldn't. He wouldn't give that to me."
"We don't know what it is or why he got it. He gets you loads of gifts. What if this is one and when you put it on, you're under a mind control or he offs you for your family-"
"Tonks! Don't say that." Elia urged, "He wouldn't."
Tonks let it go and gave Elia her wand. The girls Apparited back to Hogsmeade without getting caught, but the whole experience wouldn't leave Elia's mind. Tonks reverted back to her old self and the two headed back alone to the school.
"Wait," Tonks realized, "What kind of necklace was it?"
"Borgin said it had opals."
Tonks froze and Elia took notice, beginning to worry more.
"What?"
"A while ago, on the 12th— a Gryffindor girl got cursed."
"The 12th? That was before Slughorn's dinner party! How was I not aware?" Elia demanded, "Wait, a Gryffindor? Was her name Katie Bell?"
"That one. Harry and his buddies found her screaming on their way to the school that day. She had a necklace. Tanya and I had to inspect it with Moody, took it to the Ministry for evidence. It had opals too."
Elia's heart dropped, the flush from her skin sunk and she paled. She felt anxious all of a sudden at the statement, unable to believe it. No. Her Draco couldn't possibly…
"Elia?" Tonks questioned in concern, reverting ever mentioning it, "Merlin… I should have never told you. I'm sorry."
"No one told me." Elia croaked out, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Tonks grimaced, "I don't know. Everything has been hectic since your fight and with the curse on Katie Bell. I thought you knew, but I guess I know why Tanya never told you."
"Nor my friends." Elia murmured, "Please, don't tell anyone about this. Not about Draco. Please, Tonks."
Tonks knew this was important information, maybe Tanya knew. As important it was, she trusted Tanya and Elia not to reveal it for good reason. Elia now had to figure out how she'd stop Draco if it were all true.
Since her discovery, Elia had become more distant from Draco. When in reality, she wanted to be closer so she could help him. But how could she when she was terrified to approach him? She didn't want him knowing that she was secretly into him, whatever he was up to. Above all, she was afraid to find out the truth.
The day was a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Many changes were made. Katie had to be replaced, it was Ron's first match, and upon everyone's surprise including Elia's— Draco wasn't in the match. He hadn't gone to any of the practices according to what Blaise told her so they had to replace him for the match. They also had to replace Vaisey, who was the Slytherin Chaser Elia knocked down and was still recovering.
Elia was shocked to hear Draco wouldn't be in the game, sad to know she couldn't cheer on her boyfriend. He loved Quidditch, so the news worried her more. She decided to confront the trio in the Great Hall about Katie Bell, only to see Ron hadn't arrived yet. No matter, she had to speak to one of them at least. She slid into their table with Luna who had an amazing lion head over her, greeting them all.
"Excited for the game?" Hermione asked, Elia nodded.
"Yes, but I'm worried about Draco. He never forfeits, I'll talk to him." Elia then shifted nervously, Luna took notice.
"You have something to say," Luna pointed out, "But you're too scared."
"Gee, thanks Luna."
"Do you?" Harry asked, concerned, "No need to be nervous. Spit it out."
"Look," Elia began, "I know now, that Katie was sent to St. Mungo's. That she was cursed."
They sat silently, averting their eyes. Luna waited patiently to hear as she herself was curious. She was under the impression that Elia already knew.
"Why didn't anyone tell me? Better yet, I didn't even hear about it. Was everyone hiding it from me?"
"Elia, we didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose." Hermione said sheepishly.
"So I was just out of the loop?"
"Well, your fight with Parkinson was the talk at the time. Still is." Ginny mentioned.
"I know that but even if everyone, including myself were so distracted by that— you can't just ignore a girl being cursed. Everyone knew except me, no one told me. I didn't even see her at the hospital wing. Why?"
"Didn't you know? You should have known, given who did it." Harry suddenly snapped, earning a look from Hermione.
"Stop it." She hissed.
Elia looked between the two, confused.
"Stop what? Just tell me!"
Harry realized what he said, regretting it and looked down, "Sorry, Elia. It's not your fault."
"Of course it's not. She didn't know nor did she curse her. Don't blame her just because she's-" Hermione cut herself off.
"If you two don't spill the beans right now, they're going to need to replace Gryffindor's Seeker today." Elia warned, "Tell me please."
"We didn't want to tell you because…" Hermione hesitated, "Because Harry thinks Draco cursed her."
"'Mione!" Harry explained but Elia was quiet. That worried them.
She didn't know what to think, maybe it confirmed her suspicions anyways. But it upset her to still see how Harry always blamed Draco. How he accused him of something again and snapped at arms because she loved him. She was still quiet, Luna putting a hand on her to snap her from her thoughts.
"Elia," Harry stumbled for an explanation, "I'm sorry-"
"It's fine." Elia said, "First the love potion, now this?"
She let out a short breathy chuckle, it was sour. The girl stood up and left, noticing how far away her boyfriend seemed too at his table. He wasn't sitting close with his friends, he was pale and wasn't touching his food. He looked sick, not fit for the match from what it seemed.
Draco looked at her momentarily before she walked out. Harry sighed in frustration at himself, Hermione frowning at him.
"Way to go." Ginny told him, rolling her eyes and nudging him.
Elia skipped the match, not in the mood to watch it after her conversation. That and Draco was on her mind. She decided to make her famous chicken soup for the cold and hoped it would make him feel better. And since everyone was at the game, they have time alone to be together for once. She sucked it up and decided she'd try to confront him again.
The Hufflepuff ventured to his common room with the bowl in her hand, going up to his dormitory. She was glad to see the light on, peering through the crack of the door. She knocked before entering, surprising him. He was laying on his bed, contemplating on his next plan and trying to rest from the stress of it all.
Draco shot up from his bed, looking at his girlfriend dazed until he saw the bowl in her hand. She gave him a shy smile and stepped in. She lingered by the door in case he turned her away.
"I… I wanted to bring you this." She stepped forward and placed it on his desk, "I heard you're not feeling to good, so I hope that'll help."
"You didn't go to the game?"
"No, I worried about you. You never miss Quidditch." She said, Draco looked at his hands and it made Elia uneasy. She couldn't go through with it now. She thought she could but being with him made her more scared, "If you're feeling sick, you should eat. I'll get going now-"
"No—" He startled her, "Stay, please."
Elia's mouth slowly turned upwards, relieved and the girl almost threw herself at him. She nodded, not wanting to ruin anything and Draco pulled her to him. He sighed against her body, the two being distant had its effects on him. Like he was going through a withdrawal. He needed her at that moment.
His head laid on her chest and her hands held him, running her fingers through his hair. She placed a kiss on his head before sitting beside him.
"Eat, please."
"Not hungry."
"You need to." Elia pushed, "How else will you get better?"
Draco sighed, looking at the bowl and knowing she made it for him somehow brought a bit of his appetite back. He obeyed and ate the soup while she fixed up his pillows for their comfort. She removed her shoes and sat on the bed with him. He finished his bowl and Elia cupped his face.
"You look better, your face has some color now." She said, pulling him to her again to rest on her chest. He followed her movements without a word, inhaling her sweet scent and hearing her heartbeat.
Draco was still quiet and Elia's fingers trailed across him in comfort. When she finally mustered up some courage to confront him on their issues, she felt light kisses on her breasts. Goosebumps rippled across her skin as his kisses became more passionate. He hadn't said a word yet she knew what he wanted and perhaps she needed it too since their last time.
She brought him up and after more snogging and heavy petting, Draco soon had her bent over and maneuvered her hips towards him. With her back arched, he pulled down her leggings and panties immediately. He was fully clothed and would keep that way except for where it mattered. He brought out his hard cock and aligned his head at her wet entrance, which had become soaked at how dominating he was of the situation.
Draco heard that familiar gasp leave her lips when he entered her, feeling her tight walls engulf him. He sighed in content and didn't bother going slow with her, despite their separation. Draco pounded into her relentlessly, hearing her cry out and whimper in pleasure. Elia gripped the sheets while her mouth hung open, her bum bouncing against his hips.
Draco poured out his frustration into her, through his rough actions. He wanted to take out his built up stress somewhere and there she was, taking him in beautifully. He wanted to feel something else for once, aside from his constant fear and stress. She whispered his name, trying to meet his fast pace while he was deep inside of her. He didn't last long, nor did he bother making his girlfriend finish.
He slammed into her to the point she couldn't support herself on her hands and knees. The girl was bent down onto the bed with only her hips raised to meet his thrusts, feeling so good only for it to be torn away. Elia was close too, as her loud moans turned silent, unable to articulate the words to describe her pleasure. But Draco buried himself in her and released. He pulled out, leaving her there dazed and confused.
Her boyfriend always finished her, he lived for the sight and feeling of her cumming on his cock, tongue, or fingers. This time, he took what he could and laid back down. She could feel the anger and frustration he held inside when he took her, gripping her hips so tightly she couldn't move. All she could do was take his cock.
Elia was left unfulfilled, but she had more important concerns than that. The girl slid back into her clothes and laid on his chest in silence again, finally cutting to the chase.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
He paused, "What do you mean? I've told you I'm fine."
"You say that, but I see otherwise. You don't eat, nor go with your friends or Quidditch practice. I haven't seen you at the patrols and Mcgonagall is on me to remind you to turn in your work. So really— what's going on?"
Draco didn't say anything, choosing not to answer her. He just wanted to rest with her but she wanted to push him. He knew she meant well, though he didn't want to talk about it at all. She shook him lightly to get his attention and sat up.
"Please Draco-"
"I told you I'm fine." He snapped, startling her, "You said you wouldn't pry anymore-"
"Well it's gotten worse! Do you expect me to stand by and watch you fall apart?!" Elia argued back with a sternness in her voice, a flare rising in her eyes.
"You don't need to do anything." He said, "You said you would always be here, no matter what."
Her anger simmered, the look in her eyes turned sympathetic.
"Of course I will."
"Then just do that."
Draco pulled her back in his arms, savoring their moment together in peace. Even if he wasn't. He closed his eyes and ran his hand over her skin contently.
"Can I ask you something?"
"As long as it's not about that again." He said, feeling Elia shake her head against his chest. He opened his eyes to peek down at her.
"No, it's something else." Elia said, turning her head up to look at him. His hand then rested in her brown locks, "Slughorn is having a Christmas party next month. I'm going and he's allowing us to bring a date. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?"
Her eyes twinkled in hope, a small smile spreading at the possibility. Even though they were a couple, she still wanted to ask. However, instead of the giddy feeling Draco should have felt like her, he felt bitter. Slughorn never wanted him there in the first place because of his father. Would he throw a tantrum with Draco there? And ruin Elia's chance of returning to the Slug Club. He didn't want to go now, just to spite Slughorn.
His office was also on the floor of the Room of Requirement. If the party was going on, he wouldn't be able to finish his work with the cabinet if he went. His silence and how tense he became only lowered her spirits.
"Please? I really want you to come with me."
"No." He said firmly, "I'm not going to appease Sluggy. Screw his little club. I don't know why you want to go anyways, you don't like parties."
"I just want to go with you." She said, "He invited many others, some famous witches and wizards! He even invited my grandmother-"
"Then go with her."
Elia shot up, her frown settled and Draco turned away. It wasn't just that, she could hear an attitude and she didn't like it.
"What is wrong with you? You're my boyfriend and I'm asking you to come with me. What's wrong with that?"
"I said no, Elia. I don't want to go."
"Is it because of me or is it because you're still mad about not being in the club?"
Draco didn't bother answering and Elia shifted away from him, getting up and standing before him.
"You really are an arsehole. If you genuinely didn't want to go, a simple no would've been fine. But go ahead and be childish, just don't get pissed at me if I go without you."
Elia stormed out immediately, her anger flaring that Draco could feel the room heat up at the intensity. He sighed in frustration, he really did it this time. He just hoped she'd understand one day, even if he was being selfish and childish.
