Thuban watched his sister as she munched happily on a piece of toast and read her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. "What do you mean you're not doing it."
"I don't wanna." She sipped her orange juice and shrugged, she was blushing and he closed her book for her.
"You've been doing it well, since birth."
"Because I was told to. I decided I'm not going to do anything anyone tells me to anymore, unless I want to." She sucked her teeth and dipped her toast in her eggs runny yolk. "Besides it makes me sick and I'm kind of digging the silver."
"Since when?" Ban protested.
"Since I decided I liked it." She crunched her toast and wiped the crumbs from her hands before opening her book again, "I don't know why you're being like this Ban." She stood. "I'm tired of the way I'm being treated, I don't know what its such a big deal. Scared I'm going to bewitch your boyfriend?" Lyra rolled her eyes and left her brother alone in the Great Hall.
Lyra stared out onto the lake, frowning when her eyes glazed over towards the boathouse. She scanned the shoreline for a smooth stone and plucked it when she found the perfect one. She sang to herself as she skipped stones and hadn't realized she attracted an audience until one of them began to clap. She stiffened and scurried away without acknowledging the group. She sat beneath the tree in the courtyard and smiled as a boy handed her a gift, "I'm sorry. I'm not interested." Tracey looped her arm around Lyra and laughed, snatching the box of candy from the hopeful boy.
"Scram kid." She hissed and Lyra chuckled. "What's with you today?" She popped a chocolate covered caramel into her mouth, "Pretty sure that's like the third, fifth-year that confessed to you." She gave Lyra a worrying glance as she tugged her to her feet, "Are you sick? You're looking pale."
"No, the bronzing potion is just wearing off." Tracey was skipping alongside Lyra as she wandered.
"Oh, well if that's the case you're skin looks really dewy." She groaned when Lyra turned towards the library and dragged her feet as she followed her. "I for one am enjoying all your reject gifts." Tracey held Lyra's hand and waved it in front of her face. "Who's the lucky one you accepted?
"Cut it out." Lyra laughed and browsed the stacks from a new potions book.
"Come on, is he cute?" Lyra blushed and scoffed. "Rich, obviously." Tracey gasped and slammed a book back into its place on the shelf. "Pureblood?"
"Can it Tracey." Lyra laughed.
"At least your kids would be Halfbloods." Lyra rolled her eyes as she checked out the three books she wanted.
Tracey asked questions all the way to the Dungeon where there was a Ravenclaw boy sitting against the wall and staring hopefully towards the hidden door. "What do you want?" Tracey grunted and the boy shot to his feet.
"Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmead sometime." Lyra smiled uncomfortably, "Or I mean we could study together, I always see you in the library." The boy shuffled and Tracey scoffed.
"Not gunna happen lover boy." She pulled Lyra past him and stood in front of the wall, leaning close and whispering the password so the boy couldn't hear it. "Get lost." Tracey glared.
"I'm sorry!" Lyra called back to him before Tracey pulled her through the wall. "You make me need a drink." Lyra sighed as she flopped into one of the leather armchairs by the fire.
"Then you've come to the right girl." Tracey beamed and nodded at Pansy when she emerged from the dorms. "Wanna come to a party tonight?"
"Really." Pansy groaned and held her head as she laid on the couch. "I'm still bent from last night."
"I prefer to drink alone actually." Lyra ran her fingers over her new books.
"Suit yourself." Tracey blew a raspberry and Pansy stole a candy from the box.
"Where did you get these." She moaned and chewed thoughtfully.
"A gift from one of Lyra's many suitors." Tracey chuckled and offered the box to Daphne and Millicent when she sat beside Pansy, forcing her to sit upright.
"Why don't boys chase me?" Daphne sighed and Pansy groaned.
"Because you're terrifying." Millicent laughed and stole a chocolate bon bon, "And Lyra looks like a Hufflepuff."
"Dazed and confused." Pansy laid across the girl's laps and Daphne rubbed her friend's forehead, Lyra snorted.
"You know, sweet and approachable. Little less now that she went all Crone on us." Tracey tugged Lyra's arm towards the girls and she groaned again, perching on the edge of her chair to show the others her bracelet. "And look at this." Lyra let the girls look at it for a moment and then pulled her arm back when she noticed Draco scolding some second-years.
"Damn, are those real." Millicent whistled.
"What he do, rob Gringotts?" Daphne lent forward and rolled her arm over, "Who's it from?"
Lyra shrugged, "There was a box on my bed." Pansy rose her wand and circled it lightly and sucked a breath when she was shocked.
"What the hell." She blew on her fingers and frowned as she flopped bac into her friend's lap.
"Tried that already." Lyra smiled and glanced up as Draco slipped into his room. She pulled her sleeve into her fist, "I wanted to return it." She sighed, "It is pretty though, a part of me is glad I can't." Tracey had disappeared and when Lyra noticed, she was plopping back into the chair giggling. She handed Lyra a small purse.
"Oh, do I count as one of your suitors now?" Lyra scrunched her face, "Not sure Mum's going to like that. Be a bit of a double whammy, lesbian and a Blood Traitor." She sat back in her chair and shook her head when Lyra inspected the small purse. "Right. It's stocked. Knock yourself out." She nodded to the bag, "Careful though there are some things in there that very well may knock you out. None of that muggle stuff though." Lyra frowned, "Sorry. There is wine though." Lyra stood and grabbed the chocolate box as she left which left the girls groaning. "Read the labels!" Tracey shouted as Lyra phased through the wall.
She was back in the room where Draco had almost killed her, and smiled when she pulled a bottle of Lobe Blaster from the petite bag. Lyra wasn't even sure if it was made outside of the States but she thanked Tracey for including it. She swayed through the isles, humming a tune to herself and stopping to admire a few pieces of jewelry and one particularly lewd portrait that she covered completely with the sheet that had fallen from it. Lyra stumbled over a broomstick and chuckled when she regained her balance. "You're kidding me right?" Draco turned into the isle with his wand dawn.
"Wow, deja-vu." Lyra raised the bottle and pouted when he tugged it from her. "Buzzkill."
"Why are you here?" He glanced past her. "How did you get past Crabbe and Goyle?"
"Walked apparently, and don't worry. All the Gryffindors hate me since I blew off Neville," she chuckled, "To clean your stupid room." She brushed past him and turned down another path. Lyra popped the bag open and fished around for a chocolate and was pleasantly surprised when it was filled with liquor. She hummed happily when she found a deep green velvet chaise. Lyra held her skirt as she climbed on it and sighed as she sprawled across it. She bit into another chocolate, disappointed at the lack of alcohol but closed her eyes to savor the taste and smooth texture.
"I don't understand how you keep getting in here."
"Maybe you should lock your secret room better. This time I just walked through a random wooden door." Lyra licked the chocolate from her thumb and frowned, "Stone didn't crack or anything. Was an accident really." She pulled at the collar of her chunky knit sweater and popped another chocolate in her mouth. This one was different from the others, filled with alcohol like the first but burned her throat and made her body hot. "You want one?" Lyra offered Draco a chocolate, waving it slightly, "Might take that stick out of your ass." He stared down at her as she popped it in her mouth and fanned herself when it was filled with more Firewhiskey. "You really are no fun. So buttoned up and starchy." Her next chocolate the same as the last, and it melted in her mouth beautifully.
"I think that's enough." Draco pulled the bag from her lap and she frowned.
"Boo."
"You should leave. Go sleep this off."
"Why? So you could be mean to me when somebody flirts with me. No thank you, I still feel phantom pains on my ass." Draco smirked, "This thing we have going. I don't like it."
"I don't care."
Lyra shrugged, "Sure you do, or you wouldn't have sent Neville his sweater back, torn and smelling like well- not me and not him." Her head lulled to the side so she could look at him better, "I remember by the way. You should really work on your memory charms, they're quite shit." She stared past him at the large cabinet and rolled her eyes, "This all happened because I busted you playing with your little bird. Is that his cage? Must be dark in there." Draco sat in a chair she hadn't noticed was there. "Would you have done this to anyone else?
"No."
"Then why me."
"Because you made the perfect distraction, and I knew I could break you."
"You haven't broken me." She shifted to sit higher on the lounger, and perched her head on her hands. "I mean I'm obviously stupid, right. Have a bit of a death wish, but you haven't broken me." She shrugged, "You can hurt me all you want, I don't think I care anymore." She was on her feet and grabbing the bag from him before he could blink. "You're just mean, I get it." her voice carried through the large room, "Is it a family thing?" Draco was following her as she spun happily through the isles. "Harry told me all about your dad. Not the nicest man." She unscrewed the bottle cap and flicked it away, it rolled across the floor and settled next to other lost things.
"You should slow down." He groaned, "Stop drinking, Lyra." She raised the bottle away from him, and he frowned down at her, "Before you say something you regret."
"You make my life so hard." She groaned, "I can't do so many things because I'm afraid of how you'll react. Did you know that?" She fluffed her hair, "I even gave up my freedom. You told me to, I remember you know, and now I have boys following me around everywhere and it's so exhausting." He had lost her after she pulled the bottle out of his reach, but was following her melodic voice as she scolded him. "And this," she shook her bracelet as she twirled, "I can't even take it off." She frowned, "I hate you." He was beside her, in an instant. Draco's arm snaked around her waist while the other took the bottle from her. She turned into him, their faces inches from one another. "I hate you." She smelled like chocolate and FireWhiskey. "You beat me, use me, and for what?" She grabbed his forearm and pushed him away, "Filthy Mudblood?" She laughed and pointed to herself and then raked a swaying finger over him, "Filthy Death Eater." Lyra was challenging him and he simply took a long drink from her bottle. "You're following in your father's footsteps. Becoming a spineless, cowardly shit of a person." Lyra watched his jaw clench when he finished the bottle and tossed it aside. "Your blood status means nothing now that you've had me." Her arms were wide as she backed away from him, "You're a Blood Traitor," Lyra laughed, "just like those Gryffindors you despise. The irony." Lyra had managed to find her way back to the cabinet and backed into it as Draco stalked after her. He held her throat tightly and she smiled.
"Will you shut up?" Lyra giggled.
"There he is." She was panting as his hand closed around her throat, "Draco Malfoy," she moaned, "The Death Eater." She smiled while her head pounded and her ears filled with the sound of her heart. "You disgust me. What you stand for, who you follow." Her hand caressed his face, "But god you're pretty." She snaked her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to her.
He tore away from her and she laughed, "You'll cum in my mouth but wont let me kiss you?" Lyra raked her nails over the back of his suit jacket, snaking around him and she untucked his shirt. "You hate me. My kind." Her breath behind his ear made him shiver, "But you're so hard." He groaned as her cold hand wrapped around him. "For me."
"Don't." His head fell back as she stroked him, "You should stop before-"
"Before you fuck me?" She kissed the back of his neck, "Before you use me again." She purred. "Go ahead." She nipped his ear and squealed when he turned.
"You'll regret this." He growled and pulled hair and she winced at the strain, his mouth was on her throat, then kissed around her neck to under her ear.
"Good." His hand softened in her hair and he moaned when she dipped her hand back into his pants. "So soon?" She teased and ran her thumb over his tip, Lyra swirled his pre-cum over his head and he let out a throaty moan. "I've barely touched you." She lead him to the chaise and pushed him onto it. He sat reluctantly, tossing his jacket past her to the chair, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Lyra tore her sweater over her head and let it fall to the floor along with her skirt that she stepped out of.
Draco sucked in a breath as he drank her in, her pale hair and even paler skin. "You asked for this." Draco palmed his erection and raised an eyebrow as she stalked towards him. She wore a black lace bra and thong that left little to the imagination. Her heels clicked on the old wood floors and she put her hands on his knees as she lowered herself before him.
"I want you." She was between his legs and his dick twitched when she pulled his erection from his pants. Her mouth closed around him and Draco gasped as her soft tongue stroked him. He supported himself on his elbow and brushed her hair from her face before he gripped it roughly and followed her movements. She pulled away from him and stoked him slowly, dragging her tongue along his length and kissing the tip as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. "Tell me to stop." He let out another moan when she circled his head with her tongue and then pushed him into her throat.
"Fuck." Lyra let out a moan when he held her to him before pulling himself from her and forcing her to stand with him.
"Ah." Lyra gasped when Draco jerked her head and smirked at her blushed cheeks. He tossed her towards the lounger and she moved to face him.
"No." He growled and pushed her onto her knees and watched her arch her back. She spread her legs slightly and it made her stockings stretch over her ass, he spanked her roughly and Lyra rocked back into his touch. Draco rubbed her through the thin fabric and she moaned his name. She leant forward, sinking her chest further into the chaise and rocked into his touch. He spanked her again and she giggled at the sudden sting. He groped her roughly, massaging her round ass before spanking her again, she squealed at the contact.
Draco fisted the sheer fabric and split it effortlessly and brushed his fingers over her. "Draco." She whined and he hooked his thumb under the strip of her underwear and pulled them to the side. His free arm hooked around her thighs and held her to him when she pulled away from his mouth.
"I thought you wanted me to kiss you." She moaned as his tongue parted her and he hummed at her taste. Lyra gasped when he sucked on her clit, and pushed his fingers slowly inside her. Lyra was moaning his name and he kissed her lightly when she tightened around his fingers. "God girl." Draco spit over her and moved his fingers faster until she begged him to stop. He ignored her pleas, sucking and swallowing her loudly, moaning he tasted her climax. "You're so fucking wet for me." He straightened and teased her opening with his tip.
"Fuck me Draco." She tried to push against him but he held her forward as teased her. "I need you." Lyra whined. "Please."
"What a needy little songbird." He pushed his tip into her and Lyra moaned loudly, she tried to push back against him but he held her still and pulled away from her. "Beg me."
Lyra whined and begged him, calling his name and trying to push back against him as he teased her. "Please, Draco." He hit her clit with his dick and she whined, "Fucking fill me. Please."
Draco sank into her and she moaned loudly at her new fullness, "You're so fucking tight." He growled and pulled himself from her. He spread her and Lyra flushed at how exposed she was. His mouth was on her again, licking and sucking as she moaned against his touch, he moved from her and groaned when her thong slipped back into place.
"I'll take it off." But Draco had already torn it and thrust himself into her.
"Easy." Draco smirked and brought her hands behind her back. He seized her wrists with one hand as he thrust faster into her, she moaned his name and he spanked her, the underside of his ring bit into her tender fresh and she lurched away from his touch only to have his grip on her wrists pull her back to him harder.
He let his spit drip over he, "No." she moaned as he pressed his thumb against her asshole.
"Quiet." She pushed her face into the chaise and cried out when he pushed it inside, and matched the strokes of his finger to his hips. "What a good little whore." He savored her moans and mews as he took her.
"Fuck right there." Lyra growled when he pulled out of her. "Draco, please." She whined and he grabbed her elbow to move her.
There was a dresser and he swiped the items to the floor before lifting her onto it. Lyra held the back of his neck as he teased her again. "Beg for me." And she did, panting his name and groaning when he only pushed his tip inside of her. "Louder." Her head fell back as he pushed his full length into her slowly and rubbed circles on her throbbing clit. He moaned as she flexed around him, she was yelling for him to fuck her as he barely moved.
"Draco please. This is torture." He pulled himself from her, spit into his his hand and stoked himself. Draco's eyes shone as he tore them from between her thighs and stared down at her.
"Torture? You want me to torture you." He wet his bottom lip and smirked, snaking his hand up to choke her.
"I want you to fuck me. Please." he kissed her and used his fingers to make her beg for him again. "Fuck me Draco. Please." He was pressing his tip against her ass and Lyra protested. "You're too big Draco." Lyra whined and bucked her hips. "Stop"
"No." He moaned when he slipped into her tight hole. "You asked me to fuck you." he moaned and pressed his forehead to hers, "Fuck." She was squirming and trying to push his chest away from her. "Relax." His mouth was on her neck as he moaned, "Relax Lyra." He sighed, "Or it will hurt more than necessary."
He held her legs around his waist and she squeezed to prevent him from moving, he laughed at her feeble attempts and when she opened her mouth breathlessly he gagged her with his fingers. He pushed her tongue down and forced her jaw open as he twirled his hips into her. Lyra blinked the hot tears from her eyes and moaned as Draco raked his tongue along her jaw to collect them and then spit into her open mouth. "What a fucking slut." She whimpered when he began moving faster, "Such sweet sounds." Lyra screamed as he pounded away at her. "Sing for me," He grunted, "My little songbird." He wiped her cheeks and she moved her head to suck the tears from his fingers. "Torture." Draco hummed, smirking, and he held her tightly onto him and stepped away from the dresser and flopped onto the chaise. She moaned at the new angle, Draco made her straddle him and she rose slowly to adjust herself. Draco pulled her down roughly and bucked into her quickly, Lyra screamed.
"Stop." She punished against his chest but he held her to him firmly., rubbing her clit and holding her thigh tightly. "Draco." She gasped and her head fell back and her eyes closed as she rode him, "Fuck, Draco I'm going to cum." She hadn't known when he got his wand or realized that he laid back. He pushed her stomach and she braced herself against his knees as she leant back, he thrust into her as she bounced and both of their moans filled the room.
"Don't stop." He growled and she screamed. Draco drew his signature in the air with his wand, and Lyra screamed as it branded into her skin. She slowed and he bucked his hips into her harder. "What did I say?"
He watched her skin raise and redden as the D appeared on her pale skin. Another scream ripped through the room as the M seared into her skin. He was blind with lust as she whimpered and shook on top of him. "Beg for it whore."
"Fill me Draco. Please." She fell onto his chest when he sat up and thrust into her, "Fuck it hurts. Please Draco." She groaned, "Cum for me. Fucking cum in my ass." She rode him slowly and he moaned with his release. He rolled them over and held her thigh to keep her close to him as his movements slowed. He couldn't help himself, she looked so perfect, flushed and panting his name as stray hairs clung to her face he thrust fully into her, filling her, and brought his mouth to hers. She tensed and he bit her lip as he found his release.
"Fuck." He was panting into her mouth and Lyra drank in his every breath, fully consumed by him. She followed him as he moved away from her and kissed him deeply, gasping when he slowly pulled out of her but kept their mouths together. "Lyra." He groaned and she shook her head, holding him captive by his neck. She needed this and groaned as she sucked his bottom lip softly. "Lyra," he was scolding her.
But she needed this, him, "More." She whimpered and winced when she tried to sit up. "Please." He was tugging on his pants and laughed.
"What a needy little Mudblood." She nodded as she watched him pull his shirt on and button it slowly.
"I'll do anything." She growled when Draco pressed his thumb on his initials. Her eyes rolled at the pain and Draco chuckled.
"I believe you saying that is what lead to this." He traced her jawline and tipped her chin towards him. "Go do what I've instructed in the bird." She licked her lips and they parted, expecting. "Don't be greedy." She pouted and watched his back flex as he pulled his jacket on and fixed the collar. "You're still here?"
"I can't-" her face flushed with embarrassment. "You-" she sat straighter and groaned, "My underwear."
"Are you blaming me now?" He raised an eyebrow and tossed her her clothes. Lyra pulled her sweater over her head and he nodded, pleased. "Good girl." He helped her step into her skirt and spanked her when she turned to leave. She grabbed her bag from the chair and stumbled from the room while Draco returned his attention back to the cabinet.
Lyra's body ached and she leant against the Tapestry across form the now empty stone wall and fought her breath. She smiled weakly at a young girl who held her scales tightly, "Shouldn't you be heading back to your Common Room?" The girl's hand was shaking and Lyra pushed from the wall. "I'm not going to get you in trouble." She bent and patted the girl's head, "Just don't get caught my someone less friendly. Okay?" The girl was bright red and Lyra laughed. "Goodnight then." She slowly moved around the castle wincing slightly when she took the stairs and frowned when she was halfway down the stairs towards her Common Room.
"What are you doing?" Ban was yelling and hammering on the stone wall way past where the door was hidden. "You're going to wake the whole castle." He snapped his head towards his sister and rushed her. Pulling her into a hard embrace, "I heard you." Lyra blinked.
"You were screaming." He was shaking, "I felt your pain and nearly passed out."
"Ban I'm fine I don't-"
"Lyra." He whistled. "Oh, I didn't know. Fuck." He shut his eyes and shook his head, "Oh god gross."
"Stop it. Get out of my head, Ban." She pushed him away, "It's pervy and really gross that you can-"
"Like I wanna know you just got some in the Room of Requirement."
"The what?" She frowned, "You saw?" Her eyes narrowed on her brother, "What did you see Ban?"
"I don't want to relive it." He held his stomach and sunk to the floor. "A bottle of Lobe-Blaster? Damn it Lyra, everything's fuzzy. Thank god. But everything hurt. Why does it hurt."
Lyra was red and tugging her brother away from the wall, "Shut up!"
"Obliviate me, I don't want this." She checked her waistband and the pockets in her skirt and smacked her forehead.
"I must of left it, I'm so stupid." She was pushing Ban around the corner and directly into Draco as he scolded her.
"Watch it Mudblood." Sneered Draco.
"What are you doing slinking around? Up to no good."
"I'm a Prefect. It doesn't matter what I'm doing. It's you who has to explain yourself."
"Like I'd tell you anything. Malfoy." Ban spat his name and Lyra patted his shoulder.
"Ban," Draco let his eyes fall onto Lyra as she spoke, "Let's just go I have to get my wand." Draco laughed and wiggled it between his thumb and forefinger. She groaned and snatched it from him."Thank you." Ban looked from his sister to Draco in disbelief.
"You're fucking kidding me."
"Ban I can ex-"
"Nope." He lifted Lyra's hand and tapped his temple with her wand. "Want it gone Lala." She sighed and Draco snickered, "Shut your fucking mouth you Death Eater scum." He glared at his sister, "You can't be serious. Those fanatics are the reason we were raised by our Uncles." Lyra glanced at Draco, his face fell and she bounced on the balls of her feet nervously, "Lyra if you don't do this. I will hate you, and I will tell Harry about-"
Lyra didn't give him a chance to finish. "Obliviate." She erased the whole night from his mind, unsure when he had started hearing her. "You hit your head, might have a concussion. You should go to the hospital wing." She sighed and added, "Stop calling Draco a Death Eater, you don't even have proof, harry just assumes." She glared at Draco as he waved to her brother. "You've gone insane. I must have fucked you stupid."
He held her hand and lead her back down the stairs. "I thought you wanted more."
"Yeah like, more sex and for you to kiss me." She laughed "Not you basically telling my brother we're fucking."
"You still want to fuck me?" He was at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at her with his striking eyes and a devilish smirk.
"I mean fifteen minutes ago while I was boozed out of my mind and hor-,"his hand was traveling up her skirt and she swatted him away. "I need to shower."
"Take one with me then."
"Why are you acting like this?" She pulled her hand from him and he frowned.
"I'm giving you what you want right?" He shifted his weight, "Connection?"
"You think I want you to pretend to like me?" She laughed, "I thought you were supposed to be smart." Lyra smoothed her skirt and then pinched the bridge of her nose, "You're giving me whiplash." She brushed past him, "Pureblood." She growled and vanished behind the stone, Draco followed after her.
"Unicorn hair," he pulled her into his corridor and frowned, "Don't you want this?"
"To get fucked occasionally?" She nodded, "Yeah, you're not the worst I've had. But did you think I wanted you to pity like me?" She frowned, "That I want you to ostracize me from my friends completely? Like the stunt you pulled with the sweater?" Lyra sighed heavily, "Tell me what you want Draco, obviously I can't say no to you."
"I don't think you understand what you agreed to when you begged me to spare your life." The fuse to his temper was burning quickly and Lyra could tell.
"That you would beat me for fun." The remnants of the Fire Whiskey made her bold. "Too bad for you, turns out I prefer a rougher hand than the ones in my past," his jaw tensed and she noticed, "and I've had quite a few." He ticked his head to the side, "Fucking you is great, but what I do outside of this." She gestured between them, "Doesn't concern you."
"I don't like repeating myself." He walked her down the hall and pinned her to the door. "I told you Lyra. I own you."
"No." Her breathing got harder as he brought his face closer to hers, his voice was carnal and she saw his fuse fizzle out.
"No?" Draco growled and let the door swing open so Lyra stumbled backwards into the room.
She jumped when the water turned on in the bathroom, "Get naked." She watched him kick his shoes aside and toss his jacket onto the bed, he moved past her to the bathroom, tearing his clothes from him as he moved. "I won't repeat myself." He shouted and she jumped as her skirt was torn off of her. Lyra moved swiftly, pulling her shoes off and then her torn stockings and underwear. She unclasped her bra and tossed it aside before stepping into the bathroom. She frowned at the empty tub and directed her attention to an extremely naked Draco Malfoy washing the soap from his hair as the room filled with steam. "Come." She stood beside him and he smirked when he turned to look at her.
"That was my favorite skirt." She whined when he pulled her under the water.
"I'll buy you more skirts." She jumped when the baths kicked on and Draco chuckled low in his throat. He ran a poof over her, sudsing and rinsing her thoughtfully. "I'll buy you anything and everything you could ever want." He kissed a trail from her neck to her shoulder and then back over her neck.
"Yeah right." she sighed and Draco decided to ignore her, to kiss her instead, holding her to him tenderly and smiling when she kissed him back and held his hips.
"Wait for me in the tub." He dragged his finger down her back, and sighed when she didn't move. "Stop testing my patience." He spanked he when she finally walked away from him to sit in the bath.
Lyra watched him as he finished washing, "Staring is rude, little bird." Draco turned, and she sank further in the tub. He dropped into the tub beside her, rolling his shoulders as he stretched his arms along the rim. Draco sighed and let his head hang back and tried to relax. Lyra moved closer and he hummed at her touch, her light fingers grazed his skin and trailed up his arm, and then over his shoulder and Lyra splayed her hands across his chest as she straddled him. Draco moaned when she shifted and rubbed her naked body into him. "Is this your way of apologizing?" Lyra twirled her hips and Draco's tongue shot across his bottom lip. "I don't mind. But you'll have to work harder than this."
"Why would I apologize to you?" His head lulled to the side and he watched her as she ran her hands lower, beneath the water and then brought her warm and wet hands back over his chest. "Did I make you mad?" She pouted mockingly. "Get over yourself."
"Are you goading me on purpose?" Draco sat straighter and pulled her up onto her knees so he could nip just above her breast. "You want me to hit you?" She moaned as he lowered her onto him. "Because I will do more than just brand you Lyra."
"Do your worst, Malfoy." He moved her hips slowly, helping her ride him.
"Malfoy." He pulled her hair roughly to expose her throat. Draco nipped small red marks on her pale skin, he stared at her mouth and brushed her bottom lip with his thumb, "I prefer it when you say my name." Lyra's back was arched and she was moaning as she rolled her hips against him at an agonizingly slow pace. "You should be punished." He kissed slowly down her chest, leaning her back over his arm, and swirled his tongue over her nipple sucking when she breathed his name.
"I think you've punished me enough." Lyra rolled her hips forward and Draco moaned.
"And I think I'm tired." He pulled her off of his lap slowly.
"You're joking right?" She watched as he stood from the tub and wrapped his towel around his waist. "Draco, you're not serious."
"You think you deserve to fuck me?" Her stomached twisted as he strode to his bed. "You talk about me like I'm nothin more than a fuck to you, and you just expect me to let you use me?"
Lyra rolled her eyes, "Fine." She stood from the tub and padded towards the door. "Let me out then."
"And you're just going to march nude through the common room?"
"Maybe I'll be lucky and some other Slytherin would be able to satisfy me, since tonight you are," she stared at him as he shook his head, "Less than able."
"What are you talking about?" He laughed, "Back in The Room-"
"No. That was you." She laughed and pulled at the handle. "Let me out Draco, you can't keep me locked in here."
"I told you I can do what I want with you," he laid in his bed, "And right now I want nothing more than to look at you."
"And what about what I want?"
"I don't care about what you want Lyra. I thought I made that clear."
"Hazy at best." She crawled on his bed and straddled him, her nude body sinking onto his silk clad hips.
"If you don't stop Lyra. I'm going to hurt you." He snatched her hand away from his face. "I want to hurt you." She noticed then that hand that wasn't tucked behind his head, he was fisting his sheets.
"To teach me a lesson?" She pressed her chest onto him and lifted her ass higher, he groaned and she laid flat on him. "You're boring."
He tucked her hair behind her ear, "That just got you detention."
"Stop teasing me."
"That's all you ever do." Lyra was kissing his neck, Draco refused to touch her but let out a moan when she stroked him through his pants. "Lyra." He warned. "How about a deal?" She perked quickly and and Draco smirked.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Just deliver a package."
"To who?" Draco rolled them over and trailed kisses over her body.
"Why does it matter, are you jealous?" She flushed rolled his hips against her as he hovered over her, Lyra giggled as moved lower, kissing her stomach and her sides, and gasped when he slid a finger inside her.
"No. I'm very pretty." She smiled when he hummed in agreed, "So you think I'm pretty?"
"You think I just fuck anyone?" He kissed a wet trail down her body and tucked his shoulders under her thighs. "Is that why Pansy has been asking questions?" He sucked the inside of her thigh, "I thought she was just being clingy again."
"Why are you talking about other girls when your mouth could be used for such better things." Her hand was in his hair and pulling him to her before she realized what she was doing. Draco didn't mind, he was dying to taste her. His hand brushed against her hip where he had branded her and she hissed. "Do you want me to fix it?" Their eyes met and flicked his tongue over her clit and then kissed her. Lyra moaned and Draco lent his head against her soft inner thigh. "I can heal you if-"
"I'll keep it." He smirked and nipped her thigh before he resumed licking her until she shook, Draco brought his fingers to her mouth and Lyra sucked them moaning as his mouth brought her closer to an orgasm.
"Good girl." He used his now wet fingers to fuck her while he sucked on her clit, Lyra squirmed and bucked her hips as she came. Her thighs squeezed his head and he continued licking and sucking, Lyra shook and called his name. "Go ahead, little bird, scream for me." As he moved up her body he brought her leg up with him and kissed her neck. Lyra moaned when he slid inside her, he moved slowly and she moved her leg from where he held in on his shoulder. She pulled Draco closer and into a kiss before he could protest, they were panting into each others mouths as she came again, "Ah," Draco gasped, "So fucking tight." He growled and kissed her again, swirling his tongue around hers as she came undone beneath him. Lyra could feel herself pulsing around him and she laughed as he kept pushing her further and further over the edge, "That's my girl."
Draco thrust faster and Lyra bit Draco's chest to stop from screaming, "Fuck." She ground her teeth and squeezed her eyes tight. Draco panted as he found his release, twitching inside her while he stroked her face. Lyra's head lulled slightly and Draco stared at the small bead of blood that dripped from her lips and then to where she had bit him, the skin barely broken but sure enough it was his blood on her lips. He brushed her lip with his thumb and then sank it into her mouth. Lyra savored the metallic taste and whimpered when he pulled from inside her and popped his finger from her mouth. Draco's face twisted when she licked her lips, "It's just blood, Draco." He felt squeamish and shook away the chill that set in. He tossed her the shirt that went with the bottom he pulled on. "I should go." He pulled her back into the bed and pulled his silk sheets over them both. She was curled around him and Draco used his fingers to draw lightly on Lyra's thigh that draped across him.
"Who's the best then?"
"What?" Lyra giggled and watched the constellations dance through the room.
"You said I wasn't the worst." He cleared his throat. "So who is the best?"
"Out of all the people I've slept with," his hand paused, hovering slightly over her leg, "I'd have to say you, though no one else has been nearly as rough." He nodded slowly and continued tracing shapes and words over her leg.
"I just assumed-"
"That you were my first?" She laughed, "Not even my second."
"Oh."
"Oh?" She placed her chin on his exposed chest, "You thought I was actually a virgin?"
Draco's face was red and he coughed, "How many?" She snorted.
"You first."
"One." She tensed, "Two if you count getting a blowjob."
"Well now I'm not going." He smacked her leg and she chuckled, "Fine." She groaned and whispered, "Six."
"Six?" He raised his eyebrows and watched the dragon constellation curl in front of the fireplace and breath heat into the room.
"Why'd you have to say it like that?" Lyra shifted in his arms and he squeezed her shoulder to pull her closer.
"Six men?" He clarified.
"Four men, two women." His head snapped towards her and she buried her face into his side. "Like it matters."
"Anyone I'd know?"
"All Americans, guess you're lucky number seven." She poked his chest, and then rubbed her hand over his soft skin. "You're my first foreigner."
"You're the foreigner." She shrugged.
She pursed her lips and tapped her fingers on a birthmark, "Do I-"
"Yes."
"Oh." She fidgeted and he spanked her lightly, "Who-"
"The blowjob was from some Bulgarian Witch my father tried setting me up with after the Quidditch World Cup."
"And the other?"
"Pansy." Lyra groaned and rubbed her eyebrows, "You asked."
"Yule ball?"
"How'd you-"
"She talks about this Bulgarian guy why she was messing with for-" she cleared her throat, "a whole year."
"We were fifteen. And it was mainly me just using her to get off." Lyra shifted uncomfortably, "She's never been in here." He whispered. "Only you."
"Can we stop talking about this?" Lyra gripped his hip and shook him lightly, "Ask me something else."
"Who would you sleep with. If I never-"
"Almost killed me and manipulated me into fucking you?" She felt him tense and she snorted, "Relax, I've surrendered to my Stockholm Syndrome."
"What is Stockholm-"
Lyra couldn't help but laugh, "No-Maj thing apparently." He nodded, "I'm not sure really if there is anyone though. You?"
"No one."
"Oh." Draco held her thigh and tapped his thumb as he hummed.
"You have others? Let's hear them then, I enjoy a good laugh." Lyra could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "Neville?"
"I don't know. But I did want to date him, he was nice."
"I see."
"Dean was nice too, until I found out he was with Ginny. I think he told her about," She shrugged and brushed the hair from her face, "Well she doesn't talk to me much anymore, and gives me looks." She smiled, "Luna is pretty."
"Lovegood?" He chuckled, "Got a thing for blonds then."
"Apparently so. But Ban likes Luna." They laid quietly for a while, Draco traced circles and letters across her thigh and lower back and Lyra closed her eyes to listen to his soft hums. "Wait. How old are you?"
"Sixteen." Lyra looked up at him and he frowned, "What."
"I'm seventeen."
"I missed your birthday?"
"No. I'm turning eighteen in February." Draco chuckled, "I'm a fucking predator."
"Didn't you say I manipulated you into this."
"I'm going to jail." Lyra groaned and buried her face in his chest. "Draco?"
"Hm?"
"What's in the package."
Draco's jaw clenched, and he sighed, "It's just a package."
"But what is it?" Draco ignored her and closed his eyes when the celestial harp's delicate song filled the room. "Don't be a dick."
"It's none of your business. I just need you to deliver it, get them alone I'll do the rest."
"I don't understand, Draco, just tell me. You're roping me into this and wont explain anything-"
"I said no." His arms slacked, "Will you for once just do as I say without being difficult?"
"But I-"
"I've controlled you before, Lyra. I'll do it again."
"Asshole."
"Stubborn bitch." She snorted and rolled to her other side. Draco shifted behind her and wrapped his arm around her. "Do as I say, Lyra." He brushed the hair was from her neck and kissed right below her ear. "Or this time I will punish you in a way I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy." Lyra sighed and nodded. She sat up and pulled the sheet from her.
"I should-" but he pulled her back down to him.
"Just lay with me a little while longer."
When Draco woke, his bed was empty, and was unsure of how Lyra got passed his enchantments. He groaned and rolled to his side, the bed was cold but she lingered on the sheets. Lyra did that often, leaving before he stirred and ignoring him through the day, the only times he woke up to her were the mornings after he was too rough with her. Her hair would be fanned over her pillow and he would watch her sleep for hours. Draco had brought breakfast back to his room once and he watched her light up. She would breath warmth and comfort into the room and he would heal any bruise or mark he left on her and she would forgive him instantly.