The Aventador growled gutturally in the sacred space of the cathedral. I had to put my hands over my ears to reduce the horrible ringing as he shifted the gears and it started rolling towards the opening ahead where the bricks were separating like sliding doors. I shut my eyes with mounting terror from the huge, foreign machinery entrapping my body. Images in my memory of the previous crash and the metal barrier flying towards me were bouncing around in my vision uncontrollably.
When the volume around us had died down considerably I opened my eyes a slit. We were now moving down a backroad towards another set of wrought-iron gates that matched the main ones. Draco stopped the car before the gates and put his hand on my knee, evaluating my unmasked fear, "You going to be alright?" He looked at me blankly and I realized I was acting like a child.
I inhaled and straightened my spine, nodding. He waved the gates open and then we were flying at a breakneck speed down the lane. He shifted expertly between us, his watch glinting in the sunlight coming through the glass ceiling. I glued my skull to the back of the headrest and stared out the window. We were moving unrealistically fast, even for a supercar. "It's been modified, magically," Draco bragged as the trees whipped past us in blurs, "Not enough to cause a trace, don't worry."
I was worried. Between the mechanical roaring of the engine and the murderous velocity that we were moving at it felt like a spaceship accelerating through galactic debris, sure to impact once again.
Once we'd reached the motor way he didn't hesitate to push the car to go even faster. I sat straight up, spine out of my seat to watch out the window as we wove dangerously between lazy cars and delivery trucks. It occurred to me that we might be arrested in the chaos, if the officers could even catch up to the Lamborghini. "Can de muggles see us?" I asked in a frail voice, my fingers gripping the frame of the window. My long hair was all around my shoulders.
He bit his lip and didn't take his eyes off the road, "What do you think?" He snorted as he cut off a miniature Fiat and the driver didn't even flinch at the sheer closeness. I stared at the man who was wearing a large toque and had a dreamy smile on his face as he chugged along at a snail's speed.
It continued on like that for hours, and I eventually relaxed in my seat beginning to trust Draco's capabilities. He articulated the vehicle with little to no effort not even showing the slightest sign of apprehension, one hand on the stick shift and the other on the wheel. He was like a very well-dressed racecar driver and I found myself lingering on his form next to me through sideways eyes.
He eventually pulled the car over at a turnoff near the English Straight and I knew we were getting close to the Euro Tunnel. It was a gravel parking lot with a branching pathway down to a beach. The car shimmered oddly with a blue film and I realized it was reappearing on the muggle spectrum. He pushed a button to release both of our doors and then wandered in front of the car, leaning on the hood and toying with his military watch again.
I stood and stretched, feeling the heat of the day on my skin. A few middle aged muggle women with frumpy shirts and golf caps nearby started shrieking in adoration at Draco, sitting on his fancy car in the tight suit. They were pointing and laughing dramatically, swatting each other saying things like, "oh stop it," and "you're naughty." I rolled my eyes, straightening my sky-blue dress.
He seemed to not have noticed the commotion nearby or was simply ignoring them. I approached him and wrapped my arms around his waist. His eyes looked hazy in concentration; small digital clicks and beeps made barely audible confirmations from the mechanism. His arm slid around my neck as he lowered the watch and squinted into the sun, "We're going through the Straight soon. I just need a moment...to..." he closed his eyes. There was a rustling as he put sharp black sunglasses on.
I slid my hand under his jacket around his waist and grabbed him tightly, "Is et hard? Because of last time?" I felt him grumble in confirmation through his chest where my head was laying. He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and brought out a vial of shiny gold liquid. He drank half of it and handed it to me, "It'll calm our nerves. Should be fine, as long as we don't drink an entire bottle each this time." I took the euphoria potion obediently.
His nose seemed very pointy in the flashy glasses as he looked down at me. His fingers ran along my chin leaning my face up towards his, "You're thoroughly tanned. If they're forcing you to work outside like a peasant-"
"Non," I stopped him before he got worked up, "I 'ave been...gardening, dere."
A flash from across the lot went off with the accompanied plastic whine of a photograph sliding out of a camera. The middle aged women had taken a photo of us and were shaking it clear in the wind, hovering together over the square paper. My cheeks were beginning to flush and my heart rate quickening from the potion when Draco stiffened and stood.
His face was pointed directly at the chattering ladies who were cooing over the developing image. I couldn't see his eyes through the glasses but he was visibly alerted. I was about to point out that it didn't matter if they took a picture when he started walking towards them, tagging me along with his arm still around my neck.
They started squealing as we approached. "Americans?" he asked in a charming voice and I coughed on a giggle. The women all started clamoring at once with thick Texan accents.
"Oh now aren't you a tall glass," one of the pudgy women said waggling her beefy finger at him, "Just take a look at this photograph we got of you two stunning lovebirds." She held it out to him and his hand snatched it from her like a striking snake. He snorted under his breath, flipping it over in his two fingers, hardly looking at it.
I leaned in closer to view it but he had pocketed it in his jacket, "I'm sure you'll understand if I want to keep it." He gave her a split second, insincere smile. I noticed he was twisting his fingers in my hair as he waited impatiently to resolve the issue.
The woman looked taken aback at the abrupt hijacking of her picture, and the one closest to me suddenly cackled violently causing me to step back, "Darlene what did I tell you, this one's a spy. What's the CIA called here anyways, MI6?"
"Something like that. Ladies," Draco excused us, his hand slid down to my lower back on the way back to the car. I grinned up at him with my mouth wide open, trying not to laugh at the situation. He shrugged, separating from me around the hood of the car, "They didn't ask permission. Fucking Americans."
Back inside the Aventador he got us onto the motor way at a normal speed, and then the car was shimmering again as he sped up to swerve between vehicles as a distraction. With the euphoria potion now coursing through my veins I genuinely enjoyed the insane speed and thrill of the supercar. I watched out the window as car after car disappeared behind us like dust in the wind. The engine growled with mechanical perfection. I watched the ocean flying by, the birds above the beaches, the sun in the sky through the sunroof.
"What es a tall glass?" I teased and a smile spread across his face.
He glanced at me quickly before he mocked a shiver of disgust. "Ugh, I couldn't care less. American hags."
I slapped his arm, "Draco Malfoy! They just 'ad a crush on you."
He smiled a frown, "I'd rather die." We both laughed then, and I threw my head back into my seat to admire him. He stole micro looks at me while he drove, noticing my staring.
"Is something amusing over here?" He asked, gearing down on a steep hill, "What are you staring at?"
"Can I see de picture?" I pulled my knees up and turned sideways to face him with a pleading look. He reluctantly reached into his pocket and flicked it through the air in my direction. I had to dig my fingers down the side of the chair to pull it out, and then I sat back to stare at it.
We were leaning on the car dressed to die for, his fingers on my jaw line as I stared up at him. We truly did look like love birds. "Awh, I love et," I fondly hummed. I put it in the pocket of my dress for safe keeping.
When we reached the Euro Channel with no accidents, Draco sighed in relief. He lined the car up for the tunnel as I paled, "Oh mon dieu, we don' 'ave passports."
He reached into his jacket and pulled out two rouge passports and passed them to me. I flipped through the first one and had to bite my tongue not to laugh at how wicked and unimpressed his photo appeared. The pages were filled with stamps, it was as though he'd been everywhere possible known to man. And he had my passport? It was my face, my information... I flipped through the recognizable stamped pages in disbelief. "You left it at Hogwarts. When you were deemed deceased I took all of your possessions, as your legal husband." He took them back from me and stowed them in his lap for border patrol before I could say anything.
Once we were cleared and the car was secured in the metal channel we settled in to wait approximately forty minutes before reaching the other side. Inside of the carrier shuttle the car appeared dark. There were a few fluorescent lights hanging catenary from the tunnel ceiling, providing a hospital-like, eerie glow. Draco sat next to me staring at his dark mark for the first few minutes as the shuttle took off leaving the shores of England behind us. He watched in silent intent and I left him alone, narrowing my eyes at the couple in front of us kissing in their beat up Volkswagen.
After ten minutes had passed he straightened his sleeve again and buttoned it. He pressed the side of his fingers to his lips in concentration, his brows furrowed nervously. I could hardly contain my high feeling in the silence, wondering how he did it so well. He was flushed but I couldn't tell if that was due to fear of leaving the country. I leaned forward and jammed my finger into the radio button and the car filled with loud music from the 1970's.
"Don't-what are you doing?" Draco said in aggravation, immediately shutting it off. He was tense and it seemed like the euphoria potion was just accelerating his anxiety instead of excitement. His knee was bouncing furiously and I reached across to steady it.
"You don' like music?" I asked, pushing the button again. Saturday Night Fever filled the car speakers at a deafening volume.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and shut it off again, leaving his hand hovering in a pointy dome over the dial. He took off his sunglasses to glare at me with piercing blue orbs, "I don't prefer uneducated, uncultured music. Leave it be." Our faces were now inches apart and I could smell the fresh pine scent of his cologne, feel his breath of my face.
"Make me," I said in a sultry tone, filled with burning lust and ecstasy. How we'd survived full potions the last time now seemed like an impossible feat. His eyebrows jumped for a second as I dragged my fingers up his thigh from where I'd been steadying his knee.
He hissed through his teeth, inhaling sharply. His eyes shut and I felt his hand steady mine, "Not in here. There's people on both sides of us." Even as he said the words the insincerity behind them was evident. His voice was faltering and I could see him breathing harder, staring at my lips. I leaned close enough that our lips were touching without kissing and our breaths exchanged hot and jagged, "Come to de back seat, den." I stuck my tongue in his mouth long enough to tease against his, and then I pushed backwards into the more spacious interior behind.
He stared in agony at me with tight knit eyebrows as I unzipped my dress and my bra, laying there naked in the white leather seat of his collectible supercar. I rubbed my hands down my neck and slowly down my body, my blond silky hair flowing in waves at my sides, not breaking eye contact with him. He looked at the cars on either end of the trunk and hood and then shut his eyes so tightly that lines formed above his nose. "Fuck, Madeleine," he cursed as he climbed into the back with me, caving in.
He shrugged off his jacket and shook out his hair leaning in to kiss me. His skin was hot and his kisses wet and desperate, filled with tongue and passion. We were both buzzing with the euphoria. My whole body was throbbing for him as his fingers roamed confidently over my breasts, my ribs and between my legs.
I couldn't wait for what I wanted to do next. I pushed him back against his chair. My finger pointed to the drivers seat. "Make et go as far forward as et can," I demanded. He wandlessly waved his hand and it slid forward. I pawed at his dress pants, unzipping them while we exchanged sloppy kisses. I could feel the hard bulge under the fabric as I worked at it.
I pulled away and bit my lip, crawling onto the floor between his legs. He looked down at me with hooded eyes and his breathing grew more rapid and haphazard as I pulled his boxers down. His eyes wandered ahead through the windshield nervously, "What if we - fuck." He started moaning and his head hit the leather behind him as I stroked and licked his throbbing cock. His fingers tangled in my hair roughly as my head began bobbing, taking in the whole length while whirling my tongue along the shaft and sucking on the head. I was no virgin before him, and I certainly didn't need to try anything for the first time. He cursed and gasped as he watched me work him, naked on the floor before him. I caught his eye several times as I slowly brought my tongue up the side of him and he bit his lip.
When he was gasping non stop he pulled sharply on my hair, "Stop, stop, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." I looked up at him and wiped my face.
"You can cum in my mouth," I said in a dollish voice and he rolled his head back briefly at the invitation.
"That's so hot, but I want to fuck you too," he tugged at my arm with huge, hungry eyes and I climbed up to straddle him, holding onto the head rest behind him. The windows in the car on the back and the sides were so deeply tinted I couldn't really make out the people behind us. My full breasts were in his face as I positioned myself above him and his hands wandered to my ass, pulling me into him. He rocked my hips instinctively and then he was fully inside of me and I groaned loudly from the desirable friction.
He clamped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet as I bounced on top of him whining in pleasure. He kissed and sucked at my breasts. He was yanking me over him roughly and unapologetically with his other hand on the small of my back now. I soon came, screaming into his hand which squeezed my face and jaw tightly. His gasps pitched higher into a whimper as he released too, kissing my body before him and then pulling my face down to his harshly.
When we'd slowed and kissed for a few moments, I pulled away and rolled off. I grabbed my wand and quickly banished the results from between my legs, finally having my ability back to do so. He didn't say anything but I could tell he'd watched from the look on his face.
We cleaned up our appearances and climbed back into the front, breathless and grinning at each other. "You've just... you've just made my dreams come true," he said running his hands through his hair, "I always wanted to fuck a hot girl in one of these cars."
The signal lights came on in the tunnel that we would need to move again in minutes. I gave him a bashful smile and looked out the window, twirling my hair. "Are you saying dat I'm a 'ot girl?"
He started the car as the worker in the lane way appeared in a safety vest and beckoned the Lamborghini forward. The engine raged as we moved ahead. He smirked as he shifted gears, "You're the hottest. Irreplaceable."