This chapter's shorter, but I updated it way faster than the last one...trade off? lol I'm still figuring it out.
Enjoy.
DPOV
How we ended up in a bed was a mystery to me, though one of us had to have apparated there, because someone's wand was rolling across the hardwood floor out of sight.
"Please," she moaned, pushing my pants from my hips.
I pushed her hands away, ridding myself of my pants and hers before settling over her again. I pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulders, one of my hands toying with her pert breasts, the other finding its way into her panties to find her soaked.
Fucking hell.
"You're so wet, Granger."
She mewled, her hands in my hair tightening as my fingers sought out her clit.
"Just shut up and fuck me, you git." she gasped, no real heat behind her words.
I smirked, sliding first one, then a second finger into her tight cunt.
"Oh gods," she moaned, her back arching as she fumbled to push my boxers down.
I ignored her attempts, instead kissing my way down her body to settle between her thighs - and fuck was there any place better?
That was yet to be determined as I flicked my tongue over her clit, my fingers continuing to stroke that perfect spot that had her arching from the bed and breathlessly moaning my name.
"I'm going to come." she gasped, her thighs beginning to shake as I felt her tensing around my fingers.
Instead of slowing down I pulled my fingers away, eating her in earnest as she shattered above me.
I kissed my way back up her shuddering body, smirking when I reached her mouth to find her gasping for breath, a beautiful flush to her face.
She pulled me down into a kiss, her tongue seeking mine out as if to fucking taste herself.
Salazar, I'd never wanted a witch more in my bloody life.
She attempted to flip our position, and I knew what she had in mind, and I was more than happy to indulge her - later.
"Next time." I murmured, capturing her lips in another kiss as I slipped between her thighs, wandlessly vanishing my boxers.
"But you - oh, gods, Malfoy -"
"Fuck," I grunted, biting her neck as I pushed completely inside her wet cunt. "You feel fucking fantastic, Granger."
She bit her lip, her nails digging into my arms as I began a slow rhythm that had her gasping.
"How do you want it, Granger?" I asked, dropping onto my forearms to tease her breasts with my mouth, all the while maintaining the same slow pace.
She groaned, shaking her head, eyes pinched closed - and fuck, I couldn't stop myself from kissing her, nipping that full bottom lip -
Bloody hell.
"I - fuck - I'm -" she bit her lip, her legs around my waist beginning to shake as she raked her nails down my back, pulling me closer.
"Give it to me, love." I groaned, my fingers surely digging into her hips hard enough to bruise - though that thought alone was erotic enough.
And then she fucking came.
It took all the self control I had to keep myself from coming right along with her. Her cunt was deliciously tight and wet and her gasping moans by my ear were -
Fucking hell, how was Granger the greatest shag of my life?
"Oh my gods, Malfoy." she laughed breathlessly, "I guess all the gossip was true."
I raised an eyebrow, shifting so her left calf rested on my shoulder, one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh, "Gossip?"
She laughed, but with one harsh thrust forward it was quickly turned into a moan.
"You had quite the reputation; don't act like you didn't know."
I smirked, she was right. My reputation preceded me, and I was immensely pleased that she agreed.
"I'm just getting started."
Without waiting for a response I picked up my pace, using the hand at her waist to keep her from sliding up the bed.
I looked down to where I fucked into her, and had anything ever been sexier?
I couldn't think of anything.
"You're bloody gorgeous." I murmured, watching as her eyes widened slightly and she bit her lip, her walls already fluttering around me.
I chuckled, the sound a deep rumble as I leaned forward, keeping her leg over my shoulder, until my lips were at her ear, "Do you like compliments in bed, love?"
She moaned, her nails digging into my back as she choked back a gasp.
"Or do you just like it when I speak?" I wondered, pressing light, teasing kisses along her neck and jaw.
"Yes," she gasped, her legs beginning to shake again, "I love your voice."
How was she this perfect?
HPOV
No one, no one, had ever made me feel the way Malfoy did. Gods, and he was so good.
And here I was, about to come again, and he bloody well knew it.
As I expected, three thrusts later I was coming undone around him, clawing onto his shoulders for dear life. It just felt so fucking fantastic.
Before I could register what was happening, he had flipped our positions, holding my hips still above his as he began pounding into me in earnest.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped, biting into the corded muscles of his shoulder while his strong hands held me exactly where he wanted me.
"I'm so fucking close, Granger." he rasped, his gravelly voice directly at my ear. "Can you come again?"
I shook my head, my eyes pinched closed against his neck as the coil in my stomach wound tighter and tighter.
"Not an option." he murmured, sliding me up so he could tease my breasts with his mouth, one hand moving from my hips to my clit.
I couldn't breathe. Everything was so intense and overwhelming and I'd never come this many times in my life.
I could feel my legs beginning to shake, and his gravelly chuckle almost threw me right over the edge.
"That's right, come for me. Come on my cock, Granger."
His downright filthy words had me hurtling headfirst into an orgasm, my entire body shuddering.
"Fuck, Draco," I managed to gasp, and seconds later he was shaking against me, arms wound tightly around me as he came.
My body was utterly boneless as I lie on top of him gasping for breath after the best sex of my life.
Malfoy's fingers traced nonsense patterns on my back, the motion soothing, and soon enough my heartbeat had returned to normal, as, it seemed, had his.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"I...I have no idea. I don't think my brain's quite working yet." I admitted with a laugh, sitting up so I could move off him, but his hands shot to my waist, keeping me seated on his lap.
His silver-blue eyes were stormy and dark, lust-glazed in a way I never would've imagined directed at me.
But they were.
He trailed his eyes down my body, unabashed in his slow perusal.
I looked down to where my hands rested on his lower abdomen, when I noticed something on my ring finger.
"Oh my god."
Malfoy took my hand, his eyes widening as he saw my name, scrawled in his elegant black script across the ring finger of my left hand. He immediately looked to his own finger, and I didn't need to see it to know that his name would be there, but in my handwriting.
Soulmates.
"We...we're fucking sou -"
"Stop." I said, immediately pushing myself off him, and the bed entirely, grabbing his dress shirt from the floor and putting it on. "This isn't happening. This cannot be happening."
He narrowed his eyes, sitting up in bed though making no move to cover his nakedness, "You can't tell me you didn't feel that pull. You can't deny this."
I shook my head, taking a few steps back from the bed as I ran a hand through my hair.
This was so bad.
"What's so horrible about being my soulmate, Granger?" he snapped, arms crossed as he glared at me.
The idiot. How could he think there was anything wrong with him?
"Have you not been listening to me?" I asked, turning away from him to stare up at the ceiling. This was entirely too much. "I could die, Malfoy. And now that we...that we're soulmates, it could very well kill you too. None of this would've happened had you not -"
"Don't you fucking dare." he growled, up from the bed in a flash and pushing me not-so-gently into the wall. "You don't get to regret finding me."
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the urge to wrap my arms around him.
I'd read about what it was like for soulmates, particularly fresh soulmates, but these feelings were so much stronger than any book could ever describe.
"This is the worst possible time -"
He slammed his lips against mine, one hand resting over my throat, just tight enough to keep me against the wall, the other digging into my hip as he slid his tongue along mine.
"I don't give a damn."
DPOV
Convincing Granger of anything was ridiculously difficult, though after a bit of...persuasion, I'd gotten her to relax.
Honestly, I was just as stunned, if not more so, than her. The Universe certainly had a dark sense of humor.
And that was putting it lightly.
"I've spent hours going through these books, and I haven't been able to find anything." she groaned, slamming the book she'd been reading shut.
"Maybe we need to look at this from a different angle."
"Like what?" she asked, absentmindedly running her thumb over the signature on her ring finger.
It was a habit I found myself doing as well, and it'd only been a bloody day.
"What if it's nothing to do with you being muggle-born?" I offered, setting my own book down on the coffee table to focus on her. "What if it's because you're magic is just powerful?"
She rolled her eyes, "Seems they should've picked Harry, then."
"You think Potter's magic is honestly stronger than yours? Just because he has some prophecy on his side doesn't make him the most powerful, Granger."
Her eyes were slightly wide as she replied, "You're barmy."
The words held no real conviction, so I simply shrugged, "We obviously need to try something different."
She was silent for a while, staring at the book I'd placed on the coffee table, before she began speaking again.
"Rodolphus was there most often."
It took me a moment to realize that she was finally telling me who'd captured her - tortured her.
"Lestrange?"
She nodded, eyes still trained on the book as she said, "He thought it was only fair with what happened to Bellatrix."
"That was the Weasley's." I said through clenched teeth, an almost uncontrollable amount of rage bubbling toward the surface at the thought of Rodolphus laying even a fucking finger on her.
She simply shrugged, "Didn't seem to matter."
"Who else, Granger?"
Her thumb continued tracing the signature on her finger as she continued to avoid looking at me.
"Rabastan and a woman I didn't know."
"I'll fucking kill them."
At that she did look at me, her eyes betraying an emotion I couldn't quite place as she said, "Draco Malfoy, you will not risk your life for me."
"Or what?"
She narrowed her eyes at me and stood, coming to stand in front of where I was sitting to glare down at me, "You made an oath to help me, not -"
"And protect you." I interrupted, standing as well.
She shook her head, taking a step back to put some distance between us.
"I'm telling you this so you know what we're up against, not so you storm off looking for blood. They will kill you."
"Not without a fight." I shot back with a smirk.
"You're infuriating." she said with a sigh, turning to sit on the couch I'd previously been on.
I sat down next to her, tentatively taking her left hand in mine. When she didn't immediately pull away I relaxed, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
"I'm not very good with words, Granger; at least not the important ones." I said, forcing myself not to look away. I needed her to get this through that thick skull of hers. "And this...this feeling is entirely foreign to me, but it doesn't change the fact that I would do anything for you. I will do anything for you."
Suddenly I realized that her eyes were a bit glassy - fuck, she wasn't going to cry was she?
"You...you can't just..." she shook her head, taking a deep breath before she tried again, "You're just okay with accepting all these overwhelming emotions? We don't even know each other and -"
"How do you feel about me?"
Her cheeks immediately tinted a deep pink before she said, "Like you feel about me."
"Then it seems like there's time for everything else."
She sighed, leaning into my side to rest her head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few minutes before her laughter cut through the silence.
"What in Salazar's name are you laughing at?"
"Ron's going to flip." she gasped out through her laughter, and for some reason it was contagious. The thought of Weasley finding out that she was mine was golden. I could only hope to be there when she told him.
"I certainly hope so."
The idea to have their names signed in the others handwriting was an idea I stole from sarenia here on FF. It's in her story Inked (which if you haven't read, I HIGHLY suggest) and I loved it so much that I wanted to play with it a bit in this story. I take no credit for its genius.
Let me know what you thought of this chapter. :)