Looking to the large clock in the Gryffindor common room, I realized it had
been three minutes later then when previously I checked. Twenty-six hours
and twenty-four minutes since Harry had left. Sighing, I collapsed into an
obese couch, my arms and legs spreading every which way in my dejected
state. I still can't believe he's not here. Days of planning, weeks of
wanting, years of not knowing, all gone with a single owl. Damn, bloody
owl.
Breakfast this morning was an unusually quiet affair as there were only a handful of students spending their holiday here, much less then previous years. Unfortunately the one presence I could have done without sat across the room from me, alone, save one other Slytherin who I vaguely recognized as a seventh year. He looked pristine, beautiful. Of course, what else could I expect from such an angelic creature. The body of a cherub casing a heart of granite, not to mention the sexual prowess of a true whore. That's what he is, a whore. I shook my head in an attempt to displace the visuals that were intent upon invading my mind. The familiar heat of bile rose in my throat as I thought of how he looked, his eyes watching me as he was groped. Acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, to be man handled in public like that, he watched me with eyes that coldly reminded me that he cared for no one but himself; ever the lone wolf.
Yet not so alone anymore, I muse darkly, thinking of Carlos Jaggers claiming Draco's neck as though he had every right to it. And so he must, as they've obviously been together for quite a while. I bet Draco's been his even before he came to me that night two weeks ago. Jaggers probably stayed awake until Draco crept back into his dorm room, awaiting the newest details of what an utter ass I was. They would probably snicker at how easily I fell into his arms before succumbing to their own lusts. Images of the two of them locked in passion's embrace had my stomach churning. Shaking my head in an attempt to dispel the vulgar concept, I found my mind once more projecting the scene in the dark pub. Yet, instead of Jaggers claiming that pale neck, it was my own teeth I found nipping at Draco's smooth skin, my mouth dominating his body.
Domination; that was the crux of this entire debacle, the reason why he pursued me so ardently. He wished to dominate me in the most complete and humiliating of ways. Possession was the name of the game we played, power the prize we sought. The prize I lost the instant I let him into my heart. Domination was the key to our bizarre partnership, the one skill I never brought to the contest. Until now. Cementing my resolution in place, I left the protected confines of the common room and began to search in earnest for Draco Malfoy.
A few hours later I was still prowling the grounds for sign of my prey. Instead of cooling my purpose, the time seemed to propel my hunt. Walking down a particularly dank hallway of the dungeon, I was brought up short by a familiar figure. Although he was facing a tapestry, there was no way I could mistake him for anyone other than my quarry. Tenaciously, I stalked to his oblivious back, jerked him around bodily, and caught his mouth in a brutal kiss.
***
My heart leapt into my throat as, for one horrible moment, I thought wildly Carlos had not left and was staying at Hogwarts for the two week vacation. Tearing my mouth away from its aggressor, I blindly punched the offending person in the gut, effectively driving away the threat of further violation. A moment went by as I watched the figure sprawled on the floor before a dawning recognition lit my mind. Weasley. It was just Weasley, and not Carlos at all. Relief cooled my worries as I distantly heard myself murmur something to the affect of "Oh, its you."
"What the hell was that for?" Demanded a fuming Weasley, doubled over, futility grasping at his stomach.
"I should think that would be obvious as you practically just assaulted me."
"And I should think you would be used to it by now!"
Blood rushed into my ears at his words, heart pounding dangerously. When I was certain I could speak without a tremor betraying my emotions, I asked in a voice dripping with venomous ice, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that, as a whore, you must get used to enthusiastic customers!"
Unable to believe the audacity of his words, I could do nothing but stare at him a moment before deliberately turning and walking to the sanctum of the Slytherin common room.
Breakfast this morning was an unusually quiet affair as there were only a handful of students spending their holiday here, much less then previous years. Unfortunately the one presence I could have done without sat across the room from me, alone, save one other Slytherin who I vaguely recognized as a seventh year. He looked pristine, beautiful. Of course, what else could I expect from such an angelic creature. The body of a cherub casing a heart of granite, not to mention the sexual prowess of a true whore. That's what he is, a whore. I shook my head in an attempt to displace the visuals that were intent upon invading my mind. The familiar heat of bile rose in my throat as I thought of how he looked, his eyes watching me as he was groped. Acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, to be man handled in public like that, he watched me with eyes that coldly reminded me that he cared for no one but himself; ever the lone wolf.
Yet not so alone anymore, I muse darkly, thinking of Carlos Jaggers claiming Draco's neck as though he had every right to it. And so he must, as they've obviously been together for quite a while. I bet Draco's been his even before he came to me that night two weeks ago. Jaggers probably stayed awake until Draco crept back into his dorm room, awaiting the newest details of what an utter ass I was. They would probably snicker at how easily I fell into his arms before succumbing to their own lusts. Images of the two of them locked in passion's embrace had my stomach churning. Shaking my head in an attempt to dispel the vulgar concept, I found my mind once more projecting the scene in the dark pub. Yet, instead of Jaggers claiming that pale neck, it was my own teeth I found nipping at Draco's smooth skin, my mouth dominating his body.
Domination; that was the crux of this entire debacle, the reason why he pursued me so ardently. He wished to dominate me in the most complete and humiliating of ways. Possession was the name of the game we played, power the prize we sought. The prize I lost the instant I let him into my heart. Domination was the key to our bizarre partnership, the one skill I never brought to the contest. Until now. Cementing my resolution in place, I left the protected confines of the common room and began to search in earnest for Draco Malfoy.
A few hours later I was still prowling the grounds for sign of my prey. Instead of cooling my purpose, the time seemed to propel my hunt. Walking down a particularly dank hallway of the dungeon, I was brought up short by a familiar figure. Although he was facing a tapestry, there was no way I could mistake him for anyone other than my quarry. Tenaciously, I stalked to his oblivious back, jerked him around bodily, and caught his mouth in a brutal kiss.
***
My heart leapt into my throat as, for one horrible moment, I thought wildly Carlos had not left and was staying at Hogwarts for the two week vacation. Tearing my mouth away from its aggressor, I blindly punched the offending person in the gut, effectively driving away the threat of further violation. A moment went by as I watched the figure sprawled on the floor before a dawning recognition lit my mind. Weasley. It was just Weasley, and not Carlos at all. Relief cooled my worries as I distantly heard myself murmur something to the affect of "Oh, its you."
"What the hell was that for?" Demanded a fuming Weasley, doubled over, futility grasping at his stomach.
"I should think that would be obvious as you practically just assaulted me."
"And I should think you would be used to it by now!"
Blood rushed into my ears at his words, heart pounding dangerously. When I was certain I could speak without a tremor betraying my emotions, I asked in a voice dripping with venomous ice, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that, as a whore, you must get used to enthusiastic customers!"
Unable to believe the audacity of his words, I could do nothing but stare at him a moment before deliberately turning and walking to the sanctum of the Slytherin common room.