Welcome to my world, she said
Do you feel alive, she said
It's all a bad dream spinning in your lonely head
She looks up at me as I stand before her. Her brown eyes are clouded.
I scowl at her.
"Don't even think of pulling another trick like yesterday," I snarl.
She frowns. "What are you on about?"
"Don't toy with me Weasley."
"Malfoy, could you stop being yourself for a moment and listen? I have no idea what you are talking about."
I take in her angry expression, the traces of tears on her cheeks, her red hair in disarray around her face, and I want her.
Just as I wanted her for her power before, now I want her for her innocence.
How can one person hold so much good and evil?
I long to twist her, break her.
I tighten my grip around the key that lays in my palm.
I watch her for a few moments, trying to decide whether to give in to the hated longing that is coursing through me.
My hands make the decision for me.
I slip inside, closing the door behind me. Her eyes widen in shock and anger.
"What the–"
I cut her off, kissing her hard enough to bruise her. Her tiny fists are beating against my chest, even though her lips are responding to mine.
Her touch leaves trails of fire over my skin.
When I have had enough, I shove her away roughly, sending her tumbling to the floor.
She glares up at me, her eyes flashing red.
Pain rips through me. It is worse than anything I have ever experienced. Worse even than the Cruciatus Curse.
But I do not scream. I am a Malfoy.
Then it is over, and I am left on my knees. Blood drips from my nose and lips.
I stagger to my feet and look at her.
Her eyes flash red once more before rolling back in her head.