The only thing keeping Draco scrubbing as hard as he was, was the the thought that afterward he'd be able to get Abby into his room. No way in hell he'd go to the Gryffindor tower. Never. But Snape crushed Draco's hopes.
"Mister Montague, I want you to walk Miss Lynch to her common room. Mister Malfoy. Slytherin common room now. Go." Snape continued shuffling through papers and emitting a sigh. Trenton was almost sure he heard him mutter "How did it come to this.." under his breath.
Trenton smiled at Abby and walked with her out of the room. Draco followed to the door and let out a sigh as they walked in the other direction as him. He shook his head and went to Slytherin's common room.
---
"Have fun in the closet?" Trenton grinned at his feet as he walked.
Abby glared at the side of his rugged face. "Damn you for closing that door."
Trenton looked up, completely apalled. "You TOLD me to! Or do you not remember our discussion before detention tonight?"
Abby couldn't help but grin. "Fine. You win. Thank you, Trent."
"No problem, love," Trenton said putting his arm around her waist.
Abby swatted at his arm. "Stop that."
Trenton pretended to pout for a moment, before a handsome smirk adourned his features. "Was it everything you were hoping for?"
"Treeeeeent, stop that," Abby rolled up her sleeves. Then she pulled at a lock of her black hair. "Do you think I look bad in black?" The look Trenton was giving her made her glare. "Nevermind. I don't want to hear your immoral and depraved opinion."
Trenton grinned wider. "Suit yourself, pet. So about Malfoy.."
"Oh, fine. He was better than I thought he'd be. I thought his ego might have been the biggest thing he had."
"And?"
"I was wrong," Abby said with a smile. "Although.. that I've known for a while now."
Trenton blinked. "Oh? When did you find out that source of information?"
Abby hopped with her hands clasped behind her back. "In his dormitory a while back. And then of course there was the time I saw him in the shower..."
"So you want him.. don't you?" Trenton asked, smiling at his shoes again.
Abby sighed. "When I figure out my thoughts in my own head.. I probably STILL won't tell you." She grinned.
Suddenly someone walked up, going in the opposite direction than Abby and Trenton. It was Pansy Parkinson, and she gave Abby an icy glare. Trenton chuckled as she passed.
"Who was that?" Abby asked.
"Pansy. She's a bit huffy with you. Doesn't like you being the basis of Draco's thoughts." Trenton shook his head. "A bit unhinged that one. She had a relationship with a strand of Draco's hair for all of fourth year." Abby giggled. Trent shook his head again. "It's no laughing matter. The hair was still connected to Draco's head."
Abby laughed. "Sounds like a romance made in heaven. Anyways, Gryffindor Tower isn't too far, and I don't need an usher. You can go back now if you want."
Trenton looked down at her with a sort of sadness in his hooded eyes. "All right. Anything you want me to tell Malfoy?"
Abby sighed. "I don't know. You're a clever manslut. Make something up." She grinned and continued walking towards Gryffindor Tower.
---
"Snape's such a dirty git." Draco had been pacing his dormitory since he'd gotten there. "I could have walked her back."
"Ehh.. you do realise she'd never get to her common room, right?" Trenton was sitting on his own bed looking through his side table's drawer.
"She would have... eventually." Draco smirked.
"What makes you so sure about her, anyways?" Trenton loved to play both sides.
Draco blinked at him. "We were groping in the supply closet. I think that about covers it."
"Real romantic man.." Trenton shook his head. "..I thought I had more condoms than this."
Draco sighed. "You're a real ladies man yourself." Draco went into a horrible imitation of Trenton. "'Heyyyy, Ginny. You wanna..'" Draco clucked and purred and then stared at Trenton. "Is that what you call romance? Besides, who said that I wanted to romance Abby? Who says she even WANTS to be romanced."
Trenton was counting on his fingers. "I swear I had more than this. Heh. Not a problem. I guess it's been a really busy month for me."
Draco threw his arms up in the air. "You're a great help, Montague!"
"Sorry, mate. Well.. you just need to.. get her in a room and shag her senseless or something. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Draco sighed. "It was. But.. things keep getting in the damn way."
"Ehm.. I'm not an expert, but I think those things are actually SUPPOSED to get in the way," Trenton said with a grin.
"Oh shut up, you big TREE." Draco was getting impatient. "Abby's different. I want her to be satisfied. If we end up on a table, desk, rock, or treestump somewhere I want it to be somewhat special. Memorable."
Trenton stood up and paced. "Well I see what you mean. It would be nice if she was conveniently propped up on a drumset somewhere, continually moaning your name, groping your arse, and asking you to spank her. ...I might be personalizing a bit on that one."
Draco grinned. "Bottom line is.. if it doesn't go well she'll say 'Sorry Malfoy, your penis just isn't a smashing as I hear it is.' Not the greatest outcome."
"Why are you so worried? She isn't the first girl you've slept with... right?" Trenton took a few steps back, as though he were afraid to get virgin vibes on him.
"Of course not. It's just.. oh Gods." Draco's eyes were wide.
"What is it?" Trenton asked, his brow furrowed.
"Why why why why? Why do I care? She's just a girl. No different from any other I've been with, right? So why do I care so much?" Draco was pacing faster now.
"I thought that was obvious?" Trenton sounded bored.
Draco stopped pacing and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Trenton sighed and walked up to Draco, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Abby IS different. She's gorgeous and amusing and playful and smart. And she can certainly ride a broom. Er.. you know what I mean. Just stop thinking of her as just a conquest."
Draco looked at Trenton blankly. "I can't believe.. out of all people.. YOU just told me that."
Trenton laughed and shrugged, removing his hand from Draco's shoulder. "I learned a little from her. Maybe you should too. G'night." Trenton strode over to his bed, kicked his bottom half into the air and bounced onto his bed. Then he slid his curtains closed.
---
Draco's stomach churned as he lie in his bed. Something was rising inside him that he hadn't expected. His thoughts had been on Abby, but they were deliriously mixed thoughts. Draco had changed; maybe not much, but there still was change. Malfoys don't change. They do not develop feelings. They are cold-blooded, and clever; they are skilled and quick in thought or in action. A Malfoy does not fall in love, or grieve when another is hurt or sad. Draco was changing ever so slightly, and he could feel it. He knew who was causing it. This witty, beautiful, goddess of his. She meant nothing. These fantasies, these illusions; they were but ciphers. All they proved was that Draco was getting softer. Draco Malfoy is not soft. Yes, he has feelings. But not for others. Not for those who are not approved of. His father would never approve of Abby for the simplest, yet most intense of reasons; she was in Gryffindor. Malfoys do not associate with such beings as Gryffindors. And a Malfoy never.. never shows sentiment, for it is below them. Draco's father taught him this when he was young. Never love. Never cry.
It was then that Draco came to a conclusion. He hated her. He abhorred her every move; loathed her every breath. He detested Abigail Lynch. He had no choice but.
---
Draco rolled over in his bed. His black silk sheets wrapped around his bare chest giving an effect of smothering. He kicked the sheets off of his body and wrenched the curtains on his four-poster to the side. The room was as dark as it had been at night. According to his watch it was seven o'clock. He dressed and went to brush his teeth. There had been no expression on his face since he'd awoken.
He was a stubborn prick. It was true. But how could Draco Malfoy NOT be, with his upbringing? The corruption went so far back. Farther than he even knew. What he did know was that his father was a bully to him his entire life. Draco had looked up to him even through this. He admired how his father could get what ever he wanted. His father could do what ever he wanted without a worry in the world. Draco idolized him and wanted to be everything his father was. Lucius Malfoy was respected for a long time, without truly deserving it. Draco Malfoy was 15 when his father was taken to Azkaban prison. At the time he had been brainsick and frantic; and he knew he hated Harry Potter with a passion unbeatable by anyone else. Of course, in his moments of mind wandering, Draco would realise that Voldemort had to be pretty ticked off with Harry too. So Draco just figured he was neck and neck with the once-Tom Riddle. Then Draco began living his life without his father. He was astounded by the freedom he had. Draco had always been rather fond of his mother. She had been the only one to show him true care and love. Draco began to wonder what she'd seen in his father. They were so different from one another. She was too good for him, he'd once said aloud to his empty room. He'd cupped his mouth then. How could he ever disrespect his father so? That was when it dawned on him. He did not like his father. His life was exquisite without Lucius there to roughneck him.
But he still had to hate Abby. Draco Malfoy's father was too strong of will to remain in Azkaban. He'd escape. Draco stared to the other side of the Great Hall. Abby looked just about as downtrodden as he. She was moving her fork around in her plate, her light brown hair falling into her face. He hated her.
Trenton looked at Draco, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong with you today, Malady Malfoy?"
Draco looked at him, his eyes pouring out nothingness. "Montague... pass the juice?"
---
Classes were the last thing on Draco's mind. The thought of having to concentrate was sickening him. He felt like closing himself up in his dormitory and relaxing. Or perhaps he'd take a shower. Or a bath. Not a bubble bath. Okay, MAYBE a bubble bath. How does one expect Draco Malfoy to be so prim and flawless if he does not pamper himself once in a while. But he DOESN'T have a rubber ducky named Pwoodler. He doesn't...
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. It was Abby. She noticed the emptiness in his eyes, and the blankness of his face. The way he was looking at her, as if he were only looking THROUGH her. She hated him.
Her perfect hair and perfect face. The way he was being pulled forward by some unknown force. He hated it all. He hated her.
They crashed together, taking possession of the each other's mouths as though they had been starved for years. They were in the dark corridor leading to Potions, but it also branched out to the Slytherin common rooms. They pulled apart for a moment and stared at one another. Draco's eyes, that had been only a few moments before, empty and cruel, were now full of longing. Abby was giving him a smoldering look. She grabbed his hand and whipped him around, pulling him toward his common room. When they got there Draco muttered "Worthy Wizard" and they gained entrance.
Taking no heed of who saw them stride quickly past, they headed towards Draco's room, Abby leading the way. Draco knew she'd been there before, and he knew she had a few ways to get in. She opened the door and no one was inside. Draco followed her in, twisting around to lock the door with an unbreakable spell.
He turned around and faced Abby. In no less than a second their faces were together again. Abby bit at Draco's lower lip, and he reached around her back and pulled her against him. His tongue slid along her lip and she opened her mouth wide enough for it to delve inside her mouth. His hands were now sliding up her untucked shirt, while her own were undoing Draco's tie. He walked her backwards towards his bed, but he tripped and they fell to the ground.
Abby finally spoke to him, a gorgeous grin on her face. "I do believe this is supposed to happen ON the bed rather than on the floor next to it."
Draco smirked at her, pinning her shoulder down. "Clearly you underestimate me. We could do this anywhere. I anticipated that by now you'd have figured that out for yourself."
Abby pouted. "But.. your bed looks so luxurious. And soft. And.. and fluffy."
"FLUFFY?! My bed is not FLUFFY! It is.. downlike. That's all. Feathery if anything!" Draco said half-frantically before regaining his composure.
Abby just grinned and without warning, wrapped her legs around Draco's waist. Getting the idea he picked her up and lied her on his bed, getting on top of her. Their lips were inseperable once more. Abby's tongue was caressing Draco's, giving a soothing effect. She was working his belt buckle as he tried to release her from her hell-forsaken Oxford shirt. Draco was becoming frustrated once more. He'd only opened a few buttons, and there were at least ten more. He groaned in frusteration.
"Do you ADMIRE this shirt at all, Lynch?"
"Hate it," she breathed as she nipped at his lips.
"Smashing," he said as he ripped the shirt off from her shoulder. Abby's breasts were showing through the ripped and exposed areas. She lifted off her back a little so that she could completely rid herself of the complicated shirt.
Draco's mouth enveloped Abby's, his tongue freely sweeping inside her warm mouth. His hands slid down her sides and she arched her back. Draco, understanding her movements all too well, reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand. The black lace in the front loosened noticably and Draco broke the kiss for a moment. He let his fingers trace to Abby's small shoulders and pull the black straps down. He still held onto one of the straps and pulled it away from her body. The lacey cups glided off of her, and Abby watched as Draco's eyes glanced down. Abby's nipples were perfectly hard, yet soft at the same time. Draco let go of her bra and grazed his hand slowly over her right breast and cupped it. They met again in another hungry kiss; biting, licking, and teasing. Abby worked Draco's slacks down the best she could.
"A little help would be most appreciated," she mumbled in between harassing of each other's mouths.
"I hate you, Abby," Draco murmured as he took possession of her mouth again.
Abby bit at his lower lip and tugged. "Words do not even begin to express the feelings I have for you, Malfoy."
Draco quickly kicked off his pants and started in at Abby's jaw.
Abby felt herself sink into his bed as he kissed up her jaw to her ear. Draco kissed and sucked at her left earlobe, then trailed wet kisses down her neck. His hot breath against her neck was making Abby feel more comfortable than she had in a long while.
Draco kissed down her perfect breast, cupping the other and flicking his thumb over her nipple. He took her hard nipple into his mouth, and Abby emitted a moan. Draco licked at the underside tenderly and unexpectedly would take a nip at her nipple. His tongue was god sent, and Abby wanted more. She looked down at him. She'd taken off his tie, his shirt, and his pants, but he was still so very clothed. Then again so was she. As though Draco were reading her mind, his hands slipped up her skirt. He kissed down her stomach as he massaged her thighs. He withdrew his hands from within her skirt and she looked at him, somewhat surprised that he'd stopped.
Draco grinned at her and pulled her skirt down her shapely legs. There was nothing left on her now but lacy black underwear. They weren't skimpy, yet they weren't completely chaste. He flicked his fingers under the fabric on the sides of her hips and pulled the last remaining shred of clothing down her legs as well, before throwing them unceremoniously off the bed behind him. Draco set his eyes upon her. She was his prize, his utterly loathsome love.
Draco parted Abby's thighs simply by trailing his fingers down her inner thigh. Abby had a look of longing in her intensely green eyes. Draco allowed his godly fingers to graze over her sex, before pushing two of them inside of her. Instantly he felt Abby clench around him. Her head was back on her pillow and she let out another moan. Her moans had become the sweetest sound to Draco. Hearing her was arousing him even more. He thrusted his fingers inside of her, feeling her hot wetness. He crooked his finger inside her and she bucked.
"Malfoy.." he heard her moan.. "Gods, I want your t--"
But her words were cut off by a moan initiated by his next action. He'd pulled his fingers from inside her and replaced them with his tongue. He licked her, bit her ever so gently, teased. Abby was in heaven. He truly was an Adonis. His tongue was making her shake. It dipped inside of her, and slid along her. How could she have gone so long without this? His mouth was precious. The muscle inside was giving her pleasure beyond any she'd ever felt. She bucked up again, feeling herself get hotter and hotter as she came into his mouth. He lapped his tongue between her legs before climbing up her body. His gorgeous lips glistened with her juices and he engaged her in a hungry, yet tender, kiss. Abby could taste herself on him and she slid her hands down Draco's naked sides. The flawless skin on his chest was so tight across his muscles. She longed to kiss his body.
Draco was taken by utter surprise. Abby, for such a small framed person was very strong. She'd flipped him over onto his backside. She begain kissing down his chest. She let her tongue dip onto the skin of his abdomen. Draco watched her descend towards his legs. Abby took the waistband of Draco's green boxers between her teeth. Draco groaned as he watched her carefully pull it over his arousal. She pulled them off of him and threw them on the floor.
Abby had the most innocent look on her face as she positioned her head over Draco's penis. Her eyes still on him, she took the head of his manhood into her mouth. Draco groaned automatically at the feeling of her warm mouth on him. He tried not to lean his head back. He wanted to watch Abby as long as he could.
She rubbed her tongue along the underside of the head and Draco moaned loudly, now running his hands through Abby's soft hair. Gently he pushed down on her head and she descended down his hard shaft. She worked more of his erect member into her mouth, tightening her lips around him. She pumped him slowly, but gradually increased her speed, occasionally flicking her tongue snakily over the tip. Draco watched her lick him from the tip to the base, until he threw his head back. Her mouth was so warm.. wet.. soft. Her tongue felt so good on him, and his loud groans were proof. But if she kept going, he'd embarrass himself to the point of early madness.
"Lynch.. you need to quit before it's all.." a groan interrupted him, "over.."
Abby gave a strong lollipop-strength suck, from which Draco grunted, and she laid on his chest. Once his breathing had steadied a bit more, Draco flipped her onto his back. He grinned and kissed her passionately, sliding his tongue along her smooth teeth.
Again he parted her legs with his fingers, as Abby's hands slid down his sides again. He positioned himself so her legs were against his hips. With a look of longing, Draco kissed her, at the same time, pushing himself forward and entering Abby quickly.
Draco groaned into Abby's mouth. She was so hot and tight around him, and he could feel her entire body tighten. His tongue played at her neck and he thrust himself into her. A squeak issued from Abby's beautifully curved lips, followed by a soft moan. Draco's hands were on Abby's hips, but they slowly slid to her arse. He pulled her against him and she let out a moan of pleasure and surprise. She crashed his lips against hers and ground himself into her. The feeling of being completely inside of her had made him feel so much hotter. Abby gripped his back and rocked with him.
Draco's hands were in every perfect place. His thrusts were in rhythm with the movement of her own body. His lips were soft against her neck and Abby could feel his member pulsating inside of her. She grinned and flipped him onto his back again.
Draco was taking by storm at the incredibly erotic site of Abby Lynch straddling him. She ran her hand through her hair and let it trail down her breast and then her stomach. She lifted herself up on his cock. He felt a tug and quickly started to think of something the completele opposite of sexy. He had a hard time doing this. Abby was rocking on top of him and moaning loud enough to wake the entire Slytherin population of Hogwarts. Draco slid his hands down her sides and held onto her hips, thrusting up into her and making her scream out in exaltation. She lifted herself off of his cock entirely and then plunged downward onto it again, causing both of them to yell.
Draco grabbed her and threw her onto her back once more. He pounded into her quickly, feeling their sweat mingling between their sandwiched bodies. Abby could feel her pleasure rising into her stomach. Her eyes were almost half closed as she slid her hands to Draco's arse and pushed him into her more. His mouth was partly open and he occasionally would kiss and lick at Abby's lips. His concentration was set on grinding into her now though.
Thoughts in his head didn't make sense. She was beautiful. She was erotic. She was hot and tight around him. She was amazing. Yet he had to hate her. He had to.
He didn't.
Abby's thoughts were just as mixed. He was perfect. He had absolutely no flaws in anything that he did. He knew how to make her feel like her entire body was on fire. He was throbbing inside of her. His eyes were half-hooded and he was plain sexy. She wanted to hate him. It proved so very difficult.
Abby was clenching and unclenching around him. Her legs were shaking and she threw her head back, squirming beneath him.
"Draco! Oh Gods.. Draco.."
She'd come first, and her moans and the feeling of her orgasm around him made him feel yet another hard tug on his cock. This time it led him to his own ecstasy. Draco groaned loudly as he poured into her, and buried his face in Abby's hair. She smelled sweet; like her own scent as well as both mixtures of their sweat.
"Abby.."
His voice was low and desirable. His breath was completely uneven against her neck and his eyes rolled in his head. He pulled himself out of her slowly and rolled off of her, his chest heaving. Abby quickly pulled him back onto her. Draco's forehead was resting against hers, and their breath mingled between their mouths. Draco closed the gap between them by kissing her tenderly. Abby kissed him back, her hand on his face. She pulled away from his face slowly. The intensity in Draco's eyes was unmatchable. His silvery blonde strands of hair fell in front of his eyes and cradled his flawless face as though it were some sort of halo. He rested his head under her chin and they lied together until sleep claimed them.
---
"I do not often deal with other's personal affairs," a cold voice drawled.
"I know, My Lord. But this won't take much effort. The boy has a weakness. His loyalty to me wavered in a way I'd have never expected. He deserves this. And the girl's parents defied you." The second voice did not match the first with malice, but it's intentions seemed just as cruel.
The first man grinned without the use of his hideous slit of a mouth. Instead the smile reached only his bright red eyes. He was no man.
"Mister Montague, I want you to walk Miss Lynch to her common room. Mister Malfoy. Slytherin common room now. Go." Snape continued shuffling through papers and emitting a sigh. Trenton was almost sure he heard him mutter "How did it come to this.." under his breath.
Trenton smiled at Abby and walked with her out of the room. Draco followed to the door and let out a sigh as they walked in the other direction as him. He shook his head and went to Slytherin's common room.
---
"Have fun in the closet?" Trenton grinned at his feet as he walked.
Abby glared at the side of his rugged face. "Damn you for closing that door."
Trenton looked up, completely apalled. "You TOLD me to! Or do you not remember our discussion before detention tonight?"
Abby couldn't help but grin. "Fine. You win. Thank you, Trent."
"No problem, love," Trenton said putting his arm around her waist.
Abby swatted at his arm. "Stop that."
Trenton pretended to pout for a moment, before a handsome smirk adourned his features. "Was it everything you were hoping for?"
"Treeeeeent, stop that," Abby rolled up her sleeves. Then she pulled at a lock of her black hair. "Do you think I look bad in black?" The look Trenton was giving her made her glare. "Nevermind. I don't want to hear your immoral and depraved opinion."
Trenton grinned wider. "Suit yourself, pet. So about Malfoy.."
"Oh, fine. He was better than I thought he'd be. I thought his ego might have been the biggest thing he had."
"And?"
"I was wrong," Abby said with a smile. "Although.. that I've known for a while now."
Trenton blinked. "Oh? When did you find out that source of information?"
Abby hopped with her hands clasped behind her back. "In his dormitory a while back. And then of course there was the time I saw him in the shower..."
"So you want him.. don't you?" Trenton asked, smiling at his shoes again.
Abby sighed. "When I figure out my thoughts in my own head.. I probably STILL won't tell you." She grinned.
Suddenly someone walked up, going in the opposite direction than Abby and Trenton. It was Pansy Parkinson, and she gave Abby an icy glare. Trenton chuckled as she passed.
"Who was that?" Abby asked.
"Pansy. She's a bit huffy with you. Doesn't like you being the basis of Draco's thoughts." Trenton shook his head. "A bit unhinged that one. She had a relationship with a strand of Draco's hair for all of fourth year." Abby giggled. Trent shook his head again. "It's no laughing matter. The hair was still connected to Draco's head."
Abby laughed. "Sounds like a romance made in heaven. Anyways, Gryffindor Tower isn't too far, and I don't need an usher. You can go back now if you want."
Trenton looked down at her with a sort of sadness in his hooded eyes. "All right. Anything you want me to tell Malfoy?"
Abby sighed. "I don't know. You're a clever manslut. Make something up." She grinned and continued walking towards Gryffindor Tower.
---
"Snape's such a dirty git." Draco had been pacing his dormitory since he'd gotten there. "I could have walked her back."
"Ehh.. you do realise she'd never get to her common room, right?" Trenton was sitting on his own bed looking through his side table's drawer.
"She would have... eventually." Draco smirked.
"What makes you so sure about her, anyways?" Trenton loved to play both sides.
Draco blinked at him. "We were groping in the supply closet. I think that about covers it."
"Real romantic man.." Trenton shook his head. "..I thought I had more condoms than this."
Draco sighed. "You're a real ladies man yourself." Draco went into a horrible imitation of Trenton. "'Heyyyy, Ginny. You wanna..'" Draco clucked and purred and then stared at Trenton. "Is that what you call romance? Besides, who said that I wanted to romance Abby? Who says she even WANTS to be romanced."
Trenton was counting on his fingers. "I swear I had more than this. Heh. Not a problem. I guess it's been a really busy month for me."
Draco threw his arms up in the air. "You're a great help, Montague!"
"Sorry, mate. Well.. you just need to.. get her in a room and shag her senseless or something. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Draco sighed. "It was. But.. things keep getting in the damn way."
"Ehm.. I'm not an expert, but I think those things are actually SUPPOSED to get in the way," Trenton said with a grin.
"Oh shut up, you big TREE." Draco was getting impatient. "Abby's different. I want her to be satisfied. If we end up on a table, desk, rock, or treestump somewhere I want it to be somewhat special. Memorable."
Trenton stood up and paced. "Well I see what you mean. It would be nice if she was conveniently propped up on a drumset somewhere, continually moaning your name, groping your arse, and asking you to spank her. ...I might be personalizing a bit on that one."
Draco grinned. "Bottom line is.. if it doesn't go well she'll say 'Sorry Malfoy, your penis just isn't a smashing as I hear it is.' Not the greatest outcome."
"Why are you so worried? She isn't the first girl you've slept with... right?" Trenton took a few steps back, as though he were afraid to get virgin vibes on him.
"Of course not. It's just.. oh Gods." Draco's eyes were wide.
"What is it?" Trenton asked, his brow furrowed.
"Why why why why? Why do I care? She's just a girl. No different from any other I've been with, right? So why do I care so much?" Draco was pacing faster now.
"I thought that was obvious?" Trenton sounded bored.
Draco stopped pacing and looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Trenton sighed and walked up to Draco, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Abby IS different. She's gorgeous and amusing and playful and smart. And she can certainly ride a broom. Er.. you know what I mean. Just stop thinking of her as just a conquest."
Draco looked at Trenton blankly. "I can't believe.. out of all people.. YOU just told me that."
Trenton laughed and shrugged, removing his hand from Draco's shoulder. "I learned a little from her. Maybe you should too. G'night." Trenton strode over to his bed, kicked his bottom half into the air and bounced onto his bed. Then he slid his curtains closed.
---
Draco's stomach churned as he lie in his bed. Something was rising inside him that he hadn't expected. His thoughts had been on Abby, but they were deliriously mixed thoughts. Draco had changed; maybe not much, but there still was change. Malfoys don't change. They do not develop feelings. They are cold-blooded, and clever; they are skilled and quick in thought or in action. A Malfoy does not fall in love, or grieve when another is hurt or sad. Draco was changing ever so slightly, and he could feel it. He knew who was causing it. This witty, beautiful, goddess of his. She meant nothing. These fantasies, these illusions; they were but ciphers. All they proved was that Draco was getting softer. Draco Malfoy is not soft. Yes, he has feelings. But not for others. Not for those who are not approved of. His father would never approve of Abby for the simplest, yet most intense of reasons; she was in Gryffindor. Malfoys do not associate with such beings as Gryffindors. And a Malfoy never.. never shows sentiment, for it is below them. Draco's father taught him this when he was young. Never love. Never cry.
It was then that Draco came to a conclusion. He hated her. He abhorred her every move; loathed her every breath. He detested Abigail Lynch. He had no choice but.
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Draco rolled over in his bed. His black silk sheets wrapped around his bare chest giving an effect of smothering. He kicked the sheets off of his body and wrenched the curtains on his four-poster to the side. The room was as dark as it had been at night. According to his watch it was seven o'clock. He dressed and went to brush his teeth. There had been no expression on his face since he'd awoken.
He was a stubborn prick. It was true. But how could Draco Malfoy NOT be, with his upbringing? The corruption went so far back. Farther than he even knew. What he did know was that his father was a bully to him his entire life. Draco had looked up to him even through this. He admired how his father could get what ever he wanted. His father could do what ever he wanted without a worry in the world. Draco idolized him and wanted to be everything his father was. Lucius Malfoy was respected for a long time, without truly deserving it. Draco Malfoy was 15 when his father was taken to Azkaban prison. At the time he had been brainsick and frantic; and he knew he hated Harry Potter with a passion unbeatable by anyone else. Of course, in his moments of mind wandering, Draco would realise that Voldemort had to be pretty ticked off with Harry too. So Draco just figured he was neck and neck with the once-Tom Riddle. Then Draco began living his life without his father. He was astounded by the freedom he had. Draco had always been rather fond of his mother. She had been the only one to show him true care and love. Draco began to wonder what she'd seen in his father. They were so different from one another. She was too good for him, he'd once said aloud to his empty room. He'd cupped his mouth then. How could he ever disrespect his father so? That was when it dawned on him. He did not like his father. His life was exquisite without Lucius there to roughneck him.
But he still had to hate Abby. Draco Malfoy's father was too strong of will to remain in Azkaban. He'd escape. Draco stared to the other side of the Great Hall. Abby looked just about as downtrodden as he. She was moving her fork around in her plate, her light brown hair falling into her face. He hated her.
Trenton looked at Draco, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong with you today, Malady Malfoy?"
Draco looked at him, his eyes pouring out nothingness. "Montague... pass the juice?"
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Classes were the last thing on Draco's mind. The thought of having to concentrate was sickening him. He felt like closing himself up in his dormitory and relaxing. Or perhaps he'd take a shower. Or a bath. Not a bubble bath. Okay, MAYBE a bubble bath. How does one expect Draco Malfoy to be so prim and flawless if he does not pamper himself once in a while. But he DOESN'T have a rubber ducky named Pwoodler. He doesn't...
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. It was Abby. She noticed the emptiness in his eyes, and the blankness of his face. The way he was looking at her, as if he were only looking THROUGH her. She hated him.
Her perfect hair and perfect face. The way he was being pulled forward by some unknown force. He hated it all. He hated her.
They crashed together, taking possession of the each other's mouths as though they had been starved for years. They were in the dark corridor leading to Potions, but it also branched out to the Slytherin common rooms. They pulled apart for a moment and stared at one another. Draco's eyes, that had been only a few moments before, empty and cruel, were now full of longing. Abby was giving him a smoldering look. She grabbed his hand and whipped him around, pulling him toward his common room. When they got there Draco muttered "Worthy Wizard" and they gained entrance.
Taking no heed of who saw them stride quickly past, they headed towards Draco's room, Abby leading the way. Draco knew she'd been there before, and he knew she had a few ways to get in. She opened the door and no one was inside. Draco followed her in, twisting around to lock the door with an unbreakable spell.
He turned around and faced Abby. In no less than a second their faces were together again. Abby bit at Draco's lower lip, and he reached around her back and pulled her against him. His tongue slid along her lip and she opened her mouth wide enough for it to delve inside her mouth. His hands were now sliding up her untucked shirt, while her own were undoing Draco's tie. He walked her backwards towards his bed, but he tripped and they fell to the ground.
Abby finally spoke to him, a gorgeous grin on her face. "I do believe this is supposed to happen ON the bed rather than on the floor next to it."
Draco smirked at her, pinning her shoulder down. "Clearly you underestimate me. We could do this anywhere. I anticipated that by now you'd have figured that out for yourself."
Abby pouted. "But.. your bed looks so luxurious. And soft. And.. and fluffy."
"FLUFFY?! My bed is not FLUFFY! It is.. downlike. That's all. Feathery if anything!" Draco said half-frantically before regaining his composure.
Abby just grinned and without warning, wrapped her legs around Draco's waist. Getting the idea he picked her up and lied her on his bed, getting on top of her. Their lips were inseperable once more. Abby's tongue was caressing Draco's, giving a soothing effect. She was working his belt buckle as he tried to release her from her hell-forsaken Oxford shirt. Draco was becoming frustrated once more. He'd only opened a few buttons, and there were at least ten more. He groaned in frusteration.
"Do you ADMIRE this shirt at all, Lynch?"
"Hate it," she breathed as she nipped at his lips.
"Smashing," he said as he ripped the shirt off from her shoulder. Abby's breasts were showing through the ripped and exposed areas. She lifted off her back a little so that she could completely rid herself of the complicated shirt.
Draco's mouth enveloped Abby's, his tongue freely sweeping inside her warm mouth. His hands slid down her sides and she arched her back. Draco, understanding her movements all too well, reached behind her and unclasped her bra with one hand. The black lace in the front loosened noticably and Draco broke the kiss for a moment. He let his fingers trace to Abby's small shoulders and pull the black straps down. He still held onto one of the straps and pulled it away from her body. The lacey cups glided off of her, and Abby watched as Draco's eyes glanced down. Abby's nipples were perfectly hard, yet soft at the same time. Draco let go of her bra and grazed his hand slowly over her right breast and cupped it. They met again in another hungry kiss; biting, licking, and teasing. Abby worked Draco's slacks down the best she could.
"A little help would be most appreciated," she mumbled in between harassing of each other's mouths.
"I hate you, Abby," Draco murmured as he took possession of her mouth again.
Abby bit at his lower lip and tugged. "Words do not even begin to express the feelings I have for you, Malfoy."
Draco quickly kicked off his pants and started in at Abby's jaw.
Abby felt herself sink into his bed as he kissed up her jaw to her ear. Draco kissed and sucked at her left earlobe, then trailed wet kisses down her neck. His hot breath against her neck was making Abby feel more comfortable than she had in a long while.
Draco kissed down her perfect breast, cupping the other and flicking his thumb over her nipple. He took her hard nipple into his mouth, and Abby emitted a moan. Draco licked at the underside tenderly and unexpectedly would take a nip at her nipple. His tongue was god sent, and Abby wanted more. She looked down at him. She'd taken off his tie, his shirt, and his pants, but he was still so very clothed. Then again so was she. As though Draco were reading her mind, his hands slipped up her skirt. He kissed down her stomach as he massaged her thighs. He withdrew his hands from within her skirt and she looked at him, somewhat surprised that he'd stopped.
Draco grinned at her and pulled her skirt down her shapely legs. There was nothing left on her now but lacy black underwear. They weren't skimpy, yet they weren't completely chaste. He flicked his fingers under the fabric on the sides of her hips and pulled the last remaining shred of clothing down her legs as well, before throwing them unceremoniously off the bed behind him. Draco set his eyes upon her. She was his prize, his utterly loathsome love.
Draco parted Abby's thighs simply by trailing his fingers down her inner thigh. Abby had a look of longing in her intensely green eyes. Draco allowed his godly fingers to graze over her sex, before pushing two of them inside of her. Instantly he felt Abby clench around him. Her head was back on her pillow and she let out another moan. Her moans had become the sweetest sound to Draco. Hearing her was arousing him even more. He thrusted his fingers inside of her, feeling her hot wetness. He crooked his finger inside her and she bucked.
"Malfoy.." he heard her moan.. "Gods, I want your t--"
But her words were cut off by a moan initiated by his next action. He'd pulled his fingers from inside her and replaced them with his tongue. He licked her, bit her ever so gently, teased. Abby was in heaven. He truly was an Adonis. His tongue was making her shake. It dipped inside of her, and slid along her. How could she have gone so long without this? His mouth was precious. The muscle inside was giving her pleasure beyond any she'd ever felt. She bucked up again, feeling herself get hotter and hotter as she came into his mouth. He lapped his tongue between her legs before climbing up her body. His gorgeous lips glistened with her juices and he engaged her in a hungry, yet tender, kiss. Abby could taste herself on him and she slid her hands down Draco's naked sides. The flawless skin on his chest was so tight across his muscles. She longed to kiss his body.
Draco was taken by utter surprise. Abby, for such a small framed person was very strong. She'd flipped him over onto his backside. She begain kissing down his chest. She let her tongue dip onto the skin of his abdomen. Draco watched her descend towards his legs. Abby took the waistband of Draco's green boxers between her teeth. Draco groaned as he watched her carefully pull it over his arousal. She pulled them off of him and threw them on the floor.
Abby had the most innocent look on her face as she positioned her head over Draco's penis. Her eyes still on him, she took the head of his manhood into her mouth. Draco groaned automatically at the feeling of her warm mouth on him. He tried not to lean his head back. He wanted to watch Abby as long as he could.
She rubbed her tongue along the underside of the head and Draco moaned loudly, now running his hands through Abby's soft hair. Gently he pushed down on her head and she descended down his hard shaft. She worked more of his erect member into her mouth, tightening her lips around him. She pumped him slowly, but gradually increased her speed, occasionally flicking her tongue snakily over the tip. Draco watched her lick him from the tip to the base, until he threw his head back. Her mouth was so warm.. wet.. soft. Her tongue felt so good on him, and his loud groans were proof. But if she kept going, he'd embarrass himself to the point of early madness.
"Lynch.. you need to quit before it's all.." a groan interrupted him, "over.."
Abby gave a strong lollipop-strength suck, from which Draco grunted, and she laid on his chest. Once his breathing had steadied a bit more, Draco flipped her onto his back. He grinned and kissed her passionately, sliding his tongue along her smooth teeth.
Again he parted her legs with his fingers, as Abby's hands slid down his sides again. He positioned himself so her legs were against his hips. With a look of longing, Draco kissed her, at the same time, pushing himself forward and entering Abby quickly.
Draco groaned into Abby's mouth. She was so hot and tight around him, and he could feel her entire body tighten. His tongue played at her neck and he thrust himself into her. A squeak issued from Abby's beautifully curved lips, followed by a soft moan. Draco's hands were on Abby's hips, but they slowly slid to her arse. He pulled her against him and she let out a moan of pleasure and surprise. She crashed his lips against hers and ground himself into her. The feeling of being completely inside of her had made him feel so much hotter. Abby gripped his back and rocked with him.
Draco's hands were in every perfect place. His thrusts were in rhythm with the movement of her own body. His lips were soft against her neck and Abby could feel his member pulsating inside of her. She grinned and flipped him onto his back again.
Draco was taking by storm at the incredibly erotic site of Abby Lynch straddling him. She ran her hand through her hair and let it trail down her breast and then her stomach. She lifted herself up on his cock. He felt a tug and quickly started to think of something the completele opposite of sexy. He had a hard time doing this. Abby was rocking on top of him and moaning loud enough to wake the entire Slytherin population of Hogwarts. Draco slid his hands down her sides and held onto her hips, thrusting up into her and making her scream out in exaltation. She lifted herself off of his cock entirely and then plunged downward onto it again, causing both of them to yell.
Draco grabbed her and threw her onto her back once more. He pounded into her quickly, feeling their sweat mingling between their sandwiched bodies. Abby could feel her pleasure rising into her stomach. Her eyes were almost half closed as she slid her hands to Draco's arse and pushed him into her more. His mouth was partly open and he occasionally would kiss and lick at Abby's lips. His concentration was set on grinding into her now though.
Thoughts in his head didn't make sense. She was beautiful. She was erotic. She was hot and tight around him. She was amazing. Yet he had to hate her. He had to.
He didn't.
Abby's thoughts were just as mixed. He was perfect. He had absolutely no flaws in anything that he did. He knew how to make her feel like her entire body was on fire. He was throbbing inside of her. His eyes were half-hooded and he was plain sexy. She wanted to hate him. It proved so very difficult.
Abby was clenching and unclenching around him. Her legs were shaking and she threw her head back, squirming beneath him.
"Draco! Oh Gods.. Draco.."
She'd come first, and her moans and the feeling of her orgasm around him made him feel yet another hard tug on his cock. This time it led him to his own ecstasy. Draco groaned loudly as he poured into her, and buried his face in Abby's hair. She smelled sweet; like her own scent as well as both mixtures of their sweat.
"Abby.."
His voice was low and desirable. His breath was completely uneven against her neck and his eyes rolled in his head. He pulled himself out of her slowly and rolled off of her, his chest heaving. Abby quickly pulled him back onto her. Draco's forehead was resting against hers, and their breath mingled between their mouths. Draco closed the gap between them by kissing her tenderly. Abby kissed him back, her hand on his face. She pulled away from his face slowly. The intensity in Draco's eyes was unmatchable. His silvery blonde strands of hair fell in front of his eyes and cradled his flawless face as though it were some sort of halo. He rested his head under her chin and they lied together until sleep claimed them.
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"I do not often deal with other's personal affairs," a cold voice drawled.
"I know, My Lord. But this won't take much effort. The boy has a weakness. His loyalty to me wavered in a way I'd have never expected. He deserves this. And the girl's parents defied you." The second voice did not match the first with malice, but it's intentions seemed just as cruel.
The first man grinned without the use of his hideous slit of a mouth. Instead the smile reached only his bright red eyes. He was no man.