Title: Love's Fool
Author: Calex
Spoilers: None. I have not included the events of OotP since I'm going neutral way, here. Harry doesn't play a big part in this series. Some other characters might pop up, but not in this chapter.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own no one in my little series. All goes to Ms. J.K. Rowling, hail and worship unto her. I own nada, zip, non. Which is a damn shame. I'm just scrounging off her brilliance. The story and whatever plot there is is mine, though. All of it, mine.
Note: third edition in my little series. Shouldn't go on for more that four or five. Possibly six. But only at the most. No, there will not be more because I am completely dry with the ideas. Gone. Caput. I've briefly outlined the story in my head and it is complete. Any questions, come to me. I will not write another chapter just to explain some factoids. Otherwise, use your imaginations. That's the fun of it, isn't it?
In Regrets: Draco's being visited by little green monster called jealousy whenever he sees Zabini with his girl, Gin. He thinks he's depressed, seeks cold comfort and realises that he's lost his Ultimate High.
The song used is What You Are by Audioslave. Breaking from the Stacie Orrico train, here.
Love's Fool
And when you wanted me
I came to you
And when you wanted someone else
I withdrew
And when you asked for light
I set myself on fire
And if I go far away I know
You'll find another slave
He watched her watching him. Or pretending not to. He watched him watching her with him. Merlin's beard, it was difficult. He'd gotten Ginny. After Draco, the bloody idiot, had ended thing with her, he had swept up the pieces, made her feel wanted. Irresistible. How could she not know that? To hell with the fact that she was a Weasley! To hell with the fact that she was dirt poor! Virginia Weasley was the most exquisite thing he had ever seen. Ever touched. Ever tasted. Ever had. She drove him insane, she drove him to the brink without trying. She infiltrated his thoughts every waking minute, every waking hour.
She was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, the most passionate, the most responsive. She with her hair of fire, skin of rose tinted ivory. She with her big blue eyes and generously full mouth. She with her lush curves and silk skin. She. Was it any wonder why Draco wanted her, why he wanted her? He would do anything for her. She intoxicated him, her pureness made him crave her, as if she could soothe the darkness in him. He loved her.
Blaise laughed suddenly, bleakly as the realisation hit him. Oh bloody hell, he loved her.
Cause now I'm free from what you want
Now I'm free from what you need
Now I'm free from what you are
She was a sire. She had made him love her, he who never loved. She had done that and that made him afraid, oh so afraid. What was he going t do with love? Lust he expected and craved, caring he could handle, but love? Why? But he had no fear of that. Whatever se might say, she was still hung up on that git. However many times they were together, no matter how great the sex, it was never him. Never Blaise Zabini, Slytherin prefect and Ginny Weasley's saviour. Always Draco Malfoy, 7th year Slytherin and profligate rake. The 'good time boy' with his drinking, drugging and sexing. He had her love and he threw it away. Still had it and was blind, going around with everything in a skirt. Everything, of course, except Ginny.
He was free, he didn't have to love her, she didn't need for him to. To hell with what he felt, right? He felt the insane urge to laugh. Laugh uncontrollably. His eyes were wile. Ginny saw the look and placed a hand lightly on his own on the table. One of their nightly forays into the library to pretend to study and neck and have sex one of the private study rooms. The very room she and Draco used to have sex in. Oh, he knew about it, wasn't blind. Wasn't in Slytherin for nothing. He wondered if she thought about Draco while they were having sex. Couldn't think about that, don't think about that.
"Are you okay?"
Spoken with such concern. Such concern for a man she didn't even love. He had the urge to laugh again, so he clamped down on it. Smiled at her.
"I'm fine."
And when you wanted blood
I cut my veins
And when you wanted love
I bled myself again
Now that I've had my fill of you
I'll give you forever
And here I go far away
I know you'll find another slave
"Are you sure?"
Concern, such beautiful concern. Everything about her was beautiful. Beautiful colours, all her emotions, were. She was pastels, he was dark and sombre. But some of her pastel shades had darkened. His job. And Draco's. What colour was concern? Was it yellow or blue? Blue like her eyes? They were dark. He smiled faintly.
"Sure, I'm sure."
She smiled, then. God, her smile was beautiful. Red and gold. Her smile was red and gold. Gryffindor colours, bright like the sun. Like a sunrise, the sudden beauty in an otherwise bleak sky. She leaned forward, kissed him softly on the lips. Gently, so very gently her lips brushed against his. Bolder, she was so much bolder now. She uses to be so shy, but she was over that little thing, now. She initiated touch instead of waiting for it. He cupped the back of her head, slowly deepening the kiss by degrees. When his tongue probed gently at her mouth, she opened it without complain, without further encouragement. He tasted her, tasted the ambrosia that was her mouth and her tongue went to play with his.
They sat like that for the longest of time, leaned into each other, her hands on his shoulders, one of his around her waist, the other cupping her head. Their tongues duelled lazily, each tasting, savouring. Senses dulled and all that mattered was touch, the thundering of their hearts, the gradual arousal.
She broke the kiss, first. Stood up, held out her hand to his. While he looked up to her, he couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked. His goddess with tumble of red-gold hair, flushed cheeks, eyes darkened with passion and mouth swollen with drugging kisses.
"Come."
He took the proffered hand without a word, eyes locked with hers. They made their way to a study room, eyes never off of each other. The air crackling with electricity. Eyes were drawn to the two, but both were oblivious. Even so, the eyes gradually turned back to what they were doing, after sighs from the girls and shakes of the head from the guys.
Cause now I'm free from
What you want
Now I'm free from what you need
Now I'm free from what you are.
They entered the room and he placed a locking and silencing charm before he joined her in the middle. She went to him, slid her hands up his arms, twining her fingers at the nape of his neck, eyes never breaking from his. His hands went slowly to her hips. They stood like hat, staring, then she tilted her head and he lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that quickly became wilder than the first. Needs rose, no quiet seduction this time. It had to be now.
He needed to feel her skin on his, needed to see her. He unfastened her robe and her shirt with an urgency that he'd never felt before. She did the same with his until they were both shirtless. He crushed her body to his, groaning at the feel of her, silky and smooth, against him. Fusing his mouth to hers, he lifted her and dropped her on a table. He stepped between her legs and spread her legs apart.
While his mouth ravaged hers, his hands roved over her body, her breasts, stomach, knees. She was moaning into his mouth, arching into his touch. So fast, so out of control. It was like a flame that had blown into a full fledged blazing inferno. Who was she thinking about?
Stop it! He ordered himself. No more of that. No more of anything but them, but now. No more. Just them, it was just the two of them. Only this, only lust, only now and only them.
Then a vision came to me
When you came along
I gave you everything
But you always wanted more
Hands on her knees, slowly inching up. So slowly, ever so slowly going up and up her skirt. Her hands were roaming over his body, now. More, she always wanted more. Hadn't he given her enough? A voice drifting over his subconscious. Stop it! Stop. Only her.
When his fingers reached their destination, he thanked whatever God there was out there. She was going commando and that thought nearly brought him over the edge.
He forced himself calm as he leaned down, pushing her skirts up to her waist. Placed a kiss on a smooth, pale thigh and she arched her body.
"Say my name."
Her eyes opened, cloudy and unseeing. She blinked.
"Wha… what?"
"I want you to scream my name when I'm inside you."
He gave no warning, thrusting into her deeply. And when he did, she screamed. And he wished she hadn't. Because it wasn't his name that she was screaming. It was Draco's.
There you go. The end of chapter 3. Definitely the hottest of my fics, definitely hotter and more graphical than first planned. But hey. *Wipes brow*. Whoa. Didn't know I had it in me.
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