Possession
By Cassandra Sisenta
A/N: Thank you for the reviews!! I do not know what you like in all this but really, I am flattered! *cries in all her happiness* Now, don't forget to review again!!
Disclaimer: Ginny: **walks in with the same disgruntled look Draco had in the last chapter** Draco says he owns me, but I say otherwise and so does the author when she swears that she doesn't own the two of us.
She lay under dark green silver sheets, naked from head to toe. Her petite, yet curvy body was framed and carved by the waning moonlight that streamed in from the opened window. Her river of rich, red hair fell liquid, curled and abandoned against the like-wise silk-covered pillow that lay casually under her head. The elfin quality of her features seemed to glow along with the declining of the moon in wait of the impending dawn.
She was his.
This beautiful and enchanting creature was all his.
But no one else knew except those who had been keen enough and mattered.
They were worlds apart in the light.
She was an angel, pure and praised and raised to the highest pedestal above.
He was a demon, evil and hated and banished to the dark dungeons he now ruled.
But in the dark, they were one and the same.
Wandering, wanting, lustful beings who found each other in a game of desires and darkness.
She came when her need called and he was always there to catch her in his arms in a dark and secluded place where they could be together, undisturbed and free.
It was only his touch that could satisfy her and it was her purity that seduced him.
He was her Master and she his Slave, but only in the most secret of places.
In the light, he was supposed to hate her and hurt her when time and fate presented itself. He was the Big Bad and he was supposed to be everything she loathed.
Meanwhile, she was supposed to hate him from behind the protection of her three champions. She, their Damsel in Distress and Princess in the Tower.
How he hated the light.
In the light he was forced to watch her move day after day with her duties. Smile sunnily, comfortingly. Be polite and kind. Hate him with a passion that rivaled love itself. Be the shy, gentle, and mild Little Princess that she was thought of to be.
He hated watching her accept everything in stride, smile in all happiness when she was not, and pretend to still pine away for the man that she thought she loved.
No.
The light killed all her fire.
The fire that attracted him.
The fire that his darkness needed.
She had burned him and he found himself coming back for more.
Did he love her?
Most certainly not…
She told him with her kisses that she needed him. She came back to him over and over again.
She played his game with no questions, promises, or foresight.
She was his and he had the right to have all of her.
He was her Master and there was no turning back.
She stirred and she was awake, piercing him with her golden-brown gaze. She reached for him, pale pink skin gleaming on her outstretched arm.
She whispered his name.
"Draco."
She needed him again.
And she was his.
No one else's.