A/N: I think I've had my satisfying number of reviews to continue. [rolls
eyes]
b I repeat, this fanfic writing is new to me. If the paragraphs are completely jumbled and not spaced correctly, forgive me. Okay, loves? Thanks again to you lovely reviewers. If you're reading any of my other stories, they're on hold. uI'm debating on ripping out "Eve of Destruction" for countless reasons./u However, "April Rain" will continue to live on =] So here's chapter seven, in all its glory. u This story might get the plug too, if it is not saved by lovely reviewers like you. /u
On a happier note, here is the seventh chapter.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter Characters=JK's.
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Rianne looked over Draco's shoulder and in her hand. It was his ring.
"How do you know about my father?" She i prayed/i for anyone to come down the corridor.
Draco laughed nervously to her hair. "You don't know do you?" He took her hand in his. "You ever wonder, Rianne, why every time you're near Potter," He traced his finger over the heart with the threatening thirteen. "This hurts?" He allowed his lips to graze over hers.
Rianne bit her lip and turned her face away from Draco's.
"You were given that mark the minute you were born," He kissed the side of her jaw. "You were the thirteenth daughter, the only one who survived when came the massacre of the Death Eaters." Draco could hear Rianne's heartbeat over her laborious breathing. "My lord thought it best if he had hidden you with a muggle family."
"You're lying," Her eyes prickled with tears. Draco pulled her closer to him.
"And you're muggle mother gave you a name when she found you on her doorstep,"
"Stop it."
"You're name's Laurant. Your mother gave it to you before she died."
"/i"
Draco put hit finger to her chin and lifted her tear-stained face up to look at him. He dedicated another kiss to her lips, and let out a whimper when he felt her kiss back. "Don't you see, love," He whispered. "My love would only make you queen." He smirked before adding,
"Potter would only destroy you."
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"Rianne, where did you go?" Hermione looked at Laurant's face. "Are you alright?"
Laurant didn't answer. She picked up her books and dropped a note in Hermione's lap before heading back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione looked incredulously at Ron before unfolding the note. She raised her eyebrows and her blood turned cold with fear. It had to be a joke... But she looked incredibly upset over something.
The note explained everything, in a short, chopped sentence, paragraph. There was one quote of humor, at the end:
i ""P.S. Fuck the ball." /i
Hermione's lip quivered. i It can't be true, its just some joke, right? /i
"What? What is it?" Ron asked. Harry took the note, and wasn't surprised when Hermione slapped his hand away.
"It's for you to know and me to find out." She said shakily. Ron raised his finger.
"Hermione, don't you mean-"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione stormed off with books in hand.
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Laurant walked to the middle of the Gryffindor common room when her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, letting out strangled sobs.
Somehow she i knew./i She was, even now, refusing to accept it. The man she was supposed to hate and fear most was her i father/i. Laurant heard Hermione walk in and sit beside her.
"Rianne, are you alright?"
Laurant raised her head. "Do I look fucking /i Oh, and it isn't Rianne, it's /i." She wiped her eyes when in the same breath, Harry and Ron bustled in.
Hermione's eyes widened when she saw the note in Harry's hand. She bit her cheek when she realized he dug through the trash to retrieve it.
Harry pointed his finger at Laurant. "If you think this is some great joke, you have another thing coming."
"Harry, leave her alone." Hermione said softly. She asked her self again if it i was/i a joke.
Harry's face was red with anger. "Hermione, you think this" He held up the crinkled note that bore Laurant's writing. "Is real? You think it's the damn truth?"
Laurant's arm felt like it had its skin shaven off. She looked up at Harry. "It is the truth," She said hoarsely. "You wouldn't believe it to save your life, I know."
Harry swallowed hard. "Well, /i, why don't you go run on to your savior Malfoy and cry your ass off to him?"
"Harry, stop" Hermione was appalled to see Harry acting like this.
"Hermione, would you shut your damn mouth? Have you ever realized that Malfoy comes on to her every minute of her damn life? And she doesn't ward him off?" Hermione looked at the ground. "So why did you come to me, Laurant?" Harry's arms dropped to his sides, the paper giving an inveighed crinkle. "When you had a guy like Malfoy, i why the fuck did you come to me/i?"
Laurant could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her. She heard a scratching noise nearby.
"Oh my God," Ron said weakly.
On the wood of the wall, words were carved by what looked like a moving diseased fingernail. The walls bled with a dark substance as the sentence presented itself.
"The heir of Voldemort will avenge her father. All of His will prevail when the boy is dead."
When the proclamation was finished being written, the glass of the window near the sofa shattered and what looked like a black blanket flew in. Its gleaming red eyes lit up as it opened his mouth to reveal deadly fangs.
It flew straight for Harry.
"No!" Laurant screamed, and jumped in front of Harry. The phantom stopped abruptly, screamed a shrill, ear-piercing scream and dissolved into a deep purple mist.
Laurant turned around to find the three of them, looking at her in horror. Harry brought out his wand, following by Ron and Hermione stepping back.
"You're out to destroy me. /i why you..." He shook his head and raised his wand.
"Harry," Ron said, whining.
"Quiet, Ron." Laurant stared at the tip of his wand, and closed her eyes.
Hermione screamed as Harry's wand burst in to flames, and he dropped it to the ground. It wasn't damaged at all, but a burn slowly appeared on his palm. It started to take the shape of a snake.
Despite all what was happening, Laurant fell back and sat on the big armchair behind her, and put her face in her hands.
"Harry," Hermione said in a small voice. "It isn't as if she can help it. She didn't know until Malfoy told her. And that," She pointed to the proclamation that started to fade and disappear. "Is proof that this isn't some kind of cruel joke."
i If I live through Christmas, buy Hermione a big present. /i Laurant thought.
"How do we know that, Hermione? She could just be leading us on."
"Think about it Harry, she doesn't have the face of a mass criminal." She paused. "She may not even look like... You Know Who."
Laurant lifted her face from her hands. "Father or not, Harry, I was brought up knowing what he did to innocents... to your mom and dad." She stood up. "I would never do anything to you. If you're going to kill me, make it quick and painless. And if I don't get to, if you do meet him, kick his ass for me."
i That was pretty good acting if it was. /i Harry looked at the fading love bite Draco gave her. He exhaled through his nose. "I don't trust you," He half-lied.
Laurant shrugged. "Who would?"
The bell rang declaring that supper was ready.
None of them moved at first, but the eventually shuffled down to the Great Hall in silence.
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They ate in silence, too.
To Laurant's surprise, Draco went on as if nothing had happened.
A girl with bright blonde hair and large breasts came by and smiled. Harry looked up at her.
"Ashley!" He said, almost breathlessly.
"Harry, rumor has it you're not taking me to the ball anymore." Her voice was high and preppy. Laurant almost choked on her own spit, it annoyed her so much.
This caught Draco's attention.
Hermione, Ron and Harry seemed to look at Laurant at the same time.
Harry scratched his head. i "Fuck the prom." /i "I don't know what you heard, but I'm still taking you." Harry heard Laurant drop her fork on her plate.
Draco felt his heart return to its normal pace.
Hermione's eyes widened and Ron shook his head. Laurant started laughing.
"Wow, you throw a ball and everything gets fucked up." She thought of Draco, and remembered him and Harry pinning her against a wall, any wall. It was like some unhealthy obsession they had.
Ashley planted a quick kiss on Harry's lips and skipped away. Laurant imagined her being shot to death with a bazooka. This made her smile.
Harry put himself in a very uncomfortable situation with Hermione gaping at him, Ron ignoring him, and Laurant ready to rip someone's head off with that sinful smile of hers; thinking that was made him fall for her.
Laurant looked over and found two girls draped over Draco like he was some kind of god. He acted as though they weren't there and continued on with his story to Crabbe and Goyle.
Laurant formed a steady plan in her head.
i "Write such pretty words, but life isn't a story book. Love is only an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt. /i
Laurant sang softly as she gazed out the rain-patterned window. Raindrops raced each other to the bottom of the pane. It was almost time for her to go out there and find out her past. Perhaps conquer it.
She slid off her bed and felt her bare feet hit the wooden floor. The little white lines on her plaid pajama pants glowed as they touched the moonlight. She looked at her watch. Draco should be there by now. Double- checking Hermione was asleep, Laurant snuck out the door.
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Laurant stood under the roof of the gazebo off the side of the school. Draco hadn't arrived. She hoped he didn't fall asleep.
She sighed in relief as she saw a patch of blonde hair walk towards where she was.
Draco stood before her. "I wish we had a much more comfortable place to do this, but..." He leaned forward, but came to a halt when he saw the look on Laurant's face. She sat down on the bench against the wall.
"Don't, Draco, just /i" She crossed her arms as Draco sat next to her. "Tell me anything else you know about... my father."
"We're not here to-"
"No."
Draco shifted a bit. "I told you everything I knew." He brought out a flat glass bottle, uncorked it, and downed half of it. Laurant stared at him, and shivered. He wrapped his arm around her, and to hers, and his astonishment, she didn't struggle, but put her head on his shoulder.
This actually might work, she thought.
He offered her the bottle and she took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat like thin honey.
"Harry knows," She said against his red sweatshirt. She felt him tighten.
"How?!"
"I don't know," She lied through her teeth. "Am I my father's only weakness?"
"He's been weakened by Dumbledore's army." Draco said like his mouth was filled with a bad taste. "You're the strongest thing he has left, and only Potter knows it." He took another gulp of his dark liquid. The rain pelted against the white roof like a thousand rocks.
"I convinced him I wasn't dangerous," Her hopes were so high that this would work.
"That's my girl." He buried his face in her hair. He couldn't get enough of her sweet scent.
"He's living through me?" She felt Draco nod. She silently hoped Hermione didn't wake up to find her gone.
She had everything she needed to know, but she didn't think she'd get this far. It was midnight, Draco had her alone, and brushing him away would be more difficult now that classes and other people weren't there to interrupt them.
Laurant reached into her pocket and brought out the ring Draco gave her. It was silver snake formed into a circle, facing its tail. The eye of it was a small red ruby. She took his hand and gave it to him; he looked down from her shoulder and saw what she gave him.
"It's yours," He said. Laurant shook her head.
"I don't want it," She stood up, but Draco wasn't ready to let her leave. He gently grabbed her hand. Laurant looked into his eyes. They were empty of all feeling except of one.
He was hurt.
Laurant kept from laughing maniacally. Draco Malfoy, hurt by a girl. She wanted to treasure that very moment. She strongly tried to push the feeling of pity away. It was a silent battle as she stood there looking down at the man who worshipped her.
"Draco, if you only do this to get on the good side of my father, you're wasting you're time." She finally spoke. He swallowed.
"I don't,"
Pity won.
He tugged on her hand and placed her in his lap. He whispered, so only she could hear him over the rain, "I'd give up forever if it meant you were mine,"
Laurant's insides melted. i Such a sucker for a sweet talker. /i
Draco looked into her gray orbs with his blue ones. He kept his eyes open as her lips met his. He closed the space between them when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hand on her thigh and his other hand to the back of her head.
Above them, lightning lit up the sky in a bright blue light.
His hand that was on her thigh slid up and unzipped her jeans she threw on to go outside. Laurant arched up against him like a well fed cat. His hand crawled under the lacy underwear and he slipped his finger in. She gasped under his lips.
Outside the rain blew in and unleashed its watery fury.
Draco's hand didn't leave her pelvis as she leaned back to let him kiss her neck. She drove him mad with the sexy sounds she made and he tried to consume her with his mouth.
He removed his hand to undo his own jeans. He pushed her back so that she lay on the bench. Before Laurant could begin to understand what was going on, he entered her and she widened her eyes in surprise. Her first reaction was to push him away, but she desisted as he moved slowly within her.
She pulled him down for a hot kiss, her tongue interacting with his as he moved faster. Her cries outweighed the thunder that followed the lightning. Draco groaned when she wrapped her legs around him.
He slowed to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He backed out of her, his eyes glazed over with lust. He kissed her abdomen and redid her jeans as well as his own.
Laurant looked up at him and touched his hair. He gave her a climactic kiss before collapsing atop her.
He listened to her heart beat and kissed her hand. He sat up and pulled her against his chest. His arms were around her, covering her small body. He took the silver ring and put it on her middle finger. It was too big. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
She fell asleep to the roll of thunder, and the sound of Draco's steady heartbeat.
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A/N: I don't own that one song by Bright Eyes. [sighs] I apologize if the mini-sex scene bothered you. [laughs] You know what to do.
b I repeat, this fanfic writing is new to me. If the paragraphs are completely jumbled and not spaced correctly, forgive me. Okay, loves? Thanks again to you lovely reviewers. If you're reading any of my other stories, they're on hold. uI'm debating on ripping out "Eve of Destruction" for countless reasons./u However, "April Rain" will continue to live on =] So here's chapter seven, in all its glory. u This story might get the plug too, if it is not saved by lovely reviewers like you. /u
On a happier note, here is the seventh chapter.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter Characters=JK's.
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Rianne looked over Draco's shoulder and in her hand. It was his ring.
"How do you know about my father?" She i prayed/i for anyone to come down the corridor.
Draco laughed nervously to her hair. "You don't know do you?" He took her hand in his. "You ever wonder, Rianne, why every time you're near Potter," He traced his finger over the heart with the threatening thirteen. "This hurts?" He allowed his lips to graze over hers.
Rianne bit her lip and turned her face away from Draco's.
"You were given that mark the minute you were born," He kissed the side of her jaw. "You were the thirteenth daughter, the only one who survived when came the massacre of the Death Eaters." Draco could hear Rianne's heartbeat over her laborious breathing. "My lord thought it best if he had hidden you with a muggle family."
"You're lying," Her eyes prickled with tears. Draco pulled her closer to him.
"And you're muggle mother gave you a name when she found you on her doorstep,"
"Stop it."
"You're name's Laurant. Your mother gave it to you before she died."
"/i"
Draco put hit finger to her chin and lifted her tear-stained face up to look at him. He dedicated another kiss to her lips, and let out a whimper when he felt her kiss back. "Don't you see, love," He whispered. "My love would only make you queen." He smirked before adding,
"Potter would only destroy you."
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"Rianne, where did you go?" Hermione looked at Laurant's face. "Are you alright?"
Laurant didn't answer. She picked up her books and dropped a note in Hermione's lap before heading back to Gryffindor tower.
Hermione looked incredulously at Ron before unfolding the note. She raised her eyebrows and her blood turned cold with fear. It had to be a joke... But she looked incredibly upset over something.
The note explained everything, in a short, chopped sentence, paragraph. There was one quote of humor, at the end:
i ""P.S. Fuck the ball." /i
Hermione's lip quivered. i It can't be true, its just some joke, right? /i
"What? What is it?" Ron asked. Harry took the note, and wasn't surprised when Hermione slapped his hand away.
"It's for you to know and me to find out." She said shakily. Ron raised his finger.
"Hermione, don't you mean-"
"SHUT UP!" Hermione stormed off with books in hand.
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Laurant walked to the middle of the Gryffindor common room when her legs gave way and she fell to the ground, letting out strangled sobs.
Somehow she i knew./i She was, even now, refusing to accept it. The man she was supposed to hate and fear most was her i father/i. Laurant heard Hermione walk in and sit beside her.
"Rianne, are you alright?"
Laurant raised her head. "Do I look fucking /i Oh, and it isn't Rianne, it's /i." She wiped her eyes when in the same breath, Harry and Ron bustled in.
Hermione's eyes widened when she saw the note in Harry's hand. She bit her cheek when she realized he dug through the trash to retrieve it.
Harry pointed his finger at Laurant. "If you think this is some great joke, you have another thing coming."
"Harry, leave her alone." Hermione said softly. She asked her self again if it i was/i a joke.
Harry's face was red with anger. "Hermione, you think this" He held up the crinkled note that bore Laurant's writing. "Is real? You think it's the damn truth?"
Laurant's arm felt like it had its skin shaven off. She looked up at Harry. "It is the truth," She said hoarsely. "You wouldn't believe it to save your life, I know."
Harry swallowed hard. "Well, /i, why don't you go run on to your savior Malfoy and cry your ass off to him?"
"Harry, stop" Hermione was appalled to see Harry acting like this.
"Hermione, would you shut your damn mouth? Have you ever realized that Malfoy comes on to her every minute of her damn life? And she doesn't ward him off?" Hermione looked at the ground. "So why did you come to me, Laurant?" Harry's arms dropped to his sides, the paper giving an inveighed crinkle. "When you had a guy like Malfoy, i why the fuck did you come to me/i?"
Laurant could feel the weight of everyone's eyes on her. She heard a scratching noise nearby.
"Oh my God," Ron said weakly.
On the wood of the wall, words were carved by what looked like a moving diseased fingernail. The walls bled with a dark substance as the sentence presented itself.
"The heir of Voldemort will avenge her father. All of His will prevail when the boy is dead."
When the proclamation was finished being written, the glass of the window near the sofa shattered and what looked like a black blanket flew in. Its gleaming red eyes lit up as it opened his mouth to reveal deadly fangs.
It flew straight for Harry.
"No!" Laurant screamed, and jumped in front of Harry. The phantom stopped abruptly, screamed a shrill, ear-piercing scream and dissolved into a deep purple mist.
Laurant turned around to find the three of them, looking at her in horror. Harry brought out his wand, following by Ron and Hermione stepping back.
"You're out to destroy me. /i why you..." He shook his head and raised his wand.
"Harry," Ron said, whining.
"Quiet, Ron." Laurant stared at the tip of his wand, and closed her eyes.
Hermione screamed as Harry's wand burst in to flames, and he dropped it to the ground. It wasn't damaged at all, but a burn slowly appeared on his palm. It started to take the shape of a snake.
Despite all what was happening, Laurant fell back and sat on the big armchair behind her, and put her face in her hands.
"Harry," Hermione said in a small voice. "It isn't as if she can help it. She didn't know until Malfoy told her. And that," She pointed to the proclamation that started to fade and disappear. "Is proof that this isn't some kind of cruel joke."
i If I live through Christmas, buy Hermione a big present. /i Laurant thought.
"How do we know that, Hermione? She could just be leading us on."
"Think about it Harry, she doesn't have the face of a mass criminal." She paused. "She may not even look like... You Know Who."
Laurant lifted her face from her hands. "Father or not, Harry, I was brought up knowing what he did to innocents... to your mom and dad." She stood up. "I would never do anything to you. If you're going to kill me, make it quick and painless. And if I don't get to, if you do meet him, kick his ass for me."
i That was pretty good acting if it was. /i Harry looked at the fading love bite Draco gave her. He exhaled through his nose. "I don't trust you," He half-lied.
Laurant shrugged. "Who would?"
The bell rang declaring that supper was ready.
None of them moved at first, but the eventually shuffled down to the Great Hall in silence.
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They ate in silence, too.
To Laurant's surprise, Draco went on as if nothing had happened.
A girl with bright blonde hair and large breasts came by and smiled. Harry looked up at her.
"Ashley!" He said, almost breathlessly.
"Harry, rumor has it you're not taking me to the ball anymore." Her voice was high and preppy. Laurant almost choked on her own spit, it annoyed her so much.
This caught Draco's attention.
Hermione, Ron and Harry seemed to look at Laurant at the same time.
Harry scratched his head. i "Fuck the prom." /i "I don't know what you heard, but I'm still taking you." Harry heard Laurant drop her fork on her plate.
Draco felt his heart return to its normal pace.
Hermione's eyes widened and Ron shook his head. Laurant started laughing.
"Wow, you throw a ball and everything gets fucked up." She thought of Draco, and remembered him and Harry pinning her against a wall, any wall. It was like some unhealthy obsession they had.
Ashley planted a quick kiss on Harry's lips and skipped away. Laurant imagined her being shot to death with a bazooka. This made her smile.
Harry put himself in a very uncomfortable situation with Hermione gaping at him, Ron ignoring him, and Laurant ready to rip someone's head off with that sinful smile of hers; thinking that was made him fall for her.
Laurant looked over and found two girls draped over Draco like he was some kind of god. He acted as though they weren't there and continued on with his story to Crabbe and Goyle.
Laurant formed a steady plan in her head.
i "Write such pretty words, but life isn't a story book. Love is only an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt. /i
Laurant sang softly as she gazed out the rain-patterned window. Raindrops raced each other to the bottom of the pane. It was almost time for her to go out there and find out her past. Perhaps conquer it.
She slid off her bed and felt her bare feet hit the wooden floor. The little white lines on her plaid pajama pants glowed as they touched the moonlight. She looked at her watch. Draco should be there by now. Double- checking Hermione was asleep, Laurant snuck out the door.
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Laurant stood under the roof of the gazebo off the side of the school. Draco hadn't arrived. She hoped he didn't fall asleep.
She sighed in relief as she saw a patch of blonde hair walk towards where she was.
Draco stood before her. "I wish we had a much more comfortable place to do this, but..." He leaned forward, but came to a halt when he saw the look on Laurant's face. She sat down on the bench against the wall.
"Don't, Draco, just /i" She crossed her arms as Draco sat next to her. "Tell me anything else you know about... my father."
"We're not here to-"
"No."
Draco shifted a bit. "I told you everything I knew." He brought out a flat glass bottle, uncorked it, and downed half of it. Laurant stared at him, and shivered. He wrapped his arm around her, and to hers, and his astonishment, she didn't struggle, but put her head on his shoulder.
This actually might work, she thought.
He offered her the bottle and she took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat like thin honey.
"Harry knows," She said against his red sweatshirt. She felt him tighten.
"How?!"
"I don't know," She lied through her teeth. "Am I my father's only weakness?"
"He's been weakened by Dumbledore's army." Draco said like his mouth was filled with a bad taste. "You're the strongest thing he has left, and only Potter knows it." He took another gulp of his dark liquid. The rain pelted against the white roof like a thousand rocks.
"I convinced him I wasn't dangerous," Her hopes were so high that this would work.
"That's my girl." He buried his face in her hair. He couldn't get enough of her sweet scent.
"He's living through me?" She felt Draco nod. She silently hoped Hermione didn't wake up to find her gone.
She had everything she needed to know, but she didn't think she'd get this far. It was midnight, Draco had her alone, and brushing him away would be more difficult now that classes and other people weren't there to interrupt them.
Laurant reached into her pocket and brought out the ring Draco gave her. It was silver snake formed into a circle, facing its tail. The eye of it was a small red ruby. She took his hand and gave it to him; he looked down from her shoulder and saw what she gave him.
"It's yours," He said. Laurant shook her head.
"I don't want it," She stood up, but Draco wasn't ready to let her leave. He gently grabbed her hand. Laurant looked into his eyes. They were empty of all feeling except of one.
He was hurt.
Laurant kept from laughing maniacally. Draco Malfoy, hurt by a girl. She wanted to treasure that very moment. She strongly tried to push the feeling of pity away. It was a silent battle as she stood there looking down at the man who worshipped her.
"Draco, if you only do this to get on the good side of my father, you're wasting you're time." She finally spoke. He swallowed.
"I don't,"
Pity won.
He tugged on her hand and placed her in his lap. He whispered, so only she could hear him over the rain, "I'd give up forever if it meant you were mine,"
Laurant's insides melted. i Such a sucker for a sweet talker. /i
Draco looked into her gray orbs with his blue ones. He kept his eyes open as her lips met his. He closed the space between them when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He placed his hand on her thigh and his other hand to the back of her head.
Above them, lightning lit up the sky in a bright blue light.
His hand that was on her thigh slid up and unzipped her jeans she threw on to go outside. Laurant arched up against him like a well fed cat. His hand crawled under the lacy underwear and he slipped his finger in. She gasped under his lips.
Outside the rain blew in and unleashed its watery fury.
Draco's hand didn't leave her pelvis as she leaned back to let him kiss her neck. She drove him mad with the sexy sounds she made and he tried to consume her with his mouth.
He removed his hand to undo his own jeans. He pushed her back so that she lay on the bench. Before Laurant could begin to understand what was going on, he entered her and she widened her eyes in surprise. Her first reaction was to push him away, but she desisted as he moved slowly within her.
She pulled him down for a hot kiss, her tongue interacting with his as he moved faster. Her cries outweighed the thunder that followed the lightning. Draco groaned when she wrapped her legs around him.
He slowed to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He backed out of her, his eyes glazed over with lust. He kissed her abdomen and redid her jeans as well as his own.
Laurant looked up at him and touched his hair. He gave her a climactic kiss before collapsing atop her.
He listened to her heart beat and kissed her hand. He sat up and pulled her against his chest. His arms were around her, covering her small body. He took the silver ring and put it on her middle finger. It was too big. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
She fell asleep to the roll of thunder, and the sound of Draco's steady heartbeat.
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A/N: I don't own that one song by Bright Eyes. [sighs] I apologize if the mini-sex scene bothered you. [laughs] You know what to do.