Malfoy burst into the Slytherin common room. "Trel!!!... Trel!!!"
"What?!" I said turning around from the chair. Malfoy came over looking down at me and scowled. He knelt down in front of the chair, then leaned over and kissed me. Hard and needy, like he was trying to get rid of something by doing this. I tangled my hands through his mass of white-blond hair. I felt his hands on my breast, his other hand somewhere near my thigh. I arched into his hand pulling him closer to my body. I moved my legs around to encircle his waist, his hand mover higher. He wanted this and I'd never let him have it, I made him think this time was different, then I pushed him away.
"What do you want, Malfoy...?"
"Damnit" he swore. Malfoy moved closer to me again, going for my neck; I let him. "Common Trel, stop being so up-tight"
"Look Malfoy, I'm not adverse to these little snogging sessions, but I'm also not one of the drooling girls who'll do anything for what you have between your legs. So what. Do. You. Want?"
"You're a bitch" he murmured into the hallow of my neck.
"I know what do you want?" Third time I had to ask and I was loosing my patience. Malfoy sighed and moved back still kneeling.
"Why can't we..."
"No, Draco. The answer is always going to be no." He looked at me for a while, the fire cracked behind him. He scowled again and said,
"You're a fucking tease, wench." A tease, moi? I was flattered. I looked at him waiting, no emotion on my face. Malfoy moved from the circle of my legs and stood up. A full 6'3 and gods did he look good in it. He turned away from me,
"Potter just kissed me..." I sat there for a moment totally dazed.
"What..., you mean like frenchi?" I asked. That's me nice and subtle.
"So what you came barging in here to shake it off, and get some action from me? Has 'oo lost his confidence in his masculinity? Trying to assure yourself you're not gay?" Malfoy didn't answer, I took it as a yes. Straight guys are so paranoid.
"Look Draco," I said a little more comfortingly, "Potters' got problems and we add this to the long, long list, no big whoop. But I'm not gonna let you come in here thinking your gonna get some 'cause your prides' hurt." I was lying. He turned towards me and said,
"Yeah I know." He smiled cynically.
Firelight did wonders to his body. My eyes looked over him as flame- light danced shadows. I could see he still had a hard-one. I smiled sardonically. I wanted Malfoy because 'cause he was a sadistic SOB, Malfoy wanted me 'cause I didn't lay at his feet; he couldn't have me. The beginnings of a great relationship. Ri-ight. I got up from the chair and stood in front of him, he looked down at me quizzically. Gods those metallic-gray eyes were beautiful. I moved closer to him, and got on tiptoe. I whispered in his ear,
"Don't worry you're not a 'fag', I should know." I pushed myself against him and felt his body stiffen. I laughed and left him standing there like an idiot, my voice still in his ears.
"What?!" I said turning around from the chair. Malfoy came over looking down at me and scowled. He knelt down in front of the chair, then leaned over and kissed me. Hard and needy, like he was trying to get rid of something by doing this. I tangled my hands through his mass of white-blond hair. I felt his hands on my breast, his other hand somewhere near my thigh. I arched into his hand pulling him closer to my body. I moved my legs around to encircle his waist, his hand mover higher. He wanted this and I'd never let him have it, I made him think this time was different, then I pushed him away.
"What do you want, Malfoy...?"
"Damnit" he swore. Malfoy moved closer to me again, going for my neck; I let him. "Common Trel, stop being so up-tight"
"Look Malfoy, I'm not adverse to these little snogging sessions, but I'm also not one of the drooling girls who'll do anything for what you have between your legs. So what. Do. You. Want?"
"You're a bitch" he murmured into the hallow of my neck.
"I know what do you want?" Third time I had to ask and I was loosing my patience. Malfoy sighed and moved back still kneeling.
"Why can't we..."
"No, Draco. The answer is always going to be no." He looked at me for a while, the fire cracked behind him. He scowled again and said,
"You're a fucking tease, wench." A tease, moi? I was flattered. I looked at him waiting, no emotion on my face. Malfoy moved from the circle of my legs and stood up. A full 6'3 and gods did he look good in it. He turned away from me,
"Potter just kissed me..." I sat there for a moment totally dazed.
"What..., you mean like frenchi?" I asked. That's me nice and subtle.
"So what you came barging in here to shake it off, and get some action from me? Has 'oo lost his confidence in his masculinity? Trying to assure yourself you're not gay?" Malfoy didn't answer, I took it as a yes. Straight guys are so paranoid.
"Look Draco," I said a little more comfortingly, "Potters' got problems and we add this to the long, long list, no big whoop. But I'm not gonna let you come in here thinking your gonna get some 'cause your prides' hurt." I was lying. He turned towards me and said,
"Yeah I know." He smiled cynically.
Firelight did wonders to his body. My eyes looked over him as flame- light danced shadows. I could see he still had a hard-one. I smiled sardonically. I wanted Malfoy because 'cause he was a sadistic SOB, Malfoy wanted me 'cause I didn't lay at his feet; he couldn't have me. The beginnings of a great relationship. Ri-ight. I got up from the chair and stood in front of him, he looked down at me quizzically. Gods those metallic-gray eyes were beautiful. I moved closer to him, and got on tiptoe. I whispered in his ear,
"Don't worry you're not a 'fag', I should know." I pushed myself against him and felt his body stiffen. I laughed and left him standing there like an idiot, my voice still in his ears.