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Chapter Nine I arrived in the common room, only to see that Draco was already there, waiting for me. He was spread out on the sofa, and as my eyes trailed down him, I couldn't help but shudder, imagining what he must've looked last night, when I 'willingly'... did... that. He smirked at me as I forced my gaze to rise to his face, hardening my glare, and causing him to take in a gasp. That was annoying. I was annoyed. Really. How was I supposed to yell at him properly when he stared at me like a bloody fool when I finally got angry enough to do so?! I sighed, giving up, "Stay down here." I grumbled, before heading toward the stairs. He was up like a shot, standing right in front of the stairs, and in my way.
"What if I don't like that idea?" He questioned blandly, taking a bit of my hair between his fingers, and twirling it about. Slowly, his gaze dragged from the hair to my eyes, though he didn't lay a hand on my flesh, "I think I'd rather spend some time with you." I gulped to keep myself under control, staring stubbornly into his deep silver eyes with my own emerald ones.
"You really must realize that I'd just -love- to spend some quality time with the guy that's been raping me since the first day of school," I was being sarcastic. That wasn't really all that surprising, "But I've got quite a bit of thinking to do."
"And you can't think in my presense." He laughed quietly, "Ah, so I heard." He stated, letting go of the sarcastic comment, "You have a lot of explaining to do." He gently pulled the lock of hair toward him, forcing me to move forward without my even realizing what he was doing. "It'll cost you for not explaining thus far." He continued, releasing my eyes to scan my entire face. I shuddered under the attention, wondering why he was being so nice to me, suddenly. I'd given him grounds to rape me again- I'd talked back, but he wasn't hurting me. ... ...yet, that was, as I realized there must be some kind of punishment. I mean, c'mon, this is the evil Draco Malfoy here!
"Oh yeah?" I nearly whispered, looking up at his face. I was a bit surprised to find my eyelashes brushing against his nose. When did we get this close?! "And what, exactly, will it cost me?" I fought to keep myself calm, as I had the quite sudden, and inconvenient need to be, not only in his arms, but being snogged senseless. It only made the urge stronger to know it could very well happen.
"Not much." He stated, bringing his gaze back to my eyes. I could've sworn I saw him smile a bit, but I was staring up too high to see his mouth well, and it may've been a smirk. "Just a simple kiss." I felt my blood quicken ever so slightly, and my skin heat up. I took a step back on instinct. I'd made it habit to run away when I felt this way. I shook my head, pulling the hair out of his grasp, and took another step back. "No." I stated firmly, beginning to shake my head so rapidly I wouldn't have been surprised if brains splattered out of my ears and onto the walls. "NO." I repeated, backing up as quickly as I could. I gasped as I backed into the sofa, and Draco came toward me, slowly, though it was a frightening enough sight. I lifted my hand in panic, to see the spell, only to see that it was written in invisable ink. Well DAMN him!! Muggle pen my ass... the moment forgotten, for an instant, I stared at the floor in apparent defeat. I felt quite a bit betrayed.
I looked up with slightly fearful eyes as I felt Malfoy's strong arms around me, pulling me close to him, surrounding me in warmth. "Don't be afraid." He whispered in my ear, and I suddenly realized that I was shaking. All of this was too much. Everything I'd blocked out was coming back full force. "I won't let them hurt you." My gaze darted up to his face in confusion. At the moment, 'they' were the last thing I was afraid of, but I wondered why his voice was so gentle, why his arms were so warm. He said it was only a game. A lie? Before I could sort myself out, I'd thrown my arms around his neck and was clinging. I don't know when I did it. All I knew was that my head was burried into his scented shoulder, and he was gently rubbing my back, holding me close, as if I wasn't clinging tight enough as it was.
----Draco's POV-
She looked confused.
Indeed, she had a right to be confused. I was confused myself. She hated me. I understood that now, though it put a sick feeling in my gut to know it. I'd thought that I hated her, but, well.. I just couldn't see her weak like that, panicing. It wouldn't have been anything of a feat when school first started, so why now? I could feel her trembling against me, her thin arms wrapped around my neck as if I were some kind of hero. My eyes closed for an instant of thought. Why was I feeling this way? She may be a mudblood, for all I knew! I realized that unlike the other women who'd thrown themself at me, I didn't care what was in her blood. I cared only that she was mine. Bloody hell, Malfoy, get yourself together!! But what I -really- wanted to know, is why did I promise to protect her?! It was probably the mix of all the emotions whirling around the both of us. It made me think things that weren't real. That was it! That had to be it! I didn't -really- feel this way, I just thought I did! ...Right?
I let her cling to me. In fact, I tried to help comfort her, running my palm over her back, careful to be gentle enough that she barely felt it (as she'd claimed to have bruises..), and put my other hand on on her head, since, thats where it seemed to put itself. I frowned slightly as I felt moisture soak through my robe and shirt. Tears. "Shhh." I whispered, "No reason to cry over it.." I tried to comfort her in the only way I really knew how, running light kisses from her neck up to her cheek, though I didn't force her away from me to go farther. If I was smart, I would've taken advantage of the tears, and her weak state, and have hurt her right then and there. Complete the plan, and let her run off to her nonexistant friends, and kill herself. Then I'd be rid of her. I would actually be able to think of something other than those damned eyes of hers.
But I didn't. I couldn't, really. It killed me to see her like this, though I didn't want to admit it to her, or even myself. Her face was too beautiful to be spoiled by tears. Carefully, I pulled my shoulder away from her, and leaned down a bit to wipe the tears away. Our eyes locked, and it was no more than a moment before we'd thrown ourselves at each other. I pushed her against the closest wall, kissing her with a force as was my trademark, though I was a bit surprised that she kissed me back with equal power, and passion. We were two tornadoes, clashing in the middle of a Hogwarts Common room, and all we could do was fuel each others needs. It was an incredable sensation.
----Terra's POV-
By the time we were done, we were both a mess. Draco's hair was going in every direction. Apparently he'd made the mistake of putting mouse in it before we, er, clashed. Odd. I hadn't noticed. I knew that my hair was in more of a cavewoman state, and I could feel the burn in my cheeks that I could see all the way down his neck. My mouth was sore, and bruised. I wouldn't have been suprised if it was bleeding. My robe had been flung off, and my shirt was now on oddly, sideways, almost. My skirt had been shoved up to the point of no return. I felt like a whore, but only for an instant, as Draco pulled me back into his arms before I could even think about yelling at him for tricking me, though, vaguely, I realized it was as much my fault as it was his, and that gave me a small sense of satisfaction, for an odd reason. It wasn 't that I wasn't angry that I'd done it, but at least I'd given him a run for his money. "How was that for a cost?" I asked quietly, not struggling against him as he wound his arms around me, turned so he was leaning against the wall, holding me owningly. "I think you paid up nicely." He stated gently, placing a small kiss on my temple. We were both reletively sure no one would come in. One, because you'd have to give the statue the password, or get one of us to open the door, and neither one of us felt like moving. I didn't really understand anything I was feeling. Just five (or maybe ten, I hadn't timed the snog session) minutes ago, I'd been crying so hard that I thought I'd run out of tears long before I was done, but here, in his warm embrace, I felt completely different. Safe. Protected even. Peaceful. The whole world could go to hell, and I wouldn't notice. Two, we wouldn't have let them in anyway. "But you still have to tell me what's going on."
"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." I stated quietly, almost sounding childish with the statement, but his hand, firmly planted at the base of my back, let me know he didn't think it sounded childish. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let my head tilt to the side as he ran tiny kisses up the side of my throat, leaving me wanting more- he knew what he was doing. "But who says I have to follow the rules?" He grinned before landing a particularly large kiss below my ear.
"Go on.." He urged quietly, taking one of my hands in his, and placing it carefully onto his shoulder. He pulled his head a safe distance away, watching me with what I could've sworn was adoration. Normally I'd've been freaked out, but at this point, he could look at me any way he wanted, as long as he didn't let me go.
So I proceeded to explain much more than I probably should've, too caught up in the moment to determine the difference between things to hide, and things I could let out. He watched me carefully during the whole thing, before nodding slightly, and shifting a couple of strands of hair out of my face with a simple 'I see'. I almost felt safe. I even felt like I could snuggle up and hide, and that nothing would ever, ever happen to us.
And then I came to my senses.
I pulled my hand away from his shoulder as if I'd been burnt. I carefully pulled his arm away from my back, and stepped away, staring roundly at him the same time. "I need to walk.." I muttered slowly. Quietly. I barely knew what I was saying. I just had to move before I did something horrible. "Please don't follow me." I turned around and strode toward the door, completely forgetting Chris' warning to stay in the commonroom. The door opened, my head popped out, and that door was closed just as quickly as it'd opened. "On second thought.." I muttered, remembering the sight of the swarming idiodoms I'd beheld for no longer than a moment.
Authors notes:
I know it's a sickeningly short chapter, but I lost my creative drive for a long time, and I had to put -something- up. So, I made this a chappy. Give me advice! The tenth person to review gets an invisable prize!!
Chapter Nine I arrived in the common room, only to see that Draco was already there, waiting for me. He was spread out on the sofa, and as my eyes trailed down him, I couldn't help but shudder, imagining what he must've looked last night, when I 'willingly'... did... that. He smirked at me as I forced my gaze to rise to his face, hardening my glare, and causing him to take in a gasp. That was annoying. I was annoyed. Really. How was I supposed to yell at him properly when he stared at me like a bloody fool when I finally got angry enough to do so?! I sighed, giving up, "Stay down here." I grumbled, before heading toward the stairs. He was up like a shot, standing right in front of the stairs, and in my way.
"What if I don't like that idea?" He questioned blandly, taking a bit of my hair between his fingers, and twirling it about. Slowly, his gaze dragged from the hair to my eyes, though he didn't lay a hand on my flesh, "I think I'd rather spend some time with you." I gulped to keep myself under control, staring stubbornly into his deep silver eyes with my own emerald ones.
"You really must realize that I'd just -love- to spend some quality time with the guy that's been raping me since the first day of school," I was being sarcastic. That wasn't really all that surprising, "But I've got quite a bit of thinking to do."
"And you can't think in my presense." He laughed quietly, "Ah, so I heard." He stated, letting go of the sarcastic comment, "You have a lot of explaining to do." He gently pulled the lock of hair toward him, forcing me to move forward without my even realizing what he was doing. "It'll cost you for not explaining thus far." He continued, releasing my eyes to scan my entire face. I shuddered under the attention, wondering why he was being so nice to me, suddenly. I'd given him grounds to rape me again- I'd talked back, but he wasn't hurting me. ... ...yet, that was, as I realized there must be some kind of punishment. I mean, c'mon, this is the evil Draco Malfoy here!
"Oh yeah?" I nearly whispered, looking up at his face. I was a bit surprised to find my eyelashes brushing against his nose. When did we get this close?! "And what, exactly, will it cost me?" I fought to keep myself calm, as I had the quite sudden, and inconvenient need to be, not only in his arms, but being snogged senseless. It only made the urge stronger to know it could very well happen.
"Not much." He stated, bringing his gaze back to my eyes. I could've sworn I saw him smile a bit, but I was staring up too high to see his mouth well, and it may've been a smirk. "Just a simple kiss." I felt my blood quicken ever so slightly, and my skin heat up. I took a step back on instinct. I'd made it habit to run away when I felt this way. I shook my head, pulling the hair out of his grasp, and took another step back. "No." I stated firmly, beginning to shake my head so rapidly I wouldn't have been surprised if brains splattered out of my ears and onto the walls. "NO." I repeated, backing up as quickly as I could. I gasped as I backed into the sofa, and Draco came toward me, slowly, though it was a frightening enough sight. I lifted my hand in panic, to see the spell, only to see that it was written in invisable ink. Well DAMN him!! Muggle pen my ass... the moment forgotten, for an instant, I stared at the floor in apparent defeat. I felt quite a bit betrayed.
I looked up with slightly fearful eyes as I felt Malfoy's strong arms around me, pulling me close to him, surrounding me in warmth. "Don't be afraid." He whispered in my ear, and I suddenly realized that I was shaking. All of this was too much. Everything I'd blocked out was coming back full force. "I won't let them hurt you." My gaze darted up to his face in confusion. At the moment, 'they' were the last thing I was afraid of, but I wondered why his voice was so gentle, why his arms were so warm. He said it was only a game. A lie? Before I could sort myself out, I'd thrown my arms around his neck and was clinging. I don't know when I did it. All I knew was that my head was burried into his scented shoulder, and he was gently rubbing my back, holding me close, as if I wasn't clinging tight enough as it was.
----Draco's POV-
She looked confused.
Indeed, she had a right to be confused. I was confused myself. She hated me. I understood that now, though it put a sick feeling in my gut to know it. I'd thought that I hated her, but, well.. I just couldn't see her weak like that, panicing. It wouldn't have been anything of a feat when school first started, so why now? I could feel her trembling against me, her thin arms wrapped around my neck as if I were some kind of hero. My eyes closed for an instant of thought. Why was I feeling this way? She may be a mudblood, for all I knew! I realized that unlike the other women who'd thrown themself at me, I didn't care what was in her blood. I cared only that she was mine. Bloody hell, Malfoy, get yourself together!! But what I -really- wanted to know, is why did I promise to protect her?! It was probably the mix of all the emotions whirling around the both of us. It made me think things that weren't real. That was it! That had to be it! I didn't -really- feel this way, I just thought I did! ...Right?
I let her cling to me. In fact, I tried to help comfort her, running my palm over her back, careful to be gentle enough that she barely felt it (as she'd claimed to have bruises..), and put my other hand on on her head, since, thats where it seemed to put itself. I frowned slightly as I felt moisture soak through my robe and shirt. Tears. "Shhh." I whispered, "No reason to cry over it.." I tried to comfort her in the only way I really knew how, running light kisses from her neck up to her cheek, though I didn't force her away from me to go farther. If I was smart, I would've taken advantage of the tears, and her weak state, and have hurt her right then and there. Complete the plan, and let her run off to her nonexistant friends, and kill herself. Then I'd be rid of her. I would actually be able to think of something other than those damned eyes of hers.
But I didn't. I couldn't, really. It killed me to see her like this, though I didn't want to admit it to her, or even myself. Her face was too beautiful to be spoiled by tears. Carefully, I pulled my shoulder away from her, and leaned down a bit to wipe the tears away. Our eyes locked, and it was no more than a moment before we'd thrown ourselves at each other. I pushed her against the closest wall, kissing her with a force as was my trademark, though I was a bit surprised that she kissed me back with equal power, and passion. We were two tornadoes, clashing in the middle of a Hogwarts Common room, and all we could do was fuel each others needs. It was an incredable sensation.
----Terra's POV-
By the time we were done, we were both a mess. Draco's hair was going in every direction. Apparently he'd made the mistake of putting mouse in it before we, er, clashed. Odd. I hadn't noticed. I knew that my hair was in more of a cavewoman state, and I could feel the burn in my cheeks that I could see all the way down his neck. My mouth was sore, and bruised. I wouldn't have been suprised if it was bleeding. My robe had been flung off, and my shirt was now on oddly, sideways, almost. My skirt had been shoved up to the point of no return. I felt like a whore, but only for an instant, as Draco pulled me back into his arms before I could even think about yelling at him for tricking me, though, vaguely, I realized it was as much my fault as it was his, and that gave me a small sense of satisfaction, for an odd reason. It wasn 't that I wasn't angry that I'd done it, but at least I'd given him a run for his money. "How was that for a cost?" I asked quietly, not struggling against him as he wound his arms around me, turned so he was leaning against the wall, holding me owningly. "I think you paid up nicely." He stated gently, placing a small kiss on my temple. We were both reletively sure no one would come in. One, because you'd have to give the statue the password, or get one of us to open the door, and neither one of us felt like moving. I didn't really understand anything I was feeling. Just five (or maybe ten, I hadn't timed the snog session) minutes ago, I'd been crying so hard that I thought I'd run out of tears long before I was done, but here, in his warm embrace, I felt completely different. Safe. Protected even. Peaceful. The whole world could go to hell, and I wouldn't notice. Two, we wouldn't have let them in anyway. "But you still have to tell me what's going on."
"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." I stated quietly, almost sounding childish with the statement, but his hand, firmly planted at the base of my back, let me know he didn't think it sounded childish. My eyes fluttered closed, and I let my head tilt to the side as he ran tiny kisses up the side of my throat, leaving me wanting more- he knew what he was doing. "But who says I have to follow the rules?" He grinned before landing a particularly large kiss below my ear.
"Go on.." He urged quietly, taking one of my hands in his, and placing it carefully onto his shoulder. He pulled his head a safe distance away, watching me with what I could've sworn was adoration. Normally I'd've been freaked out, but at this point, he could look at me any way he wanted, as long as he didn't let me go.
So I proceeded to explain much more than I probably should've, too caught up in the moment to determine the difference between things to hide, and things I could let out. He watched me carefully during the whole thing, before nodding slightly, and shifting a couple of strands of hair out of my face with a simple 'I see'. I almost felt safe. I even felt like I could snuggle up and hide, and that nothing would ever, ever happen to us.
And then I came to my senses.
I pulled my hand away from his shoulder as if I'd been burnt. I carefully pulled his arm away from my back, and stepped away, staring roundly at him the same time. "I need to walk.." I muttered slowly. Quietly. I barely knew what I was saying. I just had to move before I did something horrible. "Please don't follow me." I turned around and strode toward the door, completely forgetting Chris' warning to stay in the commonroom. The door opened, my head popped out, and that door was closed just as quickly as it'd opened. "On second thought.." I muttered, remembering the sight of the swarming idiodoms I'd beheld for no longer than a moment.
Authors notes:
I know it's a sickeningly short chapter, but I lost my creative drive for a long time, and I had to put -something- up. So, I made this a chappy. Give me advice! The tenth person to review gets an invisable prize!!