Rain

By: Who Else? Me

Note: This is a mushy, steamy chapter! If you do not like mushiness or sexual THEMES, then please skip this chapter or stop reading. Again, this is your only warning.

Chapter Fifteen:

Alone in a Very Odd Position

Draco stood there with his arms wrapped around Dorothy, breathing on the side of her neck as he whispered sweet somethings in her ear. She was becoming steadily red with each of the words he said. She gripped his pale hands with her own and she began to feel a little warm inside her clothes. Draco unwrapped the scarf around her neck and tossed it on the floor, exposing the milky flash of her neck. He kissed it lightly and Dorothy gasped, tensing. Her legs were stiff but felt like jello at the same time; she would have probably collapsed if Draco weren't holding her.

"Dra-Draco...please...stop..." she managed, but the boy didn't listen. He had turned and adjusted so that she was pinned against the wall while he teased her.

Suddenly, he pressed his lips up against hers. Dorothy was startled but she didn't protest. She even kissed him back after a little while. What was the harm? If he knew he loved her and she knew she loved him, then nothing should stop them but still...the pain in her heart was beginning to grow again. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her as close as he could. She dropped her bag of stuff and it clatter to the floor while she ran her fingers through his hair.

They stayed like that for a long time. Boy and girl, red and green, serpent and lion, Slytherin and Gryffindor, and an all around odd sight to see. Soon he broke apart and started kissing her jaw and cheeks and neck. She groaned a few times and closed her eyes. Draco's hands were on her hips and her leg was around his. When he came up to her head again, he stopped and nibbled on her ear for a second before whispering in it.

"See," he said, "this isn't so bad. You want it. I can tell by the way your acting."

Dorothy would have protested had she the ability to speak but in all the action her voice had become lost. She simply stared, pained, at the Slytherin boy as he removed his coat. Underneath the coat, he was wearing a short-sleeved white button-up shirt with a green and silver tie and black pants. He helped her remove her coat as well and set both of them on the floor.

Draco stared into her pale blue eyes as they gave of their hurt look. He could tell by the way she acted that she wanted him but her eyes said that it hurt. He rested his lips softly on hers this time, trying to be gently. Looking at her body, he noticed she looked fragile, like glass, and just as beautiful. His fingers circled around the buttons on her blouse as he moved the Gryffindor tie aside, gasping as he did so. He kissed her again, resting his hands on her sides.

This time he went so far as to try to stick his tongue in her mouth. It flicked lightly against her gritted teeth. She allowed it entrance and she parted her teeth and felt his tongue rub up against hers. Hers began to fight back and she heard him growl at her retaliation. They didn't know if the woman from behind the counter had reappeared or what, but they didn't care either. They continued to fight each other with their tongues until it was decided. Draco won.

He picked Dorothy up and made her sit on a table while his hands gripped her bottom slightly. He had this odd urge to make her his forever, right there, on the table in that little café. Every part of his body was encouraging him; EVERY part. He resisted himself, but did let his hands run across several parts of her body that he liked. (Let's not go into detail, hm?)

Suddenly, she broke away and stared at him sheepishly. She felt something growing in her chest and it wasn't pain. It was warm and comforting but what she was doing didn't feel right. She looked into his face which was sweaty and full of longing. He was clutching her skirt tightly in his hands and was standing between her legs. She gulped. This was quite the predicament she was in. She'd let it ride out too far and she'd have to pay for that later.

"Draco..." she began but he placed his finger on her lips once more.

"I'll give up everything, Dorothy," he said, leaning in close to her, moving his hands from her butt to her long, pale legs. "Everything. If I have to, I'll forget about my father, about my friends, and about my grudge with Potter."

"Draco...I don't want you to give up any thing," but she paused for a moment and thought about that. "I don't want you give up anything but your grudge with Harry but...I'm not sure if we should be doing this."

"Can't you give me...give me one chance, please? If I screw up...I'll never bother you ever again. You can live on a clean conscious with out me stalking you everywhere," he said, pleading. "I'll get on my knees and beg...just for you. I'll beg like a dog. I can give you anything, Dorothy. Anything and everything you want."

"I...I just want you, Draco Malfoy," she whispered. The Slytherin boy smiled and gripped her knees in excitement. He kissed her again and again until she lost balance and tumbled forward, catching Draco off guard and taking him down with her. She lie on top of him for a moment and sat up, straddling him by accent. He raised an eyebrow slyly.

"I think I like us like this."

A/N: Okay, Draco was way OOC in this chapter but personally I like him like this. R&R.

WEM