WARNING! RAPE SCENE AHEAD!
You've been warned.
I walked out into the hallway, moving myself far away from the confines of the Slytherin common room. No one was still awake, and I doubted that my yell had woken any of my dorm mates. They could sleep through anything. Too bad I can't.
The night was cool, though I was sweating through my shirt. I removed my robes, as there was no need for identification when one is on a late night prowl. I wouldn't get in trouble anyway, as Father pays the employees of the school very well to look the other way. That has come in handy on more than one occasion, as well.
I sling my robes over my shoulder and roll up the sleeves past the elbows. My tie is loosened, and the top buttons of my shirt undone. Though I am cooler noe, the inhabitation of clothes is rather unnerving.
I wandered the corridors until coming to a point to rest. It was a quiet place, where I could gaze out the clean window and lose myself once again in my thoughts. Calm came quickly as I stared out over the grounds, the white of the snow that had fallen earlier in the day taking on a purple hue in light of the rising sun.
As my body began to slowly relax, so did my mind. Before I knew it, against my will, my thoughts had turned to that night again, which I did not want to revisit for a second time in one night.
My hand slips under the thin cotton of her shirt and begins to massage her breasts. She protests, kicking and the like, and I have the feeling that she would scream if my hand was not covering her mouth.
I remove my hand from her mouth, telling her that if she screams she will die. She nods fearfully; I think she knows that I will. I move to rid her of her shirt, yanking it over her head with little regard for her comfort. She struggles, but eventually allows me to do away with her pink lace bra as well.
I reposition myself on top of her and remove my own shirt, slowly, making her want me as much as I want her. She pauses in her quest for freedom as she gazes at my toned chest and abs. I take pride in my looks and body, and I know she will not look back upon this moment in total distaste.
Subconsciously, it seems, her hand moves to my chest, and she strokes the left nipple, causing it to harden under her touch. I take pleasure in the contact for a moment, then resume what I am doing.
My shirt comes all the way off, and I now go to remove her pants. My fingers slide down her body, and I feel her shiver beneath my touch. The button to her pants is undone, and the zipper drawn down. I pull them off her, again not caring that she is kicking and clawing at my body.
I remove my pants as well, so that all that is separating us now is a few pieces of trivial underwear. My boxers fall to my ankles, and my hands hook under the band of her matching panties. She cries out, and I slap her again. The feeling of power and dominance is back, and I like the way it feels.
Off comes the underwear, the last bit of privacy before everything is given away. I stroke a finger down her inner thigh and she whimpers. THere is no point in longer delaying the inevitable, I know that. I have been waiting for this moment since the first time I laid eyes on her, and my throbbing cock is affirming that.
Tears form in her eyes as I plunge into her, but she does not cry out again. I draw back slowly and move in again, hips grinding in a way that does not seem humanly possible. How is it that I have never done this before, yet I know exactly what to do? I briefly wonder if this is her first time as well, but the thought is driven from my mind as she whimpers again.
I thrust my throbbing core back into her and work slowly in and out, then faster and faster. She cries out as she reaches her climax, and this angers me. How dare this lowlife creature dare cry out, as if in mockery of me? This can not be tolerated.
I pause in my frantic thrusts and wrap one hand around her delicate throat, applying pressure. She gags, but does not try to resist any more. She knows that any struggle will be futile and will only result in the prolonging of the thing she wishes to end.
I leave my hand where it is and go about doing what I was. She whimpers again, but does not cry out further.
Finally, I feel the orgasm rise in my own body and groan in ecstasy as we rode it out.
Now there was no point to continue. The fun had been had, and she was now marked as mine and only mine.
I pick up my clothes and dress, leaving her on the ground where she lies, panting, tears streaming down her face. I turn and walk away without a second glance, my job having been done.
I finished the story in my head and refocused my gaze on the snow outside. A lone tear rolled down my cheek, which I wiped away hastily. What I had done... No. I had already replayed the night once, and there was no chance I was going to do it again.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I failed to notice the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor, steadily coming closer. Only when a voice spoke did I exit my reverie.
"Malfoy?"
snickers evilly Yup, so I know who it is, but the question is, do you? If you think you know, send over a review and I might just tell ya. Maybe.
By the way, congrats to the Granby girl's lacrosse team for their win against Ellington's JV team 6 to 2! Awesome way to kick off the season! And yeah, their varsity team beat us 8 to 3, but it was our first game of the season and very much not theirs. But we still won! Woot!
