Disclaimer: All of the characters and settings and junk in this story belong to J.K and not me...sigh
Warning: some indication of self harm...just letting you know...
Chapter 2
I lay silently on my bed, staring restively at the scarlet fabric of the canopy above me, thinking of him. It's been two days since our encounter on Thursday, and he's taken me twice since then. My eyes wander from the canopy to the window. The moon is shining brightly in the sky, sending a pale light through my bed curtains (left open because of the steadily increasing summer heat) and onto my thin scarlet sheets. I sigh but it quickly turns into a chuckle as the memory of our most recent meeting, just a few hours ago, comes back to me. He had cornered me in the hallway shortly after dinner. That devilish look on his face told me exactly what I was to expect. I fought him off for as long as I could, which, as it turned out, wasn't very long at all.
Why do I always give in to him? I ponder to myself.
I chuckle, again, at the pointlessness of this question, as I've always known the answer. I want to. I want to give in to him, no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise. I want him to take full control of my body, even knowing that I'm just going to feel empty and used afterwards. Why do I do this to myself? Who knows? Maybe I'm some kind of a masochist and enjoy being used for my body and thrown aside.
Or maybe I love him.
The thought had taken me by surprise, creeping out of the depths of my mind. No, I think to myself, I can't love him. There's nothing to love. It's just sex. I shake my head, confirming the mental statement.
Then, another question slips into my thoughts. Why? Why does he love to torture me and tease me, knowing what the eventual outcome of his actions will be?
Maybe he's some kind of sadist, and takes pleasure in my struggles.
Or maybe he...Before I even let myself finish the thought, I sit up and crawl out of my four-poster bed, leaving it right there, on my pillow. Then I grab my invisibility cloak and leave the dormitory. Five minutes later, I find myself on the front steps of the castle. The grounds are beautiful coated in the moon's pale glow. My eyes scan over them, taking them in, as a cool breeze whispers past me. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, before leaving the steps and heading south, to the lake. As I approach it, I find that I am not the only one who was in need of a nighttime stroll.
He is standing at the lake's edge, wearing only a pair of silk pajama bottoms, deep jade in color, peering into the inky black water. I open my mouth to call out to him, but before I make a sound, I am hit with the realization that I am still under my invisibility cloak. Feeling, suddenly, curious, I continue to walk to the lake,coming to a halt some waysbehind him. Then, I see them, and my heart stops cold in my chest.
Ugly red lash marks, fading but still quite visible, cover the fair skin of his back. On his sides are what look like old bruises. I take a few steps closer, to examine him further. A few more bruises on his abdomen catch my eye before my eyes travel to his arms. Almost glowing in the moonlight are several thin silver lines...cuts. I reach out and put my hand on his shoulder. He jumps at my touch and turns around. "Who's there?" he demands, looking almost frantically about himself. It is then that I realize, for the second time tonight, that I am still under the invisibility cloak. Without a second thought, I turn on my heel and run back up to the castle, not stopping until I am back in my dormitory.
When morning comes, images of what I saw are as vivid now, in my mind, as they were last night. At breakfast, I can do nothing but stare at him. The obviously expensive long sleeved button down shirt covers him, but I can still see the scars through the black fabric. I can still see the marks. I shudder. "Are you okay, Harry?" Hermione's voice says from my right side, "you haven't touched your breakfast."
I turn to her and smile politely. "Yeah," I answer, "I'm just not very hungry. I think I'm going to go back to the common room. I just remembered I have to finish the last bit of my essay for Binns." Without waiting for her reply, I get up from my seat at the table and leave the Great Hall. I have no intention whatsoever of going back to the Gryffindor common room.
I slowly walk down the first floor corridor, my ears open, waiting. It isn't long before I hear the familiar sound of his Italian leather shoes behind me. Within moments, his arms are around my waist, his lips brushing roughly against my neck. "Going somewhere?" he asks, sending his hot breath down the collar of my t-shirt. Before I answer, he pushes me through a door that ends up leading into an empty classroom. I lose my balance and fall backward, slamming my back against the edge of an old desk. His slender fingers begin to work their way past the hem of my shirt as his lips explore every inch of my neck. I moan out loud and thrust my fingers into his silver blond hair. I won't be putting up a fight. Not this morning.
I pull his face to mine and kiss him, hard on the lips. His tongue slides into my mouth, connecting with my own. It is his turn to moan. My hands travel down to the collar of his shirt, aching for the feeling of his skin against them. My fingers dance around the small silver fastening until, finally, it comes free. They do this a second, third, and fourth, time, slowly exposing more and more of his porcelain skin. When I get to the fifth button, he pulls his lips from mine. "What are you doing," he asks, chest heaving. I don't answer but bring our lips together again and continue to work my way through the rest of the buttons. "No," he says, pulling away from me, again, "stop." He takes a step back. I look at him. His chest is heaving,his lips swollen.
"Draco, what are you..." I start, but the look on his face stops me. His mouth is hanging open, and his eyes are filled with...fear? Before I can say anything, he runs a hand through his hair and backs out of the classroom, not even bothering to fix his appearance.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I whisper to myself, pounding my fist into the tiled green walls of the Slytherin shower room with each muttered oath. Steamy hot water runs down my body as I stand under the serpent shaped shower nozzle. "Fuck!" Thoughts of you are constantly swimming in and out of my head. The way you moaned when I touched you, when I kissed you.
Where did I go wrong, I think angrily to myself, what did I do? I slam my fist into the wall, again, in frustration as no answer comes to me. Just yesterday, you were in my arms, begging me for more, pleading for me not to stop. You were helpless. You were weak. You were mine. And now today¼today¼"Fuck!" I shout slamming my fist into the wall again. Suddenly, the hot water making its way down my body turns cold. Have I been in here that long?
I reach out and twist the knob protruding from the wall, bringing the running water to a halt. Then I turn around and grab a towel from the rack to the left of me. With the towel wrapped around my waist, I walk out of the shower room and traipse down the hall leading back to the boys' dormitories. The room is empty when I enter it, which I am thankful for. I go straight to my bureau and pull out a pair of black pajama bottoms. After I put them on, I walk over to the mirror to examine myself. I grimace at the image looking back at me.
My body would be perfect¼if it weren't for the bruises and scars. The marks of an angry father. No, not angry. Disappointed. You are weak, he had said to me the night he had given them to me, and stupid. How can you consider yourself a member of the Malfoy family?
He's right you know, a voice in the back of my head says, you are weak. You're even losing Potter, and he was the one thing you were sure you could control.
My fist clench in anger as I remember what had happened earlier today. The way you suddenly began to take control. Never again, I think, never again. I'll show you who has control of this situation. Suddenly, there is a tap at my window. I walk to it and open it. A snowy owl flutters in, landing on my bed. I immediately recognize her as yours. A piece of parchment is attached to her leg. I go over to her and extract it from her. Draco, it says, we need to talk. Meet me in the Room of Requirement at midnight.
I chuckle. A perfect opportunity has just dropped into my lap. And this time, I'm going to make sure it goes the way I want it to. I glance at the clock sitting atop my bureau.
Feech's Note: Well, what do you think? Shall I wrap it all up with another chapter? Let me know!
Feech's more recent Note: Okay so the second part that I jsut recently added, was suppose to be the third chapter but it wasn't long enough so I made it part of the second. Now I can finally wrap this thing up and I don't have to stray from my original plan of only having three chapters (well, my original plan was to have it be a one shot but that kind of died...) Anyway, chapter three coming really soon, now that I've got the troubled spot out of the way! Peaches!