I'm scared.

I Draco Malfoy, am scared. Not frightened, no, that would be pathetic. But I am scared... I'm scared of what I might do. And of the total lack of control I seem to have now. My life revolves around her, and yet doesn't. I dream of her at night, but cannot keep her. I seek her during the day, but keep losing her.

It would be foolish to think I love her. I don't. She's younger, ridiculously cheerful, a traitor to our kind. But she is beautiful... she makes me lose my mind. I want to forever smell her skin, kiss her lips, possess her and be possessed by her.

Lord... what am I doing? I try to avoid her, to find another obsession, but just a brush of her hand makes me forget all but her.

Tonight, at least, I can think a bit more clearly, in the cold pure air of the grounds. My light-headedness for once isn't due to her white hands on my chest but to a muggle cigarette. My head hurts... stars twirling in a sea of red, of her red hair, drives me crazy.

The eye of the hurricane passes as I hear a sound and turn to her small frame. I can feel my sanity slipping a little more away as my eyes roam over her lithe body. She is leaning on the wall, eyes glazed behind her dark red hair, a glimpse of fair skin at her neck, her soft breasts enclosed in a damned Gryffindor uniform, that dratted skirt, her legs. Breathing becomes harder, and as I look in her eyes and see the same desperation I feel, I give in once more to the addiction I bear.

My hands bury in her gorgeous hair and I desperately kiss her, looking for some sense in her mouth, in her blouse, in her skirt. Reason slips away into her cleavage, disappears in the curve of her waist and her smooth thighs. I deserve this I realize. This torture, this constant ache, I asked for it. Like the damned follower I am I take my punishment without a word, her back against the tower, me in her, feelings and senses enhanced to a painful level. She grips my shoulders and I feel caged. I almost sob with frustration as I come in her.

When it's over I fade back to my dull ache, I fall to the ground, eyes wide with terror and sorrow, senses so mangled I don't even know if I'm on the ground as I lose my last bit of self in the night sky.

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Last installement. Thanks to all that read this, and if you want to leave a comment to help me improve my writing go for it! xx