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Chapter Five: Settle for Satin

"I guess we only settle in to what we know
I guess we always settle in, and we know.
but there is comfort in a world
where darkness is the only thing we see
and cold is all we have to breathe
where affectations keep us company,
where the lies we tell to the eyes that roll in doubt
are somehow out of our control.
we lost control."

-Alkaline Trio "Settle for Satin"

The chains dug into the sensitive flesh of Yumi's wrist as Harry dragged her down the musky smelling corridor. Occasionally, Harry pulled on the chains just to see her stumble. Finally coming to a particular door, Harry stopped and pulled Yumi inside. He relocked the chains to the wall and pulled a chair in front of her for himself to sit on.

"Hmmm…Yumi, it's a cute name, yes? Well, since you had found my secret room last year, I had to relocate. Now, I know that after this is all over you are going to try to tell people about the 'real' me, as you so put it, but no one will believe you. So that leaves us here." Despite his obvious control of the situation, Yumi rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, okay crazy bondage boy. Why would I bother to tell people about your secret? Everyone's got their secrets, yours more disturbing than most. By telling, it would give you more attention, and that is what you want isn't it? Attention not gained through something Voldemort did to you? But if you insist that I am going to tell, what exactly do you think you can do you stop me from telling?"

"Oh, there are many ways that I can think of that would keep you silent, some more enjoyable than others." With that he grabbed Yumi's chin and crushed his lips to hers. Forcing her lips open, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss, but Yumi still had yet to participate. Still not giving up, Harry bit down on her lower lip, causing Yumi to groan into his mouth. Satisfied with her reaction, he broke the kiss, smiling down at her disgusted look.

"Why the look? I heard you moan. You were enjoying it."

"Ha! Yeah right! You fuckin' bit my lip! I groaned from pain not pleasure, you freak!" Yumi screamed at him, tasting the blood on her lip. With a sigh, Harry replied,

"I guess that means we'll have to keep trying until I get you to moan in pleasure, begging for more." Her eyes stared into the emerald eyes in front of her. Exactly how long did he intend to keep her there for?

Ara was just about ready to puke as Draco stroked her cheek. He was so arrogant at times, infuriating her the more it showed. If not for the shackles, she would have punched him out long ago. Luckily, she still had her power over fire and if things got really bad, she could always kick him in the groin as a last resort. Ara was interrupted from her thoughts as Draco positioned himself on top of her so he was straddling her.

"What's on your mind? Dirty thoughts, I hope." He asked, smirking. Ara growled in response, turning him on even more. Ara's eyes widened in confusion as Draco removed a thin strip of cloth from his pocket. Folding the cloth, her eyes widened as she realized what its intended purpose was. But before she could voice her thoughts, Draco had the cloth in her mouth, tied behind her head. Draco looked at the incredulous look on her face, his excitement growing even more. No matter how hard she tried Ara could not speak, her voice effectively silenced by the gag. Through the cloth, she attempted to yell at him, but it only came out as nonsense sounds. Draco moved his hand into Ara's hair, his other making its way up her shirt. If looks could kill, Draco would have been maimed twice over by the look on Ara's face.

Using her hair as a handle, he pulled it to the side, exposing her pale neck. Draco leaned closer, inhaling Ara's unique cinnamon and cinder smell. Without any warning, he lowered his mouth to her neck and began sucking on her delicate skin, nipping her with his teeth occasionally. Pleased with the mark he now had on her, he licked his handiwork. The hand underneath her shirt had proceeded to unclasp her bra, giving Draco free access to her exposed breasts. Draco proceeded to torture her by kneeding her breasts gently. Feeling the pleasure begin to build up from his actions, Ara had to reason with herself that the only reason he was doing this was because he was a man whore in order for her to not give in to his actions. Letting the hand in her hair drop, Draco trailed that hand down her arm, to rest on the top of her skort. Flicking his fingers over her sensitive nipple, Draco managed to distract her enough that she hadn't even noticed his other hand. On the other hand, Ara nearly screamed from the pleasure he was inflicting on her, she had given up fighting him a long time ago, giving in to the sensations he was inflicting. So lost in the pleasurable sensations, she failed to notice Draco's other hand going under the waistline of her skort, the hand that was now in her panties.