Chapter 9

~Chimera~

a/n: got my first negative review. It was bound to happen. And, since we all know that the majority of negative reviews are anonymous, I guess I'll just have to answer it here. (The next part is an answer to the review, if you do not wish to read it, then just skip the bold part.)

I'm really sorry you feel that way 'Errr' and believe me, I'm thankful for the review. It won't change this story. But it was a nice debate; I like to figure things out.

My chapters could be shorter, as seen in chapter 2 of this story (I could have made them all like that). I honestly cannot find that loophole (that is, if you aren't referring to the bits and pieces I leave out so it could all come together at the end, but all stories have those, so I'm guessing "no"?) you're talking about, and that's because my stories are never complex enough to have a complicated plot, they mostly revolve around a maximum of 2 ideas, emotional ones at that, the questions that I want readers to try to answer have a different answer for everyone of you, that is what I want from it, if you do not like this type of writing then I'm sorry. And even though I'm sure you didn't mean it, I really liked the comparison you made, it sounds abstract and mysterious, not what I aimed for, but something interesting nonetheless. If you hate my story then why did you get to chapter 8? Stop reading stories you hate, you'll waste your time, and it's precious, there are so many other good stories out there that you could have read, there are 3000 words in this story, so you could have read a really good one shot in that time. I'm not too lazy to write proper chapters, yes, I am lazy in my day-to-day life. I've always been, but writing is the thing I do when I take a break from everything else, and like everything else I do, I try to do it properly. I tried to add things but they wouldn't fit with my idea of this story. It is my decision how I wish to arrange this story (I could have made it a oneshot and that's that, but I didn't, this is how I wanted it) as it is your decision to read or not to read it. All of the above have been explained in my other chapters, but, even though they were short, you probably skipped the a/n, which makes my explaining this useless since you probably won't read it (and if you did read it. Why did you come back, given the fact that you hate my story?).

I entered my room, after him, of course, I, a muggle born, couldn't expect courtesy from a Malfoy. The chamber was dark and cold, as was my mood. He flicked his wand, making the candles that floated above my room come to life. I hated them. They reminded me of Hogwarts.

He sat down in the sole armchair, the one that I would use as my refuge in my breaks, the one I would curl up into with a stray book and a cup of horrible coffee. His legs parted as he took a lazy stance, his head leaning on his thumb and forefinger, smirking mockingly at me.

I held my lips tightly shut, it wouldn't do to anger him more. I just had to survive the night.

'Talk to me, Granger'

'About?'

'How many guys have you fucked?'

'four' I answered without delay.

'keeping count?'

(a/n: I wrote an email about an hour ago to someone, in english, and while writing it, I felt nostalgic, thinking I haven't done so in English in a looong time, so I decided to write something and since this is the most reviewed story…)

I didn't answer him. I didn't want to tell him that "keeping count" made me more human, kept me saner. That would be showing weakness and I couldn't have that in front of Malfoy.

'Fine, don't answer, I see your status has degraded your brain more than anything' he threw me a lascivious look while I kept myself from throwing something at him. 'I guess it's a lot easier for us, god knows you used to think too much' the words came out whispered, as though they were a secret, maybe he hadn't meant for me to hear him. Unfortunately for him I did, and more so, he'd be sad to find out that my brain still worked at its full capacity, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Better he think I'm stupid and underestimate me.

There was a pregnant pause in which he just stood there, watching me, while I just stood there, trying not to. I was trying to detach myself as much as possible, but somehow, the fact that it was Malfoy, and maybe precisely the fact that he stood there, watching me silently, letting my fear simmer, instead of cutting right to the chase, had me on edge.

To some degree I felt more emotional than I had with any of my past "lovers" and I wasn't stupid enough not to realise that it was exactly what he wanted. And while I hated myself for doing it, I couldn't stop. I felt dirtier than ever before.

Nothing of what I felt was even bordering on sexual, but merely the fact that I felt something while desperately wanting not to, made me lose my mind. And as I looked at him sitting there, waiting patiently, something Malfoy was not known for, I knew that was exactly what he wanted. He knew how to play me perfectly, and that scared me more than anything.

He finally flicked him wand and a glass of water appeared between us. It stood floating in mid air. I could almost feel the magic radiating from it. I missed magic so much. He smirked slightly, and I realised he knew what I had been thinking. I composed myself and awaited his next move. He stood, making me stretch my neck. He took out a vial from his robes and placed it in my line of vision.

'do you know what it is?' he asked, unscrewing the small vial. It had a clear liquid in it, and, as soon as he opened it, I could feel the temperature of the room going up, while my skin tingled and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. It was a very potent…

'Aphrodisiac'

'my, my, you amaze me granger. Potions wasn't your best subject, I always bested you there'

I watched him as he flicked his wand again. The glass moved closer. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

'what are you doing?'

'you didn't really think I wouldn't come prepared. After all, you're the biggest prude I know, granger.'

And then his other hand approached the glass. He poured the vial into it.

'drink'

'no'

'don't make me force you'

his voice was low and menacing. My shaky hands grabbed the glass. I could fight this off. I didn't want to feel anything. I knew that either way I would have sex with him, but I wanted to be able to detach myself from it. I closed my eyes and drank it all at once. When I tried to open them again, I found myself unable to see. I raised my hands and felt the silky blindfold he'd put over my eyes.

'leave it'

I shivered at his voice. Was the potion that potent?

I suddenly felt a hand over my neck. His fingers were perfectly smooth, the skin of a man that had never had to do any manual labour. The only roughness I could feel was on his middle finger, the one that every wizard had, from holding a wand. Said hand slowly went down my skin, until he spread his palm on my chest. I could feel my heart beating erratically under the pressure of his hand. Damn him and his potion, was all I could think, before he took it away. I stood there, waiting for what felt like hours, for his next move. Everything on me burned, I felt suffocated.

Then his hand cupped my ass and pulled me flush against his body in a swift move. I yelped and shivered, trying to pull back. I felt him chuckle against my cheek. Anger rose up in me, I could feel my skin tingeing. But I didn't know if it was from anger or the lust potion, anymore.

He pulled me up and wrapped my legs around him. the bulge in his pants fitting ironically perfect between them. My back hit the wall, making me voluntarily expel the air out of my lungs. His hands found my breasts at the same time I took a large breath of air. His smell was something I wasn't used to, and something I desperately didn't want to get accustomed to. But it was addicting and powerful, why hadn't I felt it before?

He never did try to kiss me on the lips, and I was more than grateful for that. He also had the decency to stay quiet the whole time. I expected him to throw various degrading remarks at me, and somehow that would have made me feel better, somehow it would have made me realize who the man I was currently fucking really was. But because the only thing I could hear was our laboured breathing, and the only thing I could feel was smooth, taunt, hot skin perfectly rubbing against my own, I lost myself. Coupled with the potion, I found myself desperately clinging to him as I came.

'It's shocking what the human mind is capable of, is it not, Granger?' I looked at him while pulling a robe on and tightly securing it.

'What are you talking about?'

He threw me the best of his smirks while zipping up his trousers.

'I never did give you a lust potion'

'What?'

he took out a vial from his pocket and swirled it around.

'I changed the vials when you weren't looking. The other one was water.'

a/n: leave a review, even a bad one, I like to answer reviews, and if you don't want everyone to see my answer to it, then you can leave it not anonymously, I won't go and give you bad ones in return or something like that.