Dark: 11th chap. Plz review & hope u like it.
Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue.
Italics – thoughts
"..." – speaking
Chapter 11... Forgiveness
It was half an hour after curfew already, and Iris wasn't near ready to go back to Slytherin. She had been walking for at least one hour, and yet, she wasn't tired.
What she wanted the most was to talk to Ten, to say Draco wasn't an ally; quite the contrary, he was probably the spy. But at the moment, she needed to calm down. The girl was sure she'd snap at her friend if her emotions kept running high.
Betrayal, hurt, confusion... Along with so many others. How could I not see it? How could I trust him so? What the hell was I thinking!
After walking a few more steps, her rage wasn't letting her see much of where she was heading to. Therefore, it wasn't very surprising that Iris hit someone on her way, making both she and whoever else it was fall over. "Will you watch where you're going!" she snapped immediately. It could have been Lord Voldemort she had just smacked into, but she wouldn't act in any other way.
"Care to tell me just what did I do wrong?" a distant voice, a familiar one sounded, "I was calling for you, you didn't answer and now you just snap at me?"
Propping herself up in her elbows from where she lay, her silver narrowed eyes looked up into the lightly frowning features of her best friend. "Oh. Ten... sorry..."
"Is something wrong? Shouldn't you be back in Slytherin?" a sudden concern was on her sapphire blue eyes. She was just coming back from Gryffindor Tower, to meet her on her way, looking furious. And as usual, she wasn't wrong.
"There's something very, very wrong, I assure you. We've been trusting a spy." Her face was gloomy, her mood not better.
"What!" her eyes widened. Quickly getting up and helping her friend to her feet, Ten listened to every word the other had previously heard.
"And without hesitating, he said his loyalty belonged to them! To Voldemort and to the Death Eaters!" the black haired witch finished rather angrily, pacing back and forth, still fuming, "I can't believe it... I don't know why I went so soft when he told me he loved me... Yeah right, and I stupidly said I loved him too!"
"Don't blame it on you, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know." Catching a hold of her wrist, the heiress made her stop. "Go back to your dorms. Close the balcony. Change password. I'll have to go see Grandfather." Her voice was no longer light, but laced with worry. What mission? What had Dra- Malfoy to report back to Lucius? I'm starting not to like this. At all. With that, she turned on her heels, heading back to the headmaster's office.
Behind her back, a single tear escaped the normally cold silver eyes, It is my fault. Always will be. My feelings won't change, Ten. I... still love him.
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In the next day, Sunday, no one saw the Slytherin Prince. The portrait at his door wouldn't say anything as usual and remained closed all day. Nor did its resident answered anyone.
"What did your Grandfather say?" Iris asked carelessly through the middle of their Transfiguration homework.
"That he'd be more careful with him. He wasn't really surprised, but then again, whatever you say, he's never surprised." Glancing over at her, she saw the strange coldness of the silver hues. Hope she's ok...
The rest of the day came and went, almost unnoticed to Iris. Homework and essays were all done and revised for once as she retreated back to her own room. It was only around half past six, but the young girl was in no mood to go over to the Great Hall and have dinner. Which left her best friend to pass said time with the Golden Trio instead.
"I knew it! It was way too good to be true." after hearing what the heiress had to said about the matter, Ron sent a glare in the direction of the Slytherin table, Malfoy still no where to be seen. In his usual place, sat Pansy, looking smug. "Pff... Malfoy... Like father, like son. Everything they touch turns to- Ouch!" he glanced over at Hermione, who had just pinched his arm.
"You better be careful then. When's your next Quidditch practise?" also sending a brief look over at the green and silver population, the owner of the bright green orbs looked back at her again.
Ten smiled softly, "No need to watch over me. I can take good care of myself. I never feared Malfoy, or Lucius. That won't change now. Besides, I'm always with my wand nearby, and even if I'm not, I'm able to perform a few wandless spells."
"Really? We'll only learn that on seventh year for what I've heard." Hermione took the chance to change subject.
"Can't do everything without my wand, but most of it, yeah. Iris is also like that." Stopping herself from speaking about other certain abilities both she and her friend had, her blue eyes trailed over the Slytherin table yet again, none of the two teens she wanted to find were there.
"Oh and... speaking of Iris.. She was quite fond of the Ferret, wasn't she?" Ron's annoyed voice from before had softened slightly. Both he and Iris weren't really friends, but he didn't seem to think of her what he thought about Malfoy, and that was saying something.
"They were together. And she had feelings for him. Still does, if you want my opinion." The concern from the day before when she found her was in her eyes again, "Not that I blame her." Under the table, one of her hands rested over Harry's, unnoticed.
"Deep feelings, even if they aren't answered, are always hard to forget."
"You got that right, Hermione."
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In the next day, Monday morning, everyone couldn't help but feel a slight déjà-vu...
"Get out of my seat, Pansy."
"But Draco, I- What do you think you're doing!" Pansy quickly got up as the blonde boy fisted her hair harshly, pulling her out of 'his seat'.
Draco pulled her close to him by her hair, not caring about her protests, "That is my seat you've been sitting on." He growled quietly at her ear before pushing her away, almost making her lose her own balance.
Sending him a last look, she sat back down a few seats away, muttering under her breath, "Someone has been dumped, huh..."
His grey eyes sent her his usual glare, "Better keep your mouth shut, Parkinson, or I won't mind doing that myself." Snapping his fingers, a small dark flame appeared in the palm of his hand. At her startled expression, he smirked, quickly making it disappear before any of the teachers noticed it. Dark Arts allowed you a great deal of power, that much the Dark Lord was right.
"Umm... We can say he... went back to his old self, huh..." Ron blinked a few times as the rest of the Slytherins snickered at Pansy and others put some more distance between themselves and Malfoy.
In his eyes, there was no emotion, nothing to read, as Ten soon found out. Rolling her eyes, she got up. He's in a bad mood... Don't know why, it was all his fault. She started walking towards her first class, Potions. If everything was somewhat better, Iris should be there.
By the time she and the Golden Trio arrived to the Potions classroom, they found Iris leaning against the wall, sulking.
"Iris?"
"He didn't let me change partners. And he got me detention tonight." The silver eyed girl nodded towards the closed door, "I'm going to skip his class."
"I know you must be upset, but are you-" the heiress stopped herself as she looked into her friend's eyes, "I'll borrow you my notes later."
The other smiled, "Thank you. For everything."
"Don't worry about it. After yesterday, you do need a break. Why don't you go ride Onyx for a bit?"
"Maybe I will." A more pleasant smile curved her rosy lips, "See you guys later."
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The day passed slowly, calmly. Through the rest of it, where she wasn't partners in class with the young Malfoy, Iris sat as near from Ten as possible, for once concentrating on her notes. And like she had done in the weekend, a few minutes after curfew, she went out to walk aimlessly around the castle.
The witch let her senses extend this time; if someone was near, she would know, since they would react to the person's own magical aura. Stopping for a single moment, her eyes glanced over to a dark corner near the ceiling. Her eyes narrowed, her head tilting to the side. I don't see anything... But it's almost as if I feel something there-
"I love you."
Taking out her wand more in reflex than anything else, she turned around on her heels, her eyes locking with stormy grey orbs almost immediately. Her sudden defensive move halted as she saw Draco for the first time after he had talked to his father.
He was paler, if that was even possible, dark rings under his eyes. One look at his mercury eyes said he was angry, his hands turned to fists at his sides, his body language vague, standing a few feet away from her.
As their eyes locked, he stepped forwards angrily and, if she wanted to be honest with herself, she would admit she was scared. As she got ready to take a step back at their closeness, Draco stopped, barely inches away from her.
"I love you." He repeated, his voice lowered to a whisper, barely audible. Her breath hitched in her throat.
"Lies don't take you anywhere, Malfoy. Get away from me." Her own voice had adopted his tone. Her only mistake was the trembling in the last sentence. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the clench of his jaw.
Before she could react, her back connected harshly against the nearest wall, one of his hands pinning both her wrists above her head. Fear danced in her eyes, her struggle to remain calm stopping abruptly at the anger and hurt she saw reflecting in his eyes.
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The tip of the quill hovered over the parchment, a drop of black tint falling onto it silently, unnoticed by its owner. Blue eyes looked up from the Transfiguration homework, unfocused. Not a second after, they hardened as Ten got up. "She's in trouble."
From beside her, also laying down on the scarlet covers of the bed, Harry's green eyes looked up in confusion to her. "Who's in trouble?"
"Iris." The heiress hurriedly snapped her fingers, her jumper and cloak returning to her, eyes now closed in concentration, "East Wing... Third floor... Where are we?"
"Err, North Wing. Seventh Floor." Putting the cork in both the tint bottles of their homework, he also got up, "But how can you tell she's in trouble?"
"Think of it as a twins' bond. We know about each other's pain, emotions and distress." With another snap of her fingers, the door of the room opened, "Will you come along or rather stay?"
"I'm used to breaking rules." Throwing on a cloak, he followed her.
A smile curved her lips briefly, "Thought so. Come on."
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"Please..." it wasn't a whisper even, just the desperate movement of her pale lips now, her mind far too scared to even let her talk and act normally. "Please don't..." The knowledge that she could easily hurt him with her powers wasn't on her irrational thoughts; all she wanted was to lock herself inside a room with Ten comforting her, if possible.
"Don't what?" his eyes narrowed to mere slits, "Don't what, Iris? Hurt you, rape you?" at the first question, his hold on her wrists tightened even more, at the second, he pressed their bodies together.
Her eyes closed tightly, a silent whimper escaping her. "Please let me go..."
"Open your eyes." She did as she was told, more by fear than by anything else. But the scared silver hues did not dare looking into his own orbs. She was trembling. Almost unconsciously, his voice softened ever so slightly, "What do you see?"
Along with all the other emotions shining clearly in her eyes, confusion found its way into them, "Wh-What?"
His free hand was lifted. Her reaction was immediate; her body recoiled as much as it could into the wall, which wasn't much, since she was pressed against it in the first place, her face turned away to the side in fear, eyes shut tightly.
But the pale hand just ran over her cheek ever so gently, ever so lightly touching her skin, "Do you see a rapist? Am I ripping your clothes off of you and taking you against your will?" She seemed to have completely blocked everything out. At her lack of response, his eyes narrowed. The once caressing hand wrapped tightly around her slender neck, "Answer me!"
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"Come on..." Ten's patience was by a thread. The stairs had been cursed to annoy her, that was her only explanation. Every time she needed them the most, they decided to change just then, which was what was happening right now.
"We're almost there. This is the forth floor. Is she ok?" Harry looked over at her, noticing the ever so light wrinkling of her forehead, the concern in her usual cheerful blue eyes.
"She's scared. Awfully scared of something. I can almost reach out and feel it." The heiress shook her head, "Something's definitely wrong now. Before, I just felt slight fear, but mostly anger. This is different." They finally got out of the moving stairs before they changed yet again.
"Think it's Malfoy?"
A sigh escaped her, "I'm afraid so. I was hoping he'd keep his distance... But guess he wanted a talk with her, no interruptions."
He nodded, "I see. We'll just have to wish we don't arrive too late."
As they both broke into a run, her head bowed, That's what I'm doubting. The only other time she was like this was after Grandfather brought her from Malfoy Manor. And if that's the case...
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A whimper escaped her, a strangled and whispered "No." following it. Her eyes were wide eyed again, but still didn't dare a look into his. Iris knew the reason why she was this scared of him. Both he and his father were just the same. Whatever one could do, the other could as well. Maybe Lucius knew a few things more about torture, but other than that... That wasn't the main reason. The worst thing... What she hated herself to admit it... Was that she truly loved him. Despite him being the responsible for her emotional pain. And now, physical.
"And a murderer?" he continued calmly in the same tone he was previously using, loosening his hold ever so lightly. Her breathing came in short desperate gasps, slightly longer than her previous ones.
The sudden anger flashing through his eyes again alerted her that she had still to answer. Another choked "No." came out from her throat.
"And..." his tone softened further; seemingly he was calmer, "Do you see a Death Eater?"
The girl bit her lip inwardly. The Draco she knew wasn't a Death Eater, only had the Mark, but this Draco.. Could they really be the same? "No..."
"Yes you do." The hand at her neck was pulled away, much to her relief. The calm tone still lingered, which was unnerving her. His other hand freed her wrists as he took two steps back. "As much as I'd like that answer to be true, it's not. Both me and you know that."
Having no answer to that and still far too scared of what he could do, she remained silent.
Strangely, Draco smiled ever so softly, "I'm not who you think I am, Iris. I'm darkness, you're light. I'm corrupted, you're pure..." his eyes lowered, "I'm branded, owned... You're free to do as you wish."
"Whatever do you mean?" her voice showed off her trembling, her fear, but now that he had put some distance between them, she felt slightly braver, her nerve returning to her.
He pulled back his left sleeve, the Dark Mark very much visibly even in the semi dark environment, "This. The proof I was sold. Sold like a bunch of bloody jewellery. Its implication... It's what my father calls a duty. What I call a cruel joke." His right hand covered the tattoo, eyes hardening, "And I hate that. I'm Draco Malfoy... no one owns me... No one has the right to."
"That's true... And I understand how you are feeling, but... together... All of us... We could help you, Draco. You don't have to do this alone." Her hand reached out to him.
His eyes glazed over as he looked at her hand, whispering, "It's not that simple..." his hand flexed, itching, craving to meet hers. Still, he knew her promise was a fake one, an empty one, even if she was so sure it was true. He was in too deep now to be helped. But then again, he did trust her, even if she didn't feel the same way. Not for now at least.
Iris clenched her jaws in frustration, her fear long forgotten. He was no longer dangerous. Quite the contrary, he was fragile. "You are the one who keeps thinking it's complicated. But Dumbledore knows. He'll protect you. In exchange for your cooperation, your help."
"I just... said it to protect you... Anything, anything I said that night, I said it for love." He opted not to say anything about her statement. It would cause fewer questions. Both in his mind and in hers. I can't tell her the whole truth... Not right now. I'd be betraying the little trust she still has in me. I don't want to risk that. He decided he would give in, let her hear the words she so wanted to hear. For now. Was he being far too selfish for wanting to be with her for a while longer? This was no time to linger in the grey. It was white or black, light or darkness. It was quite obvious to which side they belonged to.
But was she that blind over her so called feelings for him? If that was it, then his first opinion of such feelings was correct; they were nothing but a weakness. Keeping someone away from reality like that... But like he decided, for now he'd let her live in that lie. Didn't they say to enjoy the good things till they're over? Even if he was going to be the responsible for such a thing. Such a tragedy. Such a carnage.
Though those eyes of hers, haunted, but still with a tad of innocence... Innocence he had lost long ago... They kept him going. But they also were the main reason to his distress. Every time he was a step closer to succeed in his mission, they came into his mind, glaring at him hurtfully, betrayal and disbelief the main emotions in them.
The blond shook his head, getting rid of his never ending thoughts. Her small hand was still outstretched. He allowed his own hand to reach out for hers. Just as they intertwined their fingers together, hurried footfalls were heard.
Ten soon came into view, followed by an out of breath Harry. Her nostrils flared as the oxygen was shoved harshly into her lungs, her lips in a snarl, eyes glinting dangerously, glaring at the boy in front of her as she hissed quietly, "Let her go." Something was wrong... The normal arrogant eyes of his were hiding something important.
"Ten, it's ok. He's ok." Iris's other hand reached up, meeting her own, his pale, larger one between them, marking a sharp contract. Showing to be braver in her countenance than how she really felt, her feet took three steps towards him, making her body stand mere inches away from his. In her eyes, there was relief, relief that might be clouded over because of her feelings.
Both the blue eyed girl and the boy behind her frowned almost at the same time, their features clearly saying "yeah, right". Slowly, their wands were lowered.
If you do know what you are doing... Ten sent her thought into Iris's mind, looking over at her silently.
Said girl nodded, resting her head against the boy's chest. I do. You know me. She sighed softly as his familiar warmth calmed her. What could she do more than to give in? She didn't trust him completely just yet, but her feelings for him were undeniable. Their relationship would be a bumpy one for sure, but she knew how to take care of herself. She lived her life on the edge, this was no different. When the time came, they would see.
They would all see.
I sure hope I do, my friend.
See the mistake.
I'm positive of that, Ten.
Or see the redemption.
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A couple of days later, finally, most of things seemed to have returned to normal.
Most.
The trust that had started and grew had been broken. Ten knew that much. She was not cold towards Malfoy, though she wasn't too friendly either.
Iris acted towards him in a warmer way, her trust building up day by day again, though for all everyone knew, that was all. No more heated glances were exchanged between them when they thought the other wasn't looking. But bit by bit, even that ended up returning. Perhaps... even more intensely than before. And time passed by. Soon, too soon, it was nearing Christmas.
"I'm just saying... Wasn't you who said he was a spy?" between dark blue and blood red dresses in Madam Malkin's store, Ten's voice rang out quietly to the other witch over the other side, checking out the various styles of the black and silver gowns there.
"I know that, but he said that to protect me. If he hesitated, his father would suspect something was up." A black head appeared over the railings, followed soon enough by sparkling silver orbs, "Right?
...Not really, if you want me to be honest. This had always been the hardest part. Every time the conversation turned to this issue, the answer was just the same, even though mechanical. "Guess that's true." And just as painful to the heiress to be lying to her best friend. But she knew how happy the other was. Even if Malfoy was just playing. She had tried to talk to her, true, but she refused to listen. Just like now. All she could do was wait for the best and be there when the time came. She sighed deeply. One of the dresses caught her attention though. Not navy blue or dark red, but a sparkling light blue colour.
The design was simple, but then again it might be that reason why she liked it in the first place. It went around the neck, the endings tumbling down her back, nestling over her spine if she opted not to cut them. The collar dipped a bit lower than what she was used to, showing a bit more of skin, but she had seen worst before. Till her ribs, the dress was perfectly normal, but as she soon found out, near her abdomen, it had a cut. If she did buy this one, as she walked, the seemingly innocent cut would show the skin near her navel. Exploring the dress robes further, it stopped just above the knee, though to the right side it had a slit coming till one or two inches above her mid thigh. A bit too revealing, I think... It was also backless.
"That one's gorgeous... Brings out your eyes in my opinion." Iris winked at her as she came into view, a shimmering black dress dangling from her arms, almost changing colours depending on the light shining down on it, "Harry will sure faint when he sees you."
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, soon accompanied by a faint blush, "Thanks, I guess... Though isn't it too revealing or something?"
An arm was draped over her shoulders as her friend leaned in. The words that would surely follow in a whisper would sound like the juiciest secret of all, as usual, "Ten, revealing a bit of skin here and there is not being naked, you know. It's all about a game of seduction, where you have to have a strategy. Clothing serves to intensify desire if you wish it to, drawing appreciative stares to specific areas of the body. You see..." a devious glint was in her eyes, "Naked is not nearly as tantalizing as nearly naked." Bright blue eyes turned to give her an incredulous look.
"What the heck have you been reading this time!"
The black haired witch chuckled, "I'm serious! Now... If you show a bit of skin here and a bit more there, while teasing the bystanders with the skin still covered... They soon won't resist you."
The heiress laughed quietly, "You know perfectly well I don't really care about being a temptress or something of the kind, girl."
"Nor am I saying you do. But you know..." a feminine look was switched between them.
"And how's your dress?"
"A bit tempting, I'd say." Stretching it out, the sheepish reason behind her voice was comprehensive. The dress, or the piece of clothe, as some would rather call it, had the same collar her own had, though the part between it and the subtle cut it had, Iris's did not have. The sparkling collar dipped low, the cut leaving the skin of her stomach bare till her navel, two single straps crisscrossing to keep both sides together on the chest. It obviously reached the ankles, but while hers had a slit in one side, this one had two, coming up almost till the hip or so it seemed. As the girl turned the dress to see its back, it was not backless though. Till the small of her back, it was transparent, the material of it silky to the touch, black. Not an inch of her back would be showing.
"Tempting, huh..." Ten copied her former devious look, "You're not cunning, you're evil."
Unexpectedly, a faint blush covered the other's cheeks, "You think he'll like it?"
The brown haired girl smiled reassuringly, "Nope. I'm sure he will."
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The part of arriving a few minutes after the ball started, the fashionable arrival like some called it, had now been finally done. Since in the Halloween Ball, the things hadn't gone so well... The point was, with such an entrance, everyone would turn to see who was late. The Slytherin royalty, Prince and Princess.
"Could only be them..." Ten chuckled quietly. The boy beside her looked over at her.
"Weren't you suspicious of him?"
"Oh, I still am. I'm positive he's up to something now. His... mission. But it will not be right now, we still have time. Malfoy was concerned about his looks tonight, I know that much. And so, he wanted to impress Iris. Meaning, nothing bad is going to happen."
"And who am I to doubt you." Harry tilted his head to the side, banging it gently against hers.
She let out a quiet giggle, "Exactly. In New Year's Eve, I'm going to do patrolling with him. I'll find out then."
His eyes looked over at her sideways, "Be careful." The tone of his voice was obviously hinting that he'd rather go with her.
Smiling at his concern, she rested one hand on top of his, "I will. Don't worry. I'll be ready if something happens."
The look still remained, but the Boy Who Lived did not pressure her about it, "And I trust you on that. What do you say to a dance?"
The heiress looked up from the discreet table they were sitting at. The atmosphere of the Great Hall was perfect for one to be having a nice talk with a crush without them knowing. The environment was semi dark, not dark enough to make anyone squint, but not bright enough to let people see each other's faces more than a few feet away. The only place where there was a lot of light than the rest was the large dance floor where no one was in just yet. Even the school grounds had candles floating here and there to give out a romantic setting.
"Seems like everyone is waiting for some couple to start dancing, despite the music already playing, huh." She got up, careful with her dress robes, smoothing them down over her pale thighs. "So let us go and teach them." Pulling his hand, she made her way into the dance floor, feeling quite a few stares on her. Blushing lightly and glad for the feeble light of the place once again, her hand let go of his as her arms came up to wrap around his neck.
His own cheeks were faintly pinkish, not that she noticed that either. Almost shyly, his hands rested over her waist lightly, as their hips moved to the beat of the soft song.
"Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you..."
His green orbs fluttered open at her soft words, almost a mere whisper. It took him two seconds to finally connect the calm tone of her voice with the song that had just begun.
"I am nothing more than to see you there."
Her own sapphire hues looked up, locking with his, keeping him there, as if forbidding him to even try to look away. He'd swear to the whole world if they asked him, but he knew the most pleasant death for him would be drowning in those sky blue eyes.
"And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn."
Ever so briefly, her eyes looked away, and just as fast, they turned back to his. If one blinked, that small motion would be missed.
"If only night can hold you where I can see you, my love
Then let me never ever wake again."
Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady and calming beating of his heart. Iris's relationship was not the only one in an unsteady path. Harry Potter, their saviour... Saviour, but who could assure her he would live to tell the story? That he would succeed in escaping Lord Voldemort yet again? That question, no one, not even he, could lay her worry to rest.
All that could crumble in a flash of bright emerald green, killing whatever was in its path. The life of her lover. His heart. Her heart. His beautiful eyes. The happiness in hers.
And it all depended of one single person's wish to attack or not. The one person who had destroyed her lover's happiness as a child.
Voldemort.
"And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn."
Almost as if feeling her inner distress, the strong arms holding her tightened, pulling her closer, the feeling of safety and warmth doing having that particular effect of reassuring her, one which she never understood why, but appreciated it nonetheless.
"Somehow I know that we can't wake again from this dream
It's not real, but it's ours
Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn."
Those bright eyes of her would close, long dark lashes brushing over the skin of her cheek bones as a feather would, her hair covering her features as her chin dropped down. Her long dark brown locks were loose for once, stopping a few inches above her mid back, shorter since the style she chose to wear half curled them.
"Maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn."
The words had all been uttered softly, only for him to hear, the last ones slowly fading as if they were a delicate whisper captured by the gentle breeze passing by.
The feeling behind her words didn't go unnoticed to the raven haired boy. His thoughts weren't very different from her own. She wasn't the only one afraid. Wizard duelling was when emotions ran high, everything counted, there could not be any form of distraction.
In a relationship, however... In the war they were all fearing would come far too soon, before he had met her personally, talked to her more than just a simple greeting, he couldn't care less if he died or not, as long as his parents were avenged.
As long as Voldemort paid for what he did.
But she came along. She lightened up the sudden dark depression that had taken a tight hold of him after his godfather's death. He laughed beside her, he had fun with her, he loved her.
The battle field would be different. The last thing Harry wanted was to lose her in such a way. Voldemort had already taken so much of his life; he doubted he would bear to know Ten died in the final confrontation between him and the Dark Lord.
Yet, this one night, that place, that moment, was theirs. The tension, the stress, the concern for the other's safety at the Death Eaters' presence ebbed away.
Her head lifted from his chest again, delicate eyelids opening, as if someone had slowed down the flow of time just to let him to memorize every detail of the mere seconds that it happened. The edge of her irises, indigo in their colour, just a tinge darker than the dominating sapphire blue, was shown to his own light eyes, followed by the emotions written in them, no barrier, no shield to try to hide them away, love being the main one in the bottomless depths that were her eyes, followed closely by deep caring. For him. Both, for him.
Ironic, it was; what he craved the most through his short life, certainly not the unwanted fame for his stunt against Voldemort which price was the death of his parents, was found in the breathtaking view of her clear eyes, unrestrained and completely free for his own hues to see.
The gentle tilt of her head backwards let the sight of her glittering lips to join that of her eyes'. Despite the faint light, even back at their table, they had glinted in an almost enticing way, while she spoke calmly, quietly, the thought that that single tone was being used only for him the one thing that kept his mind on focusing on her words to let them form logical sentences, stopping the attention he was giving by watching the disguised perfection and beauty of her soft and gentle features.
In response, even if it was an unconscious act on his part, his tongue slipped out to run over his upper lip.
That single motion, innocent looking for anyone watching, made her eyelids drop discreetly, the light colour of her orbs darkening ever so lightly, barely noticeable. Her hands, resting at the back of his neck, often twirling a few strands of his hair around one of her fingers, moved to rest over his strong shoulders, the heels of her sandals allowing their heights to be differenced by just three or four inches. Feeling his arms making the distance between their bodies practically vanish, she leaned forwards, capturing his lips in hers in a gentle kiss. In unison, their eyes drifted close.
The couples at the sidelines smiled among themselves as they joined the two teenagers, not that they noticed that. This one night, that place, that moment, was theirs. In their world, the one they created. Among the Light and the Darkness, it stood its ground, unaffected by both sides.
At the back of both their minds, they knew that that comfortable thought, that lie bathed in a flimsy veil of truth, would come to an end obviously. Once he came. Once he decided to take action. Once he thought would be the time where they were most fragile.
Lord Voldemort.
Once he reappeared, it would all be gone, all that they worked for, their new found balance in life. They all had to be ready for anything the Dark Lord might throw at them and still stay strong. But not tonight, not now.
This one night at least, was theirs. Would always be theirs.
The kiss was broken as gently as it had started, their eyes reopening in slow motion. One of her hands trailed down his arm, intertwining their fingers. Giving him a small smile, the lightest blush tainting her cheeks, the heiress led him towards the school grounds.
The grass was as green as it could possibly get, slightly damp from the dew and twinkling just as much as the stars above them in the velvety black blanket of the night sky. Their feathery touch tickled the sensitive skin of her almost bare ankles, only covered by a thin silver strap of her sandals. A quiet giggle could not be stopped from escaping her lips.
He glanced over at her, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. Dressed in black shoes, a silky black cloak with golden rimming, an emerald green shirt and black trousers, it was obvious that he did not felt the gentle caress on his bare skin.
They slowed their pace as they both spotted the lake. Along the shore, separated by a few feet in distance, there were some kind of bright white lights, their shine seeming almost ethereal, giving the normally black waters a nearly angelic glow.
Hand in hand, they both stopped under a large old oak tree, Harry's back leaning against its trunk as his arms brought her closer, the slight cold chill of a December's night disappearing as his warmth surrounded her, invading her senses in a comforting way.
Brushing her hair away from her face and taking the chance to run his fingers through the silky tresses, his lips left a whisper of a kiss upon her forehead, moving to her temple to do the same.
Stopping briefly to suck on her earlobe, receiving an almost imperceptible moan in reply, his lips kissed the skin of her jaw line, giving a playful lick to her chin, awfully close to her lower lip, bringing out a quiet growl from her part as she realized the very same thing.
His lips curved into a smile. The hand on her hair went down to rest over her waist once more, as his lips descended over hers. One of her arms moved to wrap around his neck, her free hand resting over his cheek, as she kissed him back. As his tongue traced her lips, the hand resting on his shoulder fisted his robes.
Tilting her head to the side to give him a better access and allow the kiss to be deepened, the girl parted her lips invitingly. Playfully, he nipped at her lower lip before he entered her mouth with his tongue, searching for hers. At the contact, they both groaned softly at the same time.
Cursing their lungs for having to breathe, they broke the heated kiss, looking into each other's eyes, navy blue locking with forest green, darkened by passion.
His arms pulled her even closer, one hand at the back of her head, gently making her rest her cheek against his chest. A small surprised smile was on her lips as she heard his fast heartbeat, beating in time with her own.
"I love you." The three whispered words caressed the sensitive skin of her ear, making her smile widen.
"I love you too. Times infinity." She whispered back, her eyes softly closing.
Harry blinked, a similar smile on his features as he looked down at her, "Where did that came from?"
The hand on his shoulder whacked him playfully, "Be quiet. Don't ruin the moment."
He laughed quietly, "Ok, ok..."
"Oi, I said, be quiet. Besides, personal pillows don't talk." Her cheek nuzzled the material of his silky shirt, her content smile changed to an amused one.
His eyebrow quirked, "So, I'm your personal pillow?"
"Yup. You're huggable and soft enough." Ten giggled quietly.
"Right... Well, since I fill your expectations, why not." The boy chuckled in return.
"Who said you had a choice? Even if you didn't want to be, you would be." Her tone held a note that said he was being completely irrational if he doubted her.
"Oh?"
"I'm the granddaughter of Albus Dumbledore. I'm spoiled rotten by him." She grinned, "And if I want you to be my personal pillow, you will! Meh."
Not five seconds later, he was laughing and not soon after, she joined him, the whole hearted sounds drifting on the breeze of the night.
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Amused silvery blue hues glinted, their owner watching her best friend lead her lover outside, the light blue of her dress slowly darkening, until all that was left to see was two shadows walking side by side.
The blond beside her was currently glaring at three boys on the table beside theirs. They were drooling, literally, over Iris. He wasn't about to admit that all he wanted to do was rip the damn dress off her himself, but they had no right to be doing that openly.
As they felt the weight of his death glare, the three males looked over at him, searching for the source. Only to lower their eyes right after.
Draco smirked in pleasure. Much better. She was dressed to seduce perhaps, but if that was it, the show was for him and him alone. Besides... his own eyes lowered to the table they were sitting at, this might be the last night he would be able to be with her. Within the week, she would hate him with all her being. And he accepted that. What else could he do, push her away? Better let this continue while they could... While he was happy, while she was happy.
"Draco?"
At the sound of her soft voice, his silver grey eyes blinked once. Had she been saying something? He doubted, he would have heard her. At least he thought he would. Once he started delving into his thoughts, into the future, it was hard for him to lift his head from something so uncertain, so dark, and concentrate in something else.
Seeing the unfocused far away look in his eyes ebb away and a somewhat sheepish look take its place, the black haired girl chuckled, "What were you thinking so deeply about?"
His eyes closed in what he thought was a casual way, his shoulders shrugging. Afraid she would see the truth in his hues. "Nothing special. Just wondering why my father doesn't want me to go back to the Manor this Christmas." Well... that wasn't a blatant lie.
The silver in her eyes turned to ice at the mention of such a place. Just as quickly, the warmth of her bluish orbs returned. "Oh." Her hand stopped swirling the honey coloured liquid in the high glass. Lifting it to her lips, she drank, letting the butterbeer invade her tongue, down her throat, trying make her mind absorb the warmth it brought.
Draco almost slapped himself. How could he forget? That mere thought brought back memories for her, memories she obviously was not fond of, and he didn't lift a finger of blame in her direction. He looked away, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It's part of my past. Nothing more." A smile curved her lips. Telling him it would be ok. Guilt churned in his chest. It would never be ok. "We're getting quite a few stares, don't you think?"
The breath he was holding was let out, thankful for the change of subject. "I suppose so. Not that it bothers me." He getting stares from the female population wasn't surprising. He had always been calling too beautiful for his own good and if he was going to be honest with himself, he enjoyed being the center of all that attention. And much like Ten, Iris was just as beautiful, and called for just as much attention from the male part of the students and great envy from the rest of the girls.
"Can't say the same." her eyebrows furrowed together, as her eyes glared to a near boy that had winked at her. Unconsciously, her body moved closer to his, the motion making the material covering one of her breasts to give way a bit more ever so slightly, letting him see more of her skin. Instead of lightly tanned skin, a pale colour met his eyes. So the tan wasn't natural.
He turned his eyes away from the milky skin, "Makes you uncomfortable?"
The girl nodded her head, "I guess. I'm not used to, either."
An unbelieving fair eyebrow lifted, "Don't tell me that you haven't had this kind attention before."
"Not really." A faint blush painted her cheeks, "Only if I'd wear such a thing. Which I rarely do, since everything that happened makes me..." her voice trailed off as her legs crossed over one another. The movement made one of the slits of the dress to open completely, showing the skin of her long legs in an enticing way. Ten had been right; the slits almost reached her hips.
Makes you... Makes you recoil in fear that it might happen again with someone like my father. Someone like me. "I understand." Her eyes looked into his, the question 'really?' in their depths. At least in that matter, he wasn't lying to her. "Want to go for a walk, instead of being stuffed in here?"
Careful with her dress, Iris got up, "I'd love to." She turned to follow the path her friend had taken a few minutes ago. His gentle hold over her arm made her stop.
"Not on the grounds. Inside the castle. No one should be there right now." His eyes held a glint of something, something else tonight. But they held no malice, nor did his tone. She nodded, following his lead.
Exiting the Great Hall, they soon found his statement to be true. No one was in sight & barely a sound was heard. Barely. Rustling and other more specific sounds could be heard coming from a few dark corners.
The warm touch near her hip, examining the material of her dress, made her look up, her eyes locking with his smouldering gaze. Her breath hitched in her throat.
"Why did you decide to wear such a dress?"
Well... The truth... "To impress... you." Her voice was a bit uncertain. It was a bit silly on her part, she knew. Her blush reappeared as if on cue.
"And you did well, lover." A quiet gasp left her as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, both of them stopping in the middle of the corridor. His lips brushed against the lobe of her ear, making a shiver run down her spine, "Your intention had the desired effect. And so much more."
She didn't really know if he meant the other boys' attention or to... other... certain things that were making her blush deepen.
Those thoughts soon left her as she felt his cool lips glide over the skin of her neck, teasing the receptive nerves there. Feather light kisses replaced the former sensation, making her eyes drift close, her body to lean back in a submissive fashion.
He smirked against her skin at the immediate reaction. His tongue swept over the path his lips had traced just moments ago, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder. A quiet moan escaped her, which she obviously was not able to contain.
Her hand suddenly shot up, fisting his hair harshly, her head turning to look at him. Sky blue eyes looked into his instead of the lighter silvery blue ones, a flicker of lust suddenly appearing in their depths, vanishing in the next second.
The blond could not help a mischievous grin from curving his lips.
"I don't know what your touch does to me and I could care less about it. All I do know is that if you don't kiss me soon, I'd rather die." Her fingers loosened their painful hold on his soft hair as her quietly whispered words were heard.
Swiftly, he turned her around in his arms, her soft chest moulding to his own unyielding one, her curves making up for his hard contours.
Her head tilted back as his own slanted down, his lips claiming hers almost forcefully. She growled quietly at the back of her throat. That would leave her lips bruised. But as much as she wanted to fight back against his demanding lips and invert the situation, his arms kept her still, not allowing her to move much than just a few inches, as if all that was keeping him alive was the contact of their lips. Before she was able to deepen the kiss, he pulled away slowly, running his tongue over her upper lip in a silent excuse for his withdrawal.
One of his fingers hooked into the dip of the front of her dress, tickling the skin near her navel. Gently, he pulled her along, "Don't want to give a show now, do you?"
"Isn't one of my favourite things to do." The witch grinned lightly, her tongue sweeping over the upper row of her pearl white teeth.
Draco bit the tender skin of the inside of his lower lip, tasting the metallic flavour of his own blood. He would let that one slide past. "Your room?"
Much to his disappointment and following regret for saying that, she shook her head no. "Think fast, dragon." Her grin widened, as her eyes spotted a nearby broom closet, "It's too far away."
The boy quirked an eyebrow, letting his eyes follow her line of vision. They soon widened, "In there?"
A subtle tilt of her head was her short nod.
Right. A small damn stupid broom closet. That would be great, sure. Not that he hadn't done that (and he wasn't about to say that to her either), but he seriously doubted she knew what she was in for. The way she was acting said she wasn't a novice in flirting, but didn't say if she was one at this.
But then again, she only needed one small word to make him stop. If she so wanted. He took a few steps towards the closet, opening the door, "If you get uncomfortable, don't blame it on me."
"I won't." Iris followed him inside, closing the door behind her. With a flick of her wrist, whatever was filling the closet Vanished, a Silencing spell was casted as well as a Locking one. The space wasn't big, but it was enough. As soon as the door closed, they both felt the change in the air. A closed space, small as this one, and with their fast breathing, only made the air rise up, getting hotter.
Her arm wrapped around his neck as her parted lips covered his, her free hand fisting his black shirt tightly. The suddenness of the kiss made him lean back against the wall of the small room. His arms quickly wrapped around her small frame, pulling her closer, the coolness of the bare skin her dress allowed felt even through his shirt. Barely noticing so, they found themselves on the floor, Iris sitting sideways on one of his thighs, his arms still wrapped possessively around her, their upper halves not an inch apart.
They pulled back for air, looking into each other's eyes, his eyes sky blue, hers just a tinge darker. His hand trailed up her bare arm, pushing the material of the dress off one shoulder. A serious spark lighted up his eyes briefly, "Iris.. Is this even right? Forget hormones for a minute."
Her own hues darted over to his hand, "I don't have a clue. But what I do know for sure is my feelings for you. And... It feels... right."
That, he could understand. His own feelings were much the same. As wrong as he knew this was, it felt, in a strange kind of way, right. How could such feelings be denied?
Draco nodded at her statement, instead of answering. Her own reply was enough, he supposed. Letting his other hand rest over her still covered shoulder, the sparkly black clothe slipped off, pooling just above the rising of her breasts.
Baring both her shoulders only proved that she indeed wasn't wearing a bra. A feeling of déjà-vu overcame him, Like that single night... Before he could do anything else, her hands reached up, nimbly working on the buttons of his shirt.
She had seen him without a shirt before, him or another male; it wouldn't be the first time to see him take off his shirt during Quidditch practise, much to some girls' sick amusement. Yet, she didn't know if she was the only one to notice them; or to actually see them.
The pale white scars. Curse perhaps, some kind of punishment, she didn't know. A few graced the otherwise flawless skin of his chest, a couple more on his back. But in such a dark environment, here, now, her sadness for what he went through in his childhood wasn't noticeable, like said scars. Only the unfamiliar longing was felt as her hands ran over his shoulders, slipping the top off him and throwing it somewhere behind her.
Her eyes took in the sight, from his six packs, over his upper chest, and finally locking with his own eyes, slight amusement written in their depths. A smirk was etched on his lips as he kept watching her reactions, obviously enjoying her lack of experience.
The female side of her seethed at that, wanting to wipe the teasing smile off his face. Her cheeks held a faint blush tinge, her lower lip sprouting in a pout. He would see. Leaning forwards, her lips stopped just before they touched his, leaving a silent unfulfilled promise in the air. Brushing ever so lightly over his jaw line, they finally kissed the skin of his neck, trailing down to his shoulder.
Those stormy eyes of his would close soon after, as his head tilted to the side, the only sign he was enjoying the light caresses.
Iris smirked against his pale skin, So he's not that untouchable. Licking the hollow of his throat, her rosy lips kissed their way up his neck once more, licking the spot just under his ear.
His eyelids fluttered open, a quiet moan escaping from the back of his throat. As his orbs rested on hers, the first flicker of hesitation was felt. Dominance. The need to be the one in control. It shined clearly in his darkened eyes, almost making her regret leading him here in the first place.
As he moved to kneel in front of her, her frame slid backwards, her back knocking gently with the wall of the closet not soon after. Right. She was trapped; she had forgotten that detail.
He would stop advancing just as their lips were almost touching, their bodies inches away. From her jaw line to her forehead, his lips brushed against her skin, making her eyes close at the feathery light feeling. He kissed a spot, whispering, "Are you afraid?" his voice was barely above a mere murmur, but since nothing else was heard, she was able to pick it up.
"Yes... And no." her voice was just in the same tone as his. In a way, she was. In other, she was not. She was afraid of what she knew (and he also knew) he could do. Yet, her senses, her instincts, only told her to lay back and relax.
"You shouldn't be." The whisper caressed her skin, making her shiver with the sheer confidence it held. His hands trailed up her thighs from their resting position over her knees. Pulling on the sides of the dress, her skin from the waist up was bared to his eyes.
Her eyes opened in a dazed kind of way, the faintest chill running over her heated skin. Concentrating in something more than the boy sitting in front of her, a realization soon dawned on her. She was practically naked. Instinctively, her hands came up to cover her chest. Damn him from being so horribly distracting.
Draco smiled softly at her reaction. Even in the darkness of the place, he could clearly see the blush that was on her cheeks. Teasing every male in sight with such a revealing dress, but in the hour of truth, she backed up shyly. Not this time. His lips rested over each of her eyelids, her cheekbones, the corner of one eye, her chin, the corner of her mouth and finally pecked her lips. "You're beautiful. No need to hide anything."
A fine dark eyebrow rose, "I'm far from being beau-" her sentence was interrupted with a sudden kiss.
"We'll discuss that issue later, love." The look he gave her told her he obviously hadn't liked her response. But as he went down, pale lips caressing the skin of her collarbone, rational thought mysteriously disappeared from her mind again. Her head tilted back not soon after that, knocking quietly onto the wooden wall behind her.
"Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me..
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free..."
He smirked in victory just as one of her hands came up to fist on his hair. The lyrics, coming from the Great Hall, were absently heard by both, not that any gave them any second thoughts. His lips left her collarbone, going up, much like copying what she had done only moments ago, joining a playful lick here and there. Once reaching the spot between her neck and shoulder, his lips hovered over the skin. Resting them over it, he sucked lightly, as a light moan came from her, her fingers tightening. Just as his upper lip curled away from his teeth, he hesitated.
Not now, not the right time.
Too soon, the pain you'll give her later will be enough.
No need to scare her now.
The various thoughts passed through his mind as he nuzzled her neck instead. In their own ways, they were all right. That time would come. A quiet giggle was his reply, as his hair tickled the skin of her neck.
"I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you.
And at sweet night, you are my own..."
He continued down, past her collarbone and as his light kisses reached near the top of her breast, he felt her muscles tense. Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he held her hand in his, squeezing, before he let go, "Trust me."
"Take my hand
We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone,
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere,
Where love is more than just your name"
Looking away briefly and back at him, she nodded her approval. Pecking her lips one last time, he followed his previous path. Kissing her left breast lightly but avoiding her nipple, he let his hand come up, massaging her other breast gently. Glancing up at her, he whispered against her skin, "Never thought you'd find yourself in such a place, huh..."
Her back arched as a soft groan passed through her parted lips, her eyes closing. The feeling was unfamiliar, but again, it felt... right, somehow. A strange heat began to be noticed near her abdomen, forcing another moan from her. "No... Not really... Much less, not with you."
"I have dreamt of a place for you and I.
No one knows who we are there"
He chuckled. After giving the same treatment to her other breast, the boy closed his lips around one nipple, receiving a gasp in return. A quiet growl came from her, her head resting back against the wood once more, the hand tangled in his hair pulling him closer to her, wanting, needing, to feel more... Something more... Something.. She wasn't really sure of what, only that he and he alone could give it to her.
"All I want is to give my life only to you."
Pulling away from sucking gently on her other nipple, his hands rested over her hips lightly, his half lidded eyes looking over at her flushed features, the hair previously pulled back into the high impeccable trademark ponytail now loose, the red tips falling over her shoulders, a few strands plastered onto her sweaty forehead.
"I've dreamt so long, I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there..."
At the lack of sound or movement, her blue eyes would open in slight disappointment, looking into his, searching for the reason why. Only to blink a couple of times, squirming shyly under the question written in them, feeling for the first time the possessive way his hands were placed over her hips.
Over the waist is friendly, over the hips is when you want me.
The sentence her mother used to say before she was abandoned by her suddenly came to mind. Is it? A look into his darkened eyes was enough of an answer, she supposed. A small smile curved her lips as she nodded.
"Forget this life,
Come with me,
Don't look back you're safe now."
At her nod, he let his hands trail down, just enough to slip under her dress, pulling it up over her hips. His hands went up a bit more, finding four thin straps. The sides of her panties. So she did wear something underneath. Her hand over his cheek made him look back into her eyes.
"Unlock your heart,
Drop your guard,
No one's left to stop you."
"Rip them off." She whispered, her lips barely moving, her tongue tracing them to get rid of the dryness. Her eyes shined, not a hint of regret, of resentment, in them.
The amusement at her words soon was shown in his eyes after a while, a fair eyebrow rising.
Again, the female side of her growled at his behaviour. "Rip them off, I don't care." Her words had more conviction. Anyone else hearing her would know it was wiser if he'd obey her soon.
His eyelids lowered even more, a slit of blue the only thing still showing. "You've never done this before, have you..." Wrapping his fingers around two straps in only one side, he pulled harshly, the thin material giving way soon after.
"Forget this life,
Come with me,
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart,
Drop your guard,
No one's left to stop you now!"
"No, but honestly I don't want to wait any longer." At his words, she moved uncomfortably. Maybe he'd stop here because of that? And those words... The song. How she wanted him to hear them coming from her own lips.
"We're leaving here tonight.."
Throwing the item to the side, he leaned in, lips claiming hers as his hands went down to unbuckle his trousers. Her worries vanished at that. Taking those off, along with his boxers, one hand rested over her nether regions, his lips never leaving hers. Feeling his touch, she groaned into his lips, her hips lifting.
"There's no need to tell anyone,
They'd only hold us down."
Her eyes would snap open as that single hand kept exploring, only to close again in rapture, the control of the kiss no longer fought over as she gave in to him. The heat kept rising, increasing in her abdomen, as she moaned quietly, breaking the kiss in the process. And just as she was almost there (where, she didn't really know), almost, almost, he took his touch away, taking her pleasure with him as well. Again, her eyes opened, glaring daggers at him.
The boy smirked. Yeah, she was ready. If she kept this up, she would barely feel any pain. Still, he needed her approval, "Are you ready?"
"So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere,
Where love is more than just your name..."
The anger was soon gone from her hues. Slowly, she nodded. Taking her hands in his, he kissed each palm before pulling them to wrap around his neck. "Let me know if it hurts. I did everything I could to soothe that, but it will always hurt."
Iris gulped. Parting her thighs to let him get closer, she wondered if he heard her heart beating. It seemed so loud to her own ears. Or was her breathing louder?
He felt more than saw her distress. She was afraid. Naturally, he couldn't say it wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't lie to her. Not right now at least. But he wouldn't say it was a horrible pain either. He just didn't know. But he would do what he could to help her go through it. Pecking her forehead and the tip of her nose, his lips were mere inches from hers, "Do you trust me?" she nodded, as he nodded back, "Calm down. It'll soon be over." His lips came crashing down on hers, as he moved, entering her slowly.
She kissed him back, moaning softly as the feeling of being one, complete, almost overcame her. He kept entering her slowly, stopping until he felt resistance. Her hymen.
He took a deep breath. I'm sorry.
: Don't be. : her voice sounded inside his head. His eyes opened, meeting hers, sparkling with tears, tears he was the only responsible for.
: I hate to see you getting hurt, Koltchak, of course I am. : With that, he pushed into her, breaking the thin barrier. He wasn't known for his patience, much less with virgins.
At feeling the white hot sharp pain, the witch immediately hissed, breaking the mental link and their heated kiss. Her muscles tensed, no matter how much she tried to relax. The tears which she was able to hold out spilled, tainting her cheeks.
Draco stopped moving all together. Her simple reply had annoyed him slightly. He hadn't intended on hurting her. His hands ran up and down her sides and back, trying to calm her. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
Much to his surprise, her eyes rolled, "Just shut up and do it. The faster you do, the faster the pain will go away..." the pain was still there, throbbing, making her groan softly.
"Don't tell me I didn't warn you." Slowly, carefully, he started moving, "Relax, you're tense."
"Stop acting like a teacher. Namely Snape." They both stopped moving, grimacing at thinking about the older wizard.
"Please don't make me remember him when we're in the middle of this." as he restarted to move, he realized that the distraction had relaxed her. Groaning softly, he quickened his pace.
Her lower lip was pulled back, caught in between her teeth as her head snapped back, her hands resting over his shoulders for leverage. Her moan, louder than her others, muffled his own.
Again, that zone, that place she had almost gone was in sight, as her breathing quickened, eyes glazed over with her desire. Almost there, almost there...
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingernails biting down on his skin, as her back arched. She cried out as wave after wave of the new wonderful feeling washed over her, before she settled back against the wall, its cold surface remembering her this was far from a dream.
Draco closed his eyes tightly as the familiar feeling was felt. He growled quietly, knowing it wouldn't be long, his lips hovering over the skin of her shoulder, that same spot he had made the reddish mark.
As her own climax hit her, he reached his own, his lips pulling back as he bit down on the tender skin of her neck, sucking the blood pouring out. Like he had thought, in the middle of her pleasure, she barely noticed anything.
Pulling back when the rush of blood had stopped and catching his breath, he finally withdrew from her carefully, waving his wand to clean the both of them. Sighing, he leaned against the other wall, facing her, his head tilted back as his hand ran through his blond locks, brushing them away from his forehead.
Iris sighed ever so softly, looking over at him, a light smile on her face, "Thank you."
Opening his eyes, he smirked over at her, "It's what I do, love. Something I know I'm good at."
Her hues rolled; of course he'd ruin the moment by saying something arrogant. Still, the smile didn't leave her, "Love you, dragon..." she only noticed how tired the whole ordeal left her then. Her eyelids started to drop.
"Love you too, little one." He started to pull on his clothes as she finally gave in to the welcoming sleep, her eyes completely closing.
Once he was done, he waved his wand over to her, dressing her quickly and repairing the ripped panties. At the memory, the corner of his mouth tilted up, a smirk on his lips.
He opened the door of the closet carefully, making sure no one was around. Sighing at both the cool air and at not seeing anyone, he got out, picking her up bridal style. He looked down at her petite frame, peaceful, innocent looking. A weary sigh left him, one that told anyone who heard it he was aged well beyond his years. His hair fell in front of his stormy eyes, a flicker of regret flashing through them, "I'm sorry. For everything."
…TBC…
Thanks 2:
Tenebrae Rosa: hehe, glad u liked it :P & thnx 4 saying I'm the best, even if I'm far from it.. oO
christal: u really think so? Thnx :D Yeah, I thought I'd get more reviews, but oh well. I'm getting used 2 it. 1st time I posted the fic though, it got much more reviews, so I can't really say y that changed so much. Hope u liked this one as well ;)
Dark: Come back 4 more next Sunday. Now the interesting part begins. & it begun w/ an extra long chap already.