Draco was determined. "I will have her. She will be mine." He knew Dawn was only toying with him to prove her point to Pansy – that she could have him when she wanted. But he wanted more than that and he was not about to let her use him anymore. She would pay.
He waited and watched all evening, and his moment finally came. A smirk curled on his lip as he pretended he did not notice her.
Dawn ran down the stairs and walked out of the common room, heading to the fifth floor Prefect's bathroom. He could not risk being seen, if she were to look over her shoulder, she would know that he was there. Malfoy watched her leave, and whispering a disillusionment charm over himself he followed. 'If she looks back now, I will blend in with my surroundings and she will be none the wiser!' he thought giddily.
She walked up to the door, and muttered the password… "Dragonsblood." The door opened and she went in. He waited a few seconds and followed behind her.
She went to the toilet room and came out a few moments later. Walking over to the door, she waved her hand and locked it. Walking over to the massive tub she reached over turned on her favorite taps. He recognized the smell at once, he had smelled it before…but where? His mind went idly back to the first Potions class of the year. 'The Amortentia potion!' he realized. She stood there, idly running her fingers through her long raven hair. She began humming a tune he didn't know, and Malfoy watched her disrobe, with a hungry look in his eyes. She hung her robes and muggle clothing on hooks as she went, slowly removing her bra and knickers. He let his gaze roam leisurely over her figure, top to bottom and back up again, licking his lips. Wanting to reach out and run his hands over her breasts, he eyed them hungrily. Moving his gaze down over her stomach he noticed the neat triangle of hair between her legs. He felt himself hardening just by the sight of her and drew in a slow shaky breath.
She threw her towel in a heap beside the tub, the size of a swimming pool, and then stepped into it. The aqua colored water was visible as her body disturbed the blue and purple bubbles floating on the surface. She swam around for a while, and bathed taking her time. She leaned back against the sidewall of the tub and stretched out, resting her arms on the edge, the water sitting at a level just below her nipples. She began humming again.
Draco stood there, afraid to move, or breathe too heavily, his erection pressing painfully against his pants.
He could not take much more of this with out doing something. He decided to make his presence known. He walked slowly and carefully to the linen room, and whispered the counter charm. He crept out of hiding.
"My, my, my! What do we have here?" he licked his lips in suggestive appraisal. "Would you like company?"
"No, I most certainly would not!"
She dropped her arms to cover herself, moving slightly away from the edge of the pool.
He undid his robes, letting them fall to the floor. He smiled as he took off his shirt, and then his pants and boxers. She couldn't help but notice his erection, it was standing out proudly as if saying 'Look at me, here I am.'
He dove heartily into the water, swimming around. He began to hum, mocking her.
"How did you get in? And furthermore, how long have you been here?"
"I have been here the whole time." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively. "And I was here first," he lied.
"You fucking asshole! How DARE you! Where do you get off watching me bathe and not telling me you were in here? I will get you for this! When I'm dressed." She turned to get out of the tub, but he caught her wrist and pulled her back. He pressed her hard against him, wet naked flesh to wet naked flesh. He crushed his lips painfully to hers. She moaned softly.
"Don't tell me you are doing this just to hurt Pansy. Your body betrays you," he sneered.
She was still gasping for breath from his kiss.
He pushed her hard against the edge of the pool, knocking the breath out of her. His whole body was now pressed even more tightly to her whole body. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her. She wanted to stroke it, to watch him shiver, but held back.
His fingers trailed lightly over her flesh, caressing her wherever he could. Her hands found their way to his back, kneading the tight muscles. His lips met hers again, and she could not deny anymore, to her self or physically, that she wanted him.
He eyed her towel, lying on the floor where she had thrown it.
He lifted her, placing her bum on the bunched up terry-cloth material. He made as if to move to join her, but grinned wickedly instead, spreading her legs open and placed his face in the middle where they met. He licked her moist folds, making her body quiver with delight. He pressed his tongue into her, and her head fell back as she cried out. He withdrew his tongue and licked upward finding her small nub, just at the top and he teased it and nibbled it until she was absolutely shaking.
He pulled himself up out of the tub and lay on top of her, kissing her. She could taste herself on his lips and she smiled. She pushed him back gently, and flipped over on her knees to stretch the towel out.
He took advantage of her position and guided his cock into her. She gasped and leaned her head forward, baring her neck as she felt his length driving into her deeply. She thrust back hard against him, moaning softly as waves of pleasure heated her already warm body. He continued to plunge into her an evil grin spreading across his handsome face, as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her toward him. He was overcome by the desire to inflict pain upon her, a desire he could not refuse when he thought of how much pain she had been causing him lately. He, leaning down over her back, bit her quite hard. She gasped. "Scream for me," he said into her ear.
"No," she replied stubbornly, "I won't scream."
He bit her again, harder, thrusting deeper, trying to cause enough pain to make her cry out. "Scream for me," he repeated.
"No," she insisted, pressing her bum back toward him.
He bit her again, this time drawing blood. She moaned too softly for him to hear. He smiled at the metallic taste of her blood, licking it from his lips. 'That will teach her to try to use me.' He wanted to hurt her, the way she was hurting him. He had never been used so blatantly and he didn't know how to handle her doing so.
He plunged deeper than he thought she could bear, going harder with every thrust of his hips. He leaned back over her, biting her already abused flesh again. "SCREAM for me!" he commanded.
She bucked her hips wildly back against him, her only response to his demands. He bit her once more causing her to lose herself to her orgasm.
She didn't scream, not exactly, it was more like the cry of a wild animal.
This confused him, but excited him even more, and he came before he thought he would.
He rolled on his back, panting for breath. "I don't understand. I went so deep – it had to hurt you." The thought of her bucking against him was already showing its affect on his body.
She flashed him her best evil grin, her eyes practically glowing. "It did," she said as she climbed on top of him. "My turn," she said, not giving him a chance to protest.
The next morning, after some much needed sleep and breakfast, Draco was sitting with Blaise in front of the fire.
"Just my luck. I try to show her how cruel I am, and awful I can be. But all I ended up doing is giving it to her the way she likes it?" He shook his head. He still wasn't sure if it really truly happened or if it was just one of his best sex dreams ever.
Blaise laughed, "More than you can handle, eh?"
Draco's eyes flashed with lust and hormone based male territorial protection. "Not by a long shot!!!"
"If you're sure, cause if you need back up…" Blaise made a face that clearly said 'No big deal' and gestured toward himself, "It would be my pleasure."
"Hmm, yes, it would. But it is not going to be," Draco assured him, "I have it all under control."
He just could not assure himself. 'I might just have bitten off more than I can chew.'