Sex. That's what it was about. No feelings involved, no strings attached. Nothing more than two sweaty bodies pulsating together. It wasn't about love, it wasn't about emotions, it was about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Their sexual relationship was the only relationship that Draco Malfoy and Ruth Sinclair had.
Everything about Ruth was forbidden to Draco. She was a Muggle-born and a Gryffindor. She was friends with Potter, Weasley, and Mudblood Granger and had served in Dumbledore's army during their fifth year. In fact, that was when Draco and Ruth began meeting. Years of tension between Draco and Ruth paired with the hormones of budding teenagers had somehow turned into sexual tension.
It was a Saturday evening. Ruth had just entered the castle after a long day by the lake with her friends. She was alone as she made her way to the Great Hall for dinner. The corridors were empty and Ruth knew she was late. Upon hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around. It was Draco. He sneered as he walked up to her. They were about a foot apart. "What are you doing wandering the hallways, Sinclair? I'm going to have to report you..." Draco was part of Umbridge's ridiculous Inquisitorial Squad. Ruth rolled her eyes. "Draco, I'm just coming inside from the lake. I'm going to dinner now."
Draco squinted at her "I don't like your tone, Mudblood."
"Don't call me Mudblood, Draco."
"And what exactly do you think you're going to do about it?" he said taking a step closer to her. They were now only inches apart. Unable to avoid his gaze, Ruth couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"What's that? Sinclair has nothing to say? Kind of a surprise coming from a Gryffindor" he sneered, "Tell me, what are you going to do? Tell your muggle mum and dad on me? HA!"
Ruth could feel his warm breath on her skin. She shuttered as her mind drifted off to a secret room she had discovered near the Hufflepuff common room during her third year. Draco's eyes were boring into hers. There was no mistake, they were full of lust...and he did not try to hide it.
"Draco." she whispered as she grabbed his wrist, pulling him alongside her.
At first she was surprised that he didn't say anything and then she realized that students would be leaving the Great Hall at any moment so she hastened her pace. The room was hidden near a statue of a large badger. She drew her wand and tapped on a sequence of bricks. The statue did a complete turn as the wall broke apart. She pulled Draco into the room where they did it for the first time.
Since then, they'd meet at least once a week in their secret place. Sometimes more often. There was never any talking and the only kisses they shared were lustful. Never loving. They didn't embrace each other afterward. They would simply get dressed and leave. Draco was always the first to go. Ruth never told anybody about their affairs in the secret room and she was certain that Draco had never spoken a word of it. A lot was at stake for him. Especially if people knew that he was off shagging a Muggle-born. Ruth kept a box of his notes locked in the chest at the end of her bed .Something about having them there where people could potentially find them if they tried hard enough somewhat excited her. Whenever she was feeling aroused, she'd read them. They were always short and to the point.
I need it. Meet me in the room tonight after dinner.
-DM
And of course, she always obliged. To tell the truth, she always wanted it just as bad. It wasn't Draco himself that she wanted. It was the release and the thrill that he gave her. Purely sexual. Never romantic. Neither of them could be bothered with such a thing.