The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 4

Gently

"Moon?" Wayne Hopkins called from the canary yellow sofa he was sprawled across as Lilith Moon entered the Hufflepuff common room.

Moon paused, her grip on her bag tightening until her fingernails dug into her palm. "Yeah," she breathed as she forced her eyes off the floor and to his face.

Standing, Hopkins made his way to her, taking her bag and easing it onto his shoulder. "Let's go for a walk, huh?"

"I'm fine," whispered Moon, her gaze focused on his yellow striped tie. "I just need to get some sleep." She moved to step around him, but he firmly took hold of her shoulder.

"No, Moon. We need to talk," he said in calm, demanding tone of voice.

With ease, he guided her from the room casting silencing glances at his questioning peers. Quietly, they traveled the dimly lit corridor filled with a multitude of food-orientated paintings. Moon clutched at the edge of her shirt in nervous contemplation as they strolled along, both of their mouths thinned.

"Lilith," sighed Hopkins as he halted, turning to face her. "What's going on?"

Moon refused to stop and the near silent click of her Mary Janes continued on the stone floor. "Nothing," she replied faintly.

"Nothing?" hissed Hopkins. "You overdosed today, Lilith. Overdosed! Don't tell me nothing, damn it!"

Whipping around to face him Moon glared at him with hollowed eyes. "Oh! You've been chatting with the little gossip again, Hopkins? Oh, poor Lilith. What a ­god awful life she must lead? Whatever could we do to help her?" Snorting cruelly she shook her head. "I don't need your concern nor your pity, Hopkins," she spat. "I'm perfectly fine. What I take and how many is my business not yours."

"When exactly did I become Hopkins? I wasn't aware we were on such a distant footing. Mere acquaintances, is that all we are, Moon?" he asked derisively.

Moon tilted her chin defiantly. "You were his friend not mine. You despise me. Don't pretend otherwise just because he's dead."

Hopkins laughed solemnly. "Despised you? Fuck, Moon. I was jealous as hell of you. I wanted you gone so badly." Shaking his head, he snorted in disgust. "I wanted to pray right alongside when you pleaded with a god you don't even believe in to take you instead of him. But it wasn't because I despised you. He was my best friend, Moon. I loved him. Not that it mattered; he loved you! He'd of choose you over anything, friends, family you name it. And you, you were fucking great, deserved it, deserved him. You were the best thing that ever happened to the son of a bitch.

"I couldn't hate you, I couldn't despise you. And god I wanted to. But, you made him too goddamn happy. I couldn't despise anyone who made him that happy. Even the devil himself."

Anguish and angry tears pooled in Moon's eyes spilling down her cheeks. "Well, maybe if you would have he would still be here," she shouted miserably. "He always listened to you. Why didn't you make him stop?"

"Stop what, Lilith? Stop caring for you? Or stop trying to save you?" he growled. "You don't think I did? I begged him!"

As she stormed past him, he grabbed her arm in a halting grip and she hissed out in pain. His gut reaction was to release her, but his gut reaction was never the correct course to take with Moon, so instead he fisted her hair in his hand and ripped open her shirt exposing the deep purple bruise marring her upper arm. Buttons tapped on the stone tile in an almost melodious tune as he gaped at her, his fingers uncurling from her hair and trailing down her neck, the forefinger resting on a reddish-purple mark.

Sighing heavily he gazed at her trembling form, her eyes tightly closed, her face tilted from him, her hands twisted in the fabric of his shirt as she willed herself to have the strength to push him away. He took a step back staring at his socked feet. "Lil, who did this?" he questioned softly, using his wand to repair her shirt.

She harshly gulped in a breath of air as more tears spilled down her cheeks. Her eyes stared up into his, flashing with anger and extreme sadness and he was glad that for once they held emotion. "Don't call me that!" she spat, ignoring his question.

With a singular curt nod, he held his wand to the hickey on her neck whispering a charm to send it away. "You've enough marks to carry," he said sternly before padding down the corridor. Moon stared at his retreating form holding her bruised arm as she wiped away her tears.

He paused at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. "I'll be around if you want to talk," he informed her and then disappeared into the painting.

Draco Malfoy inhaled contentedly, slowly releasing the smoke as he stroked the dark hair of the girl beside him. Her head was nestled safely on his chest, her ear pressed against him allowing her to hear his heartbeat with ease. He twirled a bit of the hair around his finger thinking as his thoughts bobbed listlessly in his mind.

Nicotine filled his lungs as he deeply breathed in taking a long drag from his cigarette. Dirty muggle habit, that, he thought ironically. His nose wrinkled as her voice floated into his thoughts, 'I bet you even need help getting your whore off.' Growling silently, he took another drag. He could get Pansy off; it's not as if it was that hard. He'd done it twice.

Smirking, the frightened image of Moon shoved against the wall flooded his mind. Excitement ran through him at just the thought. Her weak protesting screams, trembling body, erratic gasps for air and then the way she begged. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Releasing a dry chuckle he tapped the back of his cigarette spilling the ashes onto the girl's back.

"Ow!" she screamed immediately jumping up and brushing the ashes off her spine. "You prick! What d'you do that for?" she asked scowling darkly at him.

Malfoy tilted his head to the side, watching her breasts bounce as she frantically rubbed at her back, tempting the pain to flee. "Wanted to," he answered shortly.

"Want—Wanted to!" she screeched, slapping his bare chest in a fit of temper. He merely arched an eyebrow in response. "You're such a prick, Draco!"

As the name left her lips he wondered if he could make her beg the way Moon had, make her tremble, make the panic and fear roll off her in waves. "I know," he retorted. Putting the cigarette out in his ashtray, he grabbed her arm as she untangled herself from his sheets to leave. Forcefully tossing her back on his bed, he straddled her, pinning her beneath him. She gave an 'eep' of fright and he smirked, leaning over her. Coolly whispering, "Do I scare you, Pansy?" in her ear he gripped her arms in a bruising grasp.

Pansy Parkinson looked up at him searching for the answer in his eyes, knowing it would be found there. Draco Malfoy's desires were always written in his eyes; Parkinson had known him too long not to know that. "Y-yes," she shuttered out masterfully.

Malfoy had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. She already understood the game and was bound to give him what he wanted. She's not even a good actress, Malfoy whined mentally.

Moving his hand to her throat, he wrapped his fingers around it, tightening his hold until she gasped for air. Her eyes widened but no fear sparkled in their depths. He raked his nails down her side, one hand still locked around her neck, and she gave a whimper. She clawed at his hand pleading for air and he chuckled. Releasing her, he kissed the reddened skin before sinking his teeth into her in a harsh love bite. Parkinson cried out in pain and he slapped her. "Shut up," he hissed.

Her lips glued shut and he continued to bruise her body, making her cry silently with every affection. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but Malfoy doubted their sincerity. She was awful wet to be so upset. "Beg me," he growled.

Nodding her face frantically, she whimpered, "Please, please Draco, please."

He slapped her again. "I said beg," he roared.

Sniffling, Parkinson pleaded. "Please, Draco. I n-need you. Please." It did nothing for him. She was faking. She was begging for sex, not for him to stop. She didn't even beg properly.

Groaning, he stood up tugging her from the bed. "Get out, Pansy," he said simply.

"What?" she gasped hurriedly wrapping a sheet around her.

"Get out," he snapped jabbing a finger toward the door.

"But why?" she pouted.

Rolling his eyes, he snarled, "Because, you aren't doing it right. If you aren't going to do it right, I don't want you. Go sully someone else's bed."

"Draco!" she shouted and he shoved her toward the door before disappearing behind dark green bed curtains.

He crossed his arms and huffed indignantly, glaring up at the green canopy. "Stupid, irritating, little whore," he whined. Lighting another cigarette he watched the smoke float lazily into the air, mulling over the thoughts in his mind.

After a moment, he grinned. The answer to his problem was simple; if he wanted to feel the power, the ecstasy that he received from the overwhelming panic that rolled off Moon, he'd just have to scare her again. He laughed once. That didn't take much.

An icy chill ran up her spine and panic gripped her heart and slender fingers danced across Moon's shoulders. "Afternoon," Malfoy drawled watching the gooseflesh appear on her neck with intrigue.

"Shall we get started?" asked Moon as she kept her gaze on the Ancient Runes tome in front of her. "I'd rather not waste my entire free period with you."

Malfoy slid his hand down her arm deliberately, basking in the nervous anxiety that flowed from her. "Really? I thought we were getting along so well yesterday." He tucked her hair behind her ear stroking the side of her neck with his fingertips. "Didn't keep the evidence, I see."

Shivering, Moon silently willed the panic to leave, cursing herself for not taking the extra pill that morning. Malfoy devoured it, slowly moving his hand behind her neck, caressing her softly, amazed at how a gentle touch could cause such as reaction. You'd think I was hurting her, he thought, bemused.

He gracefully fell into the chair beside her leaning over and breathing, "Shame, it was the only pleasant mark you bore," into her ear as he slid his hand up her thigh. Though he was gentle as ever, she whimpered in agony through desperate gasps for air. She felt as if his hands were on fire blistering her everywhere he touched as her own panic, not the hand holding her neck to stay her, kept her in place.

Her world swirled into a mass of violent colors spiraling out in front of her until her vision was useless. Her other senses soon followed; touch becoming nothing more than dizzying shocks of pain, sound nothing more than her own panicked heartbeat, and her nose and mouth filled with coppery blood.

When she appeared about to faint from lack of air Malfoy removed his hands. "I suppose that's enough for now, we do have work to do," he said silkily. Licking his fingertips he pulled his satchel onto her desk in the library, casually glancing about to see if anyone noticed the event. He smirked; it seemed her like of the dark corners of the place worked to his advantage.

As Malfoy went about taking out his supplies, Moon desperately tried to regain control of herself. She swayed in her chair with fatigue forcing herself to breathe. Malfoy glanced up at her snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Are you quite finished with you little performance there?" he asked. "I would like to at least start today."

Moon forced herself to respond with anything but tears. Snapping the book closed she turned her hollowed eyes to him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Her ire immediately replaced her fatigue and Malfoy found himself just as enraptured with the new emotion has he had her panic. "To ravage me, is that it? Do you want to fuck me, Malfoy?" she hissed. "You want to hear me scream, watch me succumb to the panic, lose the will to fight any longer? Would you like that, Malfoy? Is that it?" Loosening her tie, she sighed. "Let's get it over with then because I need a decent grade on this and I sure as hell can't do it with you torturing me like that the whole time."

Malfoy stared at her in shock as she unbuttoned her shirt. He hadn't been torturing her, he'd been pleasuring her; it wasn't his fault she had odd reactions to it.

"Come on, then," she said angrily. "Let's get to it. Tomorrow, if I happen to recover from what could end up as comatose we can actually get down to business."

She had removed her top completely and was looking for the zipper of her skirt when Malfoy accused, "You're bluffing."

Glancing up at him as her skirt pooled at her feet Moon shrugged, unsnapping her bra. "What? It's been done before, Malfoy. What makes you think you raping me would be any different from the previous bastard?" She raised an eyebrow dropping her bra to the floor. "I know your name beforehand?" Shrugging again, she mused, "I suppose it will give me something to say. Better than begging to a god, I suppose."

Malfoy stood. She had sapped all the fun and excitement out of it. The only thing he felt blood rushing to was his cheeks. "I don't want to fuck you," he snarled. "I'm not even tempted."

In one quick movement the entirety of Malfoy's supplies were shoved back into his bag and he slung it over his shoulder. "Wednesday at one. I don't have time for this," he growled shoving passed her.

Moon swallowed her sigh of relief. "It's the only way to make me crack. That's what you want, isn't it Malfoy?" she called over her shoulder.

He didn't turn around.

Endnote:

1) This is me doing a public apology for not doing the proper research. She Who Must Not Be Named, an avid silent reader of mine, has it on good authority that Lilith is not in Islamic Tradition. I wish I could say I went ahead and did tons more research after learning this, but I didn't. Instead, I visited Wiki, which proved me wrong again. Can I have a silent pout/temper tantrum and point my finger at behindthename dot com for giving out false facts? It's decidedly my fault though, for being a lazy ass and not looking further into it. However, as I was poking around the Wiki page I discovered that I totally rocked when both naming my character and the story, it's not so much that my character is similar, but several things that I've already decided on were reflected in some bits and pieces of the lore. (e.g. Moon's patronus is a screech owl.) You can check it out by simply typing "Lilith" in your search engine, she's a pretty cool lady. Yes, you read correctly, I think she rocks. Demonic, satanic, feminist, what could be better? By the way, She thanks for the review, it was super great. Though, it's not particularly nice of me, I'm glad my mistake goaded you into reviewing. It's awesome to hear from silent readers.

2) Because I just realized I didn't mention it in the first chapter's notes, The Dark Side of the Moon is a Pink Floyd album and song. I just assumed everyone knew that. I mean, honestly, it's Pink Floyd, who doesn't know them?

3) I'm still up in the air about my Defense professor, hence him not being in this chapter. So, if you still want to throw out some thoughts on that go ahead.

4) Please, please review. You've no idea how happy it makes me.