The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 6

Pulse Points

Draco Malfoy could not sleep. 'That wretched Moon girl,' as he referred to her, continuously haunted his dreams, sending him spiraling into colorless nightmares of the horrid deeds he had done in the past.

The school week was almost over, Friday night faded into Saturday morning as he stowaway from the castle, into the sodden grass of the ground, under the lightning marbled night sky. Thunder roared loudly as storm clouds dramatically rolled across the sky, grappling for space. Icy rain pelted down upon him, soaking his through his thin summer cloak as he lifted his hood and trotted along the edge of the castle toward a large niche in the stonewalls where a gargoyle once stood.

Crawling up into the space, shivering despite the warm summer night because of the hammering ice-like rain, Malfoy inhaled deeply and shrugged out of his drenched cloak. Lighting up a cigarette, he leaned against the wall, oddly thankful for the battle that once raged on the school grounds, as the scar he was perched in gave him a quiet, dry place to hunker down in for a while.

His eyes closed as he took a long, slow drag, his fatigue catching up with him as he sat in the niche. Two days with only a few nightmare-ridden hours of sleep weighed heavily on him. He had not gone with so little sleep since sixth year. Exhaling the smoke from his lungs, he shook his head. He did not want to dig up those memories.

Focusing his gaze out into the rain, he sighed, letting the nicotine soothe his mind. As he watched the rain pound against the ground, he caught a glance of something white, lit up in a flash of lightning. He squinted, wrinkling his brow and dropping his half-smoked cigarette to the soaked concrete below. Lightning clashed against the sky again and the white figure was lit up once more.

Malfoy smirked.

As he moved toward the figure, the form became more and more visible. It was a woman, sprawled out on the wet ground, a thin yellow blanket preventing the mud and grass from staining her white gown. Her chest heaved as the rain crashed down on her, her chin trembling, her eyes tightly closed. The white, soaked nightdress was pooled around her waist, clinging to her skin. Her knees slightly bent and one hand curled in her sopping hair.

Malfoy paused as an almost pained whimper escaped the quivering blue lips of the girl before him. He blinked, suddenly feeling as if someone had dumped him in hot water as he realized what was playing out before him. She was masturbating, pleasuring herself in the icy rain.

A soft moan escaped the girl's lips as her neared closer and he caught sight of the crimson and blonde hair. Moon. His breath caught in his throat. He watched, entranced as her body writhed and moved before him, her hand sliding down for her hair and caressing her skin through the drenched fabric of her gown.

Without real thought, Malfoy kneeled beside her, pressing his lips to hers in a demanding kiss. She latched onto him hungrily. Coiling her hands in his shirt, she pulled him atop her, her tongue battling desperately with his. Malfoy stilled at her passion, the way she devoured him, clung to him, as if she trusted him, knew him, loved him.

"No, baby, please," cried Moon pleadingly. "Don't go. Stay." Malfoy nodded, completely overwhelmed with the entire experience.

He took her hands, holding them above her head. She complied with his wishes thoughtlessly as he pressed his lips to the pulse point behind her ear. "Slow," he murmured into her hairline. Holding her hands in place with one of his, he returned to kissing her — softly, slowly — trailing his free hand up a down the useless material of the dress.

He kissed his way across her jaw line, and down her neck, savoring the taste of the scarred flesh, basking in her lustful movements. As he moved further down her body, his grip on her hands slackened and she buried them in his hair, tilting her body to him.

"No," choked Malfoy, the rain unbelievably cold on his burning skin. "No… you stay… put," he panted. As he grabbed her wrists, he could feel her blood racing in her veins. Taking her left to his mouth, he tasted her, sucking the rainwater from the hot flesh. His eyes closed and he groaned, involuntarily rubbing his erection against her. She cried out as he dug into the soft flesh of her abdomen and he moaned against her wrist.

It amazed him, the way her heartbeat affected him, the way it made him want it, her, so much. Chasing the raging beat of her heart, he pressed his lips to the pulse point at the bend of her arm, sucking hungrily at it, trying to devour it, make it part of him. He wanted it; he wanted her. He moved again, chasing it higher up, but it was not enough. Drilling his mind for the information of where her pulse points lay, he moved to her neck and down her other arm. All the while, she writhed beneath him, chanting some ungodly prayer.

When he released her left arm, in hunt of her right, she moaned, bringing her hand to her breast. She teased it gently, brushing her fingers against her erect nipple and making herself gasp. Malfoy's attention fled her pounding heart rate at the noise and grabbed her hand, forcing it above her head. "No," he growled primordially, "mine."

Ripping her gown apart, he feasted upon her, hungrily attacking her breasts, delicately tasting her scars, cherishing the flavor. Her breaths turned sharp and the words of her chant fled her, and she begged. "Oh, please. Please," she pleaded, yearning for the feel of completion again.

He shushed her, kissing her lightly, caressing her sides with his fingertips. Slowly, he slid his hand over her mound, her center unbelievably hot. She bucked her hips against him and he could feel the beat of her heart there.

The excitement coursed though him uncontrollably and he abandoned her lips. He fed upon the vein, leaving tiny bruises in his wake. Unable to decide which thigh he wanted more, he wavered from one to the other, her feminine scent mixing with the rain driving his primal senses wild.

"Please," she whimpered, and his attention could no longer be held with his obsession.

Forcing her legs apart, he tilted her hips up to him, holding her buttocks firmly in each hand as she balanced her lower body on her toes. He painted her with an artist's touch, his tongue his brush. She trembled in his hands as he sucked and nibbled, licked and kissed. As he pressed his tongue inside her, she cried out, her hands fisting in her own hair, her body shaking. He fucked her with his tongue, feeling her muscles tense and relax, erratically, erotically.

At long last, she came, crying out another lover's name, her toes curled in the blanket, her hands coiling in her hair. Malfoy didn't flinch.

He let her ride the wave of bliss, pressing his ear to her stomach as she relaxed, her pounding heartbeat sounding in his ear.

When she finally caught her breath, he flipped her over and she gave an 'oh' of surprise. Yanking the wet material of her gown forward, he pulled her to her knees, pressing her face to the ground. He slammed within her, as a murderer would drive a dagger into one's heart and she yelped. His fingers curled in her crimson hair, and he jerked her up onto her elbows, driving himself into her again. She bit into her lip, frantically suppressing her scream as he continued to pound himself in her, tugging angrily at her hair, forcing her neck to arch back painfully.

Suddenly, he came, spilling his seed into her, the pouring rain washing over him as he stared into the lightning marbled sky.

She felt as if someone had filled her with hot, liquid metal.

Her head fell forward as he uncurled his fingers from the wet locks. He stared at the traces of black shining through the white of her dress and he placed a kiss on her spine before ending all contact.

Moon slumped to her side, gasping for air as she sobbed. Her brows furrowed and her chin quivered as she dragged herself to a sitting position. Malfoy paled at the heartbreak in her eyes. "Kal- Kal- Kaleo!" she cried, staring directly at Malfoy. "Y-You- You," she sobbed, "you l-love m-me."

Guilt. Malfoy was familiar with it. He had a lot to be guilty about. Not that he ever admitted to experiencing the emotion before. Malfoy's were above guilt. They were too wealthy, too pure, too superior to feel guilt.

What he had just done was not a game. She never knew it was Malfoy, was not him, her fallen lover. She still did not know. Malfoy gulped and then—

He slapped her. Hard. The force of the blow causing her to spiral down to the ground. "You stupid fucking whore," he shouted. "What the fuck are you on!" Gripping her hair in his fists, he pulled her face level with his. "Do you see me?" he screamed. "Me! Draco Malfoy! Do you see me?" He shook her in his rage and she stared at him blankly.

He slapped her. "Listen to me!" he yelled. "Look at me!" Her eyes fluttered and she swayed. Hurriedly searching for his wand, he pointed it at her, whispering a dark charm to rid her of her fantasy.

He slapped her. "Do you see me?" he growled. She nodded. "Do you hear me?" She nodded.

He slapped her. "My name is Draco Malfoy. I fucked you. I hurt you. Draco Malfoy. Did you hear that?" She nodded, her dark eyes sparkling brokenly, her cheeks reddened, her lip and nose bleeding. "I hurt you," he whispered, closing his eyes against the pain in hers. "I hurt you," he repeated.

"You hurt me," she murmured and he nodded— his head light, his world dizzy.

"I hurt you." He opened his eyes again and she turned her face from him.

"I'm so sorry," she cried, and he released her, letting her bury her face in her knees and cry, the icy cold rain washing over both of them.

Malfoy stood, zipping his trousers and wiping the rain from his forehead. "I know," he whispered. And he did know. He knew because he was sorry too. Sorry for everything. Her. The people he hurt before her. The people he would hurt after her. Everything. And he was guilty. So guilty.

He left her, traipsed back up to the castle with a guilty heart and an unabated lust, obsession, for the broken girl in the rain.

Endnote:

1) So, basically, I have no idea where this came from. It kind of just jumped out at me and demanded to be written. It was rather weird. I mean, I like it… but, it could just be me.

2) Don't worry, there was a point to it. You'll get filled in later.

3) Kaleo (depending upon behindthename again, so don't shoot me if I'm mistaken) means, the sound or voice, in Hawaiian. Why does and British kid have a Hawaiian name? Well, I'm going with his parents got pregnant in Hawaii, and decided to give him a Hawaiian name.

4) To all my American readers, Happy Thanksgiving. To everyone else, I'm sorry you missed out on the turkey.

5) Thanks for reading. A review would really make my day. :-)