Author's Note: So, after rereading the complete shit that was the original chapter eight, I decided to rewrite it, aren't you so glad? I am. Anyways, now for the much improved (in my opinion) chapter eight.

The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 8

There Again

Draco Malfoy smirked as he leaned back on the two rear legs of his chair, watching Lilith Moon's hips sway as she moved around their study table, gathering her things. The sound of her sniffling, the last remnants of her cold, and the ruffling of parchment the only noise filling the tiny room he found for them to finish their Runes project within without the disturbance of prying eyes.

As she hefted her bag onto her shoulder and moved for the door, he let his legs fall from the tabletop and the four legs of his chair hit the floor with a crack. She jumped, her hand hovering above the knob. "Moon?" he called, standing up and slowing striding over to her.

Moon grasped the doorknob at the sound, twisting it futilely in haste to leave. Malfoy laughed quietly at her struggle. "Honestly now, did you think that I was going to trust you to stay? I'm not stupid, little Moon." He gripped her wrist tightly in his hand, the hem of her skirt barely brushing against his trousers, as she pulled her wand from her stocking. "That's not going to work, either, little one."

The scent of her panic flooded his senses as he neared her and his arousal increased, his smirk widening as he pried her wand from her fingers, the clatter of the wood hitting the floor making her quiver. "And I thought watching you squirm for the past two hours was arousing," murmured Malfoy before he shoved his body against hers, slamming her into the door cruelly. A gasp escaped her lips as the force drove the air from her lungs, the dizzying blow putting her initial reaction on standby.

She struggled against him, trying to force herself from between him and the door, to elbow him, to hurt him, to do anything that would set her free. It was all in vain.

Malfoy pinned her to the door, easily, his body pressing against hers and almost groaning at the sensations it evoked in him. Burying his nose in her hair, he searched for her hands, without cause for hurry, slowly trailing his fingers down her arms, basking in the intense shivers it educed. Intertwining their fingers, he tugged her hands upwards, holding her wrists together at his lips. He whispered a binding charm against them, a silver light surrounded them before fading away into a delicate chain, and with another whispered word she rose a few centimeters off the floor, dangling by her wrists.

"Shush," he cooed, pressing his lips to her cheek before turning her so he could stare down into her tearstained face. Sliding his hands down to her hips, he kissed her, shoving her tightly against the wall and Moon ripped her mouth from him, attempting to kick him.

Smirking as he gripped her thighs in his hands, pinning them to the door, he placed a hot kiss on her neck. "Now, little Moon, you don't want me to take away these too." His fingers danced under her skirt, brushing against her panties and she squirmed, placing her feet flat against the wood behind her and trying to climb away from his touch. Malfoy pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. "Higher?" he queried. "You only had to say."

He shoved her upwards until they were nose to nose, his smirking lips aligned with her trembling ones. Her panicked, tear-filled eyes gazed helplessly into his and he slowly and deliberately kissed away the tears lingering on her cheeks, painful sobs jerking her chest as he performed his task. Malfoy's stomach clenched as fresh tears replaced the old ones; he had not expected her to become so upset.

"This is rape, Malfoy," Moon said as firmly as her quavering voice would allow, as he stared into her dark eyes once more. She was praying for a miracle. He merely shoved her higher upwards, not wishing to deal with the emotions her soulless, teary eyes evoked.

"Is it?" he asked coolly as he tasted the scars along her neck. "I believe you agreed to this. 'Wednesday' you said. You were practically begging at the time, if I'm recalling correctly."

"It's rape, Malfoy," she repeated. Malfoy growled, tugging her face level with his again. He was not raping her! She agreed to it!

Clucking his tongue, he slowly brought his fingers to her cheek as he cupped her face in his hand, tracing her trembling bottom lip with his thumb. As he stared into the startlingly dark irises of her eyes, flashing with desperate panic, he caressed her thigh with his free hand. "Shush," he murmured softly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "I know you're scared. It's okay, I promise to be gentle, like you're a virgin." Her eyes slowly closed and tears slipped from between her darkened lashes, burning his skin as they pooled against the dam his fingers created on her cheek.

"Shush," he whispered again, slowly trailing his fingers over the thin white fabric of her shirt, remembering her curves from the last time he touched her. Cupping her breasts, he kissed her again. Moon bit down cruelly on his lip and he jerked back from her, slapping her before he realized his intent to hit her. "You little bitch," he hissed.

"You bastard. You won't get away with it. I'll- I'll," she stuttered, her panic overwhelming her as he pressed his body firmly against hers, his hardness digging into her.

"You're not going to tell, Moon," he drawled into her ear. "Do you know why?" Moon trembled, gasping for breath as the taste of his blood intensified her panic. "You like someone whispering dirty things in your ear as he pounds into you. You like it rough." Malfoy almost lost his train of thought as her shortened breaths washed against his skin as she tittered on the brink of consciousness and her head drifted ever closer to his shoulder. "You like to bleed. You like someone to take control and make your pleasure."

"Please," she begged and he laughed, gripping her hair in his hand and slapping her once more, pulling her from the edge of fainting with the brief flash of pain.

"And you like to beg, don't you, little Moon?" he asked viciously.

He pushed her up high until he could bury his nose in her sex and ripped her skirt from her hips. Placing a soft kiss above the lace of her panties, he said, "I'll be nice, you can come first."

"D-Draco, please," pleaded Moon as he divested her of the only bit on fabric stopping him from tasting her.

Spreading her legs and hooking her knees around his shoulders, he sucked hungrily on her thigh. "I know, Moon," he whispered softly, "but anticipation is good. It makes it all so much better." He buried his nose in her, lapping up her wetness with his tongue, barely managing to withhold his smirk. She did want him. Despite all her pleas to the contrary, she wanted him.

He held her hips tightly as she sat on his shoulders and he fucked her with his tongue, painting her core, softly nibbling at her sex, feasting upon her feminine nectar. Soon a soft moan escaped her lips and it was amplified tenfold in Malfoy's ears as she rocked her hips into him, finally trading her panic for something else entirely. His grip on her loosened in reward, his nails no longer piercing her skin and he stroked her sides, his hands slowly moving to cup her breasts.

She came suddenly, filling his mouth with the taste of her and he drank it hungrily. Her body quivered as he rested his forehead against her abdomen, caressing her sides and murmuring words she rather not hear in a soothing tone.

Tugging her down, he gently placed her on her feet, draping her bound arms around his neck. Her soft sobs sounded in his ear as she buried her tearstained face against him. "Shush," he whispered into her hair, sliding his hands under the sweat dampened fabric of her shirt.

"Please," she whimpered, "please." Malfoy nodded, whispering a charm in her ear. As their skin met, Malfoy groaned, lifting her off the floor and sliding within her in one swift movement. Moon gasped into his ear.

Cold hands gripped her thighs, forcing her legs apart and Moon sobbed loudly, her mind frantically searching for a way out.

"Just go somewhere else for a bit," a deep voice sounded in her head.

"Just go somewhere else for a bit." It had been at her little brother's funeral when he whispered the words softly into her ear. Everyone was crying and telling her how sorry they were, they didn't even know him. They did not even care that he was gone. Dead. Forever.

Kaleo had seen it, the way she was breaking down inside, crumbling to dust. "Just go somewhere else for a bit," he whispered, kissing her temple. "I'll take care of them, just nod occasionally. "

She had, her body was standing there in that cold room with the heartless people feeding on her grief, tucked away under his safe arm and she left. Sitting on a tire swing in some grassy field she had never seen before, just simply swinging with the wind and scent of the sea.

"Just go somewhere else for a bit."

She did. To the coffee shop where they had first met. It had been so awkward; she had been so awkward.

Galleons tapped quietly across the marble countertop as the teenager stared moodily at her, and customers grumbled behind her. She was panicking; she did not have any muggle money on her. She always carried muggle money. Why didn't she have any?

"Just add another coffee to her order, I got it," a deep gravelly voice said just above her ear and she whipped her head to the side to find herself staring at a black stubble covered jaw line.

"Oh, I…" she stumbled for words and he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Don't worry about it, honey. It's not everyday I get to buy a pretty girl a drink," he whispered, tossing the money on the counter. As Moon hurriedly gathered her things, stuffing them back in her bag, she glanced him at him, finally getting a good look. Her heart stopped.

Shaggy dark hair hung loosely into endless blue eyes and soft pink lips curved into a slight smile. He was beautiful. "Thank you," mumbled Moon as she stepped around him, her coffee in hand, barely managing to hide her blush.

Her heart was pounding as she made it out the door of the shop and onto the busy sidewalk, murmuring some demented mantra of why she couldn't strike up a conversation with the god-like man who had just saved her from complete and total embarrassment.

"Hey, wait," a voice called and Moon hastened her place. "Lilith! Lilith Moon!" Oh fuck, how did he know her name? She stopped, slowly turning around. "You dropped your ID," he offered with a shrug and Moon smiled awkwardly.

As she made her way to him, she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. How exactly was she going to deal with this?

To this day, she couldn't remember how things went from there, how she raked up the nerve to ask for his name, how she managed to end up at his show that night, how she ended up falling in love with him, but it happened just the same. The day they met was not her favorite memory of them, but it didn't matter, it took her somewhere else for a moment, somewhere with him.

The moment was not long enough.

His mouth was everywhere, everywhere, she couldn't escape it. He was touching her; he was hurting her. She just wanted to be gone for there, from him. She pleaded with no one.

"I love your eyes, you shouldn't hide them," he said, pulling her glasses off her nose and tossing them on the bed beside them. Moon laughed softly, shaking her head as his fingers coiled in her hair.

"I don't hide them, I happen to need those to see," she answered, trying to pick up the thick plastic framed glasses.

Kissing her, Kaleo whispered, "Too read," against her lips. "And you're definitely not reading now," he told her as his fingers slowly unknotted the back of her gown.

"Ka," she chuckled into his ear, kissing his softly as he removed her nightgown. "You like my breasts too, should I stop wearing shirts?"

Shaking his head, he pinned her to the bed, nibbling his way down her throat. "No, these," he cupped them in his hands; "I'd like to keep to myself."

"Don't tease me, today," she whispered to him, lifting hips up to him and he kissed her lips briefly.

"But, I like to tease you," he replied.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she licked her lips. "And I want you now."

A moment later he slid within her slowly and her lip trembled as she released a shaky breath. "Now, honestly, how could I deny you after that," he whispered into her ear as she held him tightly.

"That's what I was hoping for."

He was holding her, he felt different, but he smelt the same, like cigarettes and her. They were bare; standing so closely together, she could not believe they were separate. She wanted to be whole with him, as she was meant to be.

"Please," she pleaded, "please." He did not deny her. The cool wood of the door pressed against her back as the heat of him pressed against her front as their two bodies became one. She gasped at the feel of him inside her, as they slipped together perfectly, like to halves of the same whole.

Her eyes opened to silver-grey eyes and white-blond hair, not blue and dark. "Malfoy?" she questioned confusedly before hungrily kissing him, not caring that he wasn't who he was supposed to be.

They moved against each other, with each other. Moon begged him to stay. Heartless bastard or not, she had not felt so much in an eternity, she had not thought of him with happiness since his death. And Draco Malfoy gave her the ability to do that. As long as Malfoy was fucking her, she felt as if he was there again.

Endnotes:

1) Much better, yes?

2) I really should apologize for the lenghty timespan between updates recently, but I was recently informed that I apologize too much and if don't quit I will be hit over the head with a rather large blunt object. So, now apologies from me, because I so took him seriously. While n this note though, I thought I'd give you all a heads up, I shant be updating in any sort of speedier timeframe anytime soon, but hopefully, it will make the new chapters better. Hopefully...

3) Thank you for reading and please review. ;-)