Chapter 3

"Nobody can know it was me who asked you here." I whisper nervously as I drag Malfoy (yes, I've sunk very low this time) along the corridor of the dungeons, past Professor Snape's classroom and into a small storage room.

"Fine." He whispers back. "Just tell me, where we are."

I shift from foot to foot nervously as I close the door behind us. "Oh, you know, just a storage room. It's being emptied for cleaning."

"OK" he says. I can feel his eyes looking at my face and my body and I'm not sure if I want to know what he's thinking about doing to me and if it was the best idea to ask him of all people. Shut up, of course it was. He was right when everyone else was wrong. Eventually I look hum in the eye again and he smirks.

"Give me your wand." I say.

"Hands or mouth?" He asks but then realises I'm not playing and hands over his wand. His real wand.

I take it and examine carefully. It's a lot longer than mine, probably because he's a lot taller than me, but it's not as firm. I place it in the inside pocket of my robes and walk over to him until he's right up against the cold stone wall, a playful smile on his lips. They look soft and slightly pink like the tinge in his cheeks. Is he nervous? I know I am. I mean, his face is just so... shut up, Skye. He's a bastard - you hate him, remember?

I take a deep breath. "I err-"

"Don't be nervous, Brogan. Just take all your emotions out on me."

Wow, he's an idiot. I grunt as the palm of my hand comes into contact with his face.

"What the fuck was that for?!" He yells.

"Shut up!" I hiss as I cover his mouth with both hands and push him further against the walls. "You told me to let out my emotions."

"Didn't you realise what I meant by that?!" He asks.

"Of course I did." I smile at him falsely while he rubs his raw cheeks. How badly I wish they were my hands caressing his face. Holy fuck, Skye, get a grip. "I'm angry so I let out anger."

"Any other feelings in there?" He says. I smile playfully and he winces as I bring my hand up again but this time I don't slap him I just touch his face. Gently.

"Skye?"

"I really want to punch you." I state.

"Do it."

"I can't" I whisper. And I realise that I mean it.

We stand in silence for a couple of minutes and I can feel his hand making its way around my waist and further down my back until he's almost reached my skirt and just he's about to reach where he knows he's not allowed, I knee him right in the stomach.

"Missed my crotch." He groans as he bends over to grab his stomach.

"I don't want to do any real damage." I say. "I might need it at some point." And I personally award myself five million house points for having the courage to say that.

"When exactly will that be?" He asks, his eyes growing wider.

I shrug.

"Sooner rather than later, they say."

"B-better late than never, they also say." I stutter slightly. What the fuck is happening?

Before I know it, Malfoy's got me up against the wall and his hands are wandering again. I could stop him but I don't. He's so close I can smell the cologne on his skin and feel his warm breath on my neck. "Come on, Brogan"

I like it. I like it too much - you like it too much, Skye, this is wrong! So I hold in the moan about to escape my lips and grab him by the neck, forcing him away from me.

"Stop pretending you don't like it. Everyone knows you're a whore" He grins with pride but it doesn't last long because I really have punched him this time and the space below his lip is bleeding. His beautiful face is bleeding and I did it to him, I did it.

He deserves it - he called me a whore.

I stride towards him and hold out his wand in offering. He snatches it up quickly before taking a long step away from me.

I can't help but notice how swiftly he moves his body and how long his legs are and strong too. And I think that maybe (shut up, Skye) I'm falling for him just like the others. It's third year all over again.

Shut up, Skye!

I want to be his but I want to hurt him too. Hurt him like he hurt me. Embarrass him like he embarrasses me in front of my friends almost every day. I want him to feel pain. I want him to feel as much pain as I did when I was labelled the blood-traitor of the family and I want him to feel neglect like I do. Like I have done since the day my relatives practically disowned me and refused to talk to me half the time.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He yells.

"Shut up!" I hiss.

"Blood-traitor!"

And instead of thinking it through like a person does, I push him as hard as I can. I hear the deafening thud as he hits the concrete wall.

I feel bad now. Really bad. I didn't mean for his head to actually hit the wall it's just that this room is so small.

So I stand beside him, he's not damaged too much, and I stroke his soft blonde hair away from his eyes.

"What do you want?" He says menacingly.

I wipe the blood from his chin and kiss him. I kiss him like I've never kissed anyone because it's not at all soft nor gentle but strong and controlling. I force my tongue into his mouth and grip his shirt in my hands but he doesn't protest. He may be used to being in control but that doesn't change how much he enjoys it. As I pull away I take his bottom lip between my teeth until he hisses in pain and I know I've done enough. Caused enough pain.

For now, anyway.

He's grinning at me like an idiot. Probably feeling proud of himself for almost getting laid. As if I would ever do that.

I shake my head quickly. "Forget everything." I say meekly before I turn and leave the room quickly.

What is going on? She's gonna shove me. No she won't- and I'm out. What is this girl's problem? Slowly the room comes back into focus but I close my eyes to stop the pain. Never mind. I like it.

OK, I'm officially mentally disturbed.

I leave my eyes closed and breathe slowly, trying to understand what's going on. Suddenly I feel cold fingers on my forehead. They're soft and gentle and unfamiliar and I don't know what she's doing or what she wants so I ask.

But the words come out a little more violently than intended.

She doesn't reply. Not with words. I just close my eyes and before I know it her lips are on mine and I'm kissing her like I've never kissed anyone before. Its rough and fast paced and I like it because she's in control and I don't know what's happening and it's a surprise because it's her shoving her tongue down my throat and it's her hands running up and down my body and it's me letting out a tiny moan of pleasure because I like it so much.

But it ends a bit too soon for my liking. How badly I want to touch her and surprise her but she's already running from the room telling me to forget everything that happened.

I want to obey her but this time I can't. She's too fucking gorgeous to forget about and when I'm touching her I feel like my heart is on fire. A good kind of fire. Because this is more than kissing. More than sex (which is hopefully on her to-do list). Its lust.

My name is Draco Malfoy and I am lusting for Skye Brogan.

There.

I said it.