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SweetSlytherinPrincess

Locomotive

Chapter XV

His chest heaved dramatically as he shot up from his resting place. His platinum locks sticking to his skin in a layer of heated sweat. She had been in his dreams again, like she had been nearly every night. It didn't matter if he was awake or sleeping, her amber flecked eyes and golden-chocolate hair remained a perfect picture in his head. Hey eyes, always burning with passion. Her lips so inviting and warm. Everywhere he went he longed to breathe in the spicy-sweet scent of her and taste it on her skin.

This time however, the dream went a little awry.

He had been laying beneath her, staring up at her face which was distorted in perfect sensual bliss. She rocked against him, her hands planted on his strong chest and he had a firm grasp on her soft hips – guiding her. Even in his dream, it felt so real. It wasn't until he had woke that he realized he lay alone in his chambers.

She moaned gently as she moved herself up and down, her breath coming quick and her arms shaking. He had pulled her forward, laying her head in the crook of his neck as he allowed her to rest, his own hips taking over the responsibility as he pistoned into her core. His hands moved up hers sides tenderly, and he spoke sweet word into her ear as her soft walls clenched around him.

But as his hands tangled into her hair, his body preparing to release, the make on his forearm burned with raging agony. The pigment was dark and clear, and before he knew it the snake had begun to take form from his skin. The serpent slithered out of his arms and tangled itself around Hermione's neck, its body growing larger and larger by the second. Her screams echoed through his head until her air way was cut off completely. And yet, to his horror, he simply laid there beneath her, making no move to protect his princess.

Malfoy kicked his legs off the side of his bed and made his way to the bathroom. His heart rate still wild as he leaned over the counter, turning the sink on to splash his face with cold water. Now, Malfoy wasn't one to take every odd dream and pick it apart piece by piece in an attempt to figure out some prophesy or divination. No – he was much more practical in than that. But he still could not deny that dreams were the minds way of sorting things out. Relieving itself. What did this mean? Was his subconscious trying to cope with the strange alteration in his feelings towards her? He couldn't be sure, but he was shaken up. He pushed some water through his hair, before making up his mind to just shower. It would wake him up permanently, but he had no desire to sleep again after such an episode.

As the water his skin, he sighed at the relief of finally getting to take a hot shower. Most of the recent ones had been cold, as Malfoy refused to satisfy his sexual cravings with any ol' slag that was willing. Especially not Pansy. Hermione and he were not quite to that stage yet, but he still considered himself taken. And to be honest, after getting a taste of her, everything else repulsed him. As a result however, his hunger often went unfed – and he found himself grumbling as ice water slammed against his skin at early hours. But today, it was a treat. The water turning his skin a bright red as she scrubbed himself down.

After his shower, he dried off, wrapping the soft cloth around his middle as he moved to the sink once more to remove the small amount of stubble that had appeared on his face. Granted, and facial hair he had was nearly the same light blonde, but he always liked to keep himself proper looking. He patted his face dry, and with a relaxed huff, he made his way back into his room, only to be met by a certain red-haired git standing in the middle of the room.

His window was wide open, and a broom stood propped against the wall. Ronald Weasly stood smugly in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets. His hair was windblown, his cheeks a bit red. And while his posture was not on the defense, there was a certain spark in his eyes that told Malfoy that the Weasel had not intend the little visit to be a happy one.

"Up a bit early, are we?" Ron said. Malfoy felt sick to his stomach as the voice of his voice reached his ears. He knew already why he was hear. To make some speech about Hermione. To get territorial. To claim what he thought was his. Interrogate him too, probably.

"What do you think you are doing here? You've tracked in dirt." Malfoy smirked, looking him up and down. Unfortunately, Malfoy had not had any reason to bring his wand with him, so it lay a good deal out of reach on the end table. Ron huffed, and stepped closer.

"Malfoy, I think you know quite well why I am here."

"Yeah? Here, at four in the morning. Coming in through my window. Do you fancy yourself some sort of Romeo? Did you wait until you heard me leave the shower?" Malfoy laid a hand on his chest and tilted his head as he spoke and Ron only made a disgusted face.

"Oh shut it. I couldn't very well go through the front doors." Ron began. "And I figured you would be asleep. It would have been easier to teach you a lesson."

"How honorable."

"You know nothing about honor. Brainwashing another man's girl."

"Brainwashing? Don't give yourself that much credit. She came to me, Weasel." Malfoy saw no threat, and made his way over to his wardrobe to slowly dress himself in a casual black pullover and pajama pants. He cared not if the Weasel saw. He had no issues with self-confidence, and the red-head had grown quite chubby anyway.

"I don't believe you." Ron's hands clenched and his lips drew into a tight line.

"I don't give a damn what you believe." Malfoy suddenly turned and closed the space between them. His face suddenly angry.

"You listen to me, Weasel." His voice was like poison. And Ron faced him head on. "I don't know what power you think you have over her, but be assured that there is none. If you think you're just going to walk in here and raise your voice at her… you're wrong." R

Ron opened his mouth to speak but Malfoy interrupted.

"Shut up. You're here. Trespassing. Coming in my room to what? Rough me up?" Malfoy laughed then and pushed Ron a step back. "You've got some courage, Weasley. But not much wit. Even though you're armed and I'm not, I have expect any spell you cast to backfire… you'll be throwing up slugs any minute."

Ron's face turned and angry red, and he shot forward, fisting the front of Malfoys shirt as he pushed him towards the wall.

"You stay away from her, you snake. She'd never in her right mind chose you. Don't you ever even think about touching her."

Malfoy made no effort to move, he simply smirked wickedly.

"I won't stay away. And she did choose me." He said calmly. Suddenly Ron's fist swung backward, only to drive forward and strike Malfoys chin. He only smiled wider.

"Oh, and I not only do I think about touching her… I do." Malfoy's eyes sparkled, and he took great joy in the Weasels reaction. He could see denial cross his face. Then worry. Then fear, and anger. His first drew back again and stuck twice. Malfoys lip split slightly, and blood began to dribble down his chin. And yet Malfoy made no move. In his mind, there was no need to battle. He had already won.

"You're a lying bastard." Ron shouted. And suddenly Malfoy worried Hermione would hear. His attitude towards her had changed, but he'd be embarrassed if she saw him exercising his own tactics on someone else.

"Face it, Weasley. She's not yours. Sure, she loves you. But you are her friend. And will stay that way. I have her heart." Malfoys hands shot up then, grabbing a hold of Ron's collar and practically lifting him from the ground. His teeth grit and he silver eyes pieced into Ron's.

"Now. Get the hell out of here." He shoved him backward, and took the moment to rush over and grab his wand of the table. It was immediately pointed at the red-haired intruder. Ron stood now, breathing heavily and staring at Malfoy with blood rage in his eyes.

"If you think you've won some sort of power. You are wrong. Hermione will never be will you." Ron moved over, and picked his broom from the wall and climbed up onto the windowsill.

"See you soon." Ron said over his shoulder before jumping into the early morning sky. Malfoy watched him go, and was positive he would be paying Hermione a visit in the very near future. With a groan, he wiped the blood from his chin and went back to the bathroom to wash himself up once more.

"Damn…"