Shades of Grey
9. Memory

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Author's Note: I don't know how good I am at this. I hope you like it. Oh, also, rated Mature, yeah?

15 June 1996

She wandered through the upstairs hallway of the Malfoy Manor, not exactly sure where she was. She had long forgotten why she ventured upstairs to begin with, her mind too clouded with alcohol to think clearly. She felt lost. Surely this hallway couldn't be as long as it seemed. The doors all seemed identical, and stretched on for ages. She thought of being in the psychiatric ward at St. Mungo's. Fearing that her mind jumped to such conclusions because she really was crazy, she turned around to go back. The hallway seemed to stretched out for miles in front of her. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but it only made her dizzy, and she had to grip the wall to keep from falling.

"What are you doing up here?" drawled a familiar voice from very far away.

"'Oo's 'er?" she mumbled unintelligibly.

"It's me. Draco," he announced slowly, enunciating. "Rose, what are you doing? You're not supposed to be up here."

She smiled widely, stepping towards him, but he seemed so far away. She reached her hand out, and hit him in the face. Objects in eyesight are closer than they appear.

"What are you doing?" Draco hissed, grabbing her wrist.

She giggled. "Oops. Sorry!"

"Merlin, how drunk are you?" he said, lowering his hand, but not letting go of her wrist. "You need to lie down."

"Aw, Draco, you're sooo sweet. Are you going to take care of me?" She giggled again.

"Please don't giggle like that," he cringed.

Draco led them down the seemingly endless hallway, and opened one of the doors. She stumbled after him, tripping over her own feet as she stepped into the room. The room was practically empty. There was a large bed, a wardrobe, a mirror, and a big window in the back with the curtains opened wide. Rose looked around, fell onto the bed, and looked up at Draco.

"Is this your room?" she asked, suppressing another giggle. She stretched out on the bed lazily. "It's not very pretty."

"No, this isn't my room," he answered, stepping towards the bed. "It's a guest room. Mine is much bigger."

She didn't miss the smirk in his voice on the last part. She looked up. "Is that so, Mr. Malfoy?"

Trying her hardest not to fall, Rose stood up and sauntered over toward Draco. He stood there with his everlasting smirk, giving her a once-over. The smell of alcohol on her breath was intoxicating in and of itself. As she opened her mouth to speak, a gust of it hit Draco, and he scrunched his face up. Rose laughed and covered her mouth. She tried to speak again, not letting out too much breath. When she opened her mouth, however, she found she had nothing to say. She faltered for a moment before reaching up and planting a kiss on Draco's lips. It was the kind of kiss that an 8-year-old girl gives to that one kid she thinks is cute, but he doesn't feel the same because he thinks she has cooties, and she runs off afterward, giggling to all her friends in pink dresses about what she did while he stands there dazed, not sure if that was gross or if he likes her now. But Rose didn't go anywhere; she stood in front of Draco, not fully aware of what she had done. His smirk spread.

She stared at him for another long moment, then nodded as if settling a matter, and retreated to the bed. Staying seated seemed to be a little too much effort, so she struggled against falling back and going to sleep for a little while. Eventually, Rose got her bearings. She looked up and patted the bed next to her. Draco only hesitated a second before sitting beside her. Rose yawned loudly and leaned against him. Draco stiffened at her touch. She felt heavy, her full body weight on him. Her warm breath blew on his arm, raising goosebumps on his skin.

"Draco," she mumbled sleepily.

"Hmm?" he replied absently.

"You're very comfortable," she said as she moved closer, until her arms were all the way around him, her head on his shoulder, he leg draped over his. He stroked her hair, occasionally tugging on it to keep her awake.

"I want to sleep," she muttered. "Sleep with me, Draco."

He smirked at her unintentional double meaning. As he did, he found himself thinking of the prospect. That wouldn't be too bad at all, he thought. It certainly would be a nice change from Pansy, who's hair wasn't this soft, touch wasn't this light, body wasn't this warm, and Merlin knew wasn't this attractive—though that wasn't saying much.

He pushed her chin up toward his face, and kissed her briefly, then checked her face for a reaction. She grinned goofily. He smirked and kissed her again, more fiercely this time.

Rose didn't realize what was going on at first, her mind too heavy with Firewhiskey. She felt Draco's heated lips against hers, the faintest smell of rum on his breath. His hands gripped the back of her head, pushing her to him. She kissed him back, their tongues slipping over each other. Draco seemed to take her sudden involvement as encouragement, and pushed her backward, on to the bed. Pain shot through her skull as her head hit the mattress. She felt the pillow directly above her, but Draco's weight prevented her from going up and laying on it. His entire body pressed into hers, fingers roaming her sides.

It suddenly got very cold, and she realized she was naked, her clothes having been stripped off. The cold made her shiver, and the shiver made her ache all over. She reached up, searching for warmth. She felt it against her again and recognized it as body heat. Draco's warm body lay on top of her again, this time completely bare. She smelled his breath on her as he lowered to kiss her again. As their lips moved together, she felt something slip into her, and Rose let out a gasp. She felt him smirk. He trailed his lips down her neck, sucking hard on the skin there. It took a minute to recognize the movement inside her as that of fingers, and found herself moaning and moving against them. She could barely make out Draco's features above her. He hovered his face there for a moment, and Rose tried to blink away the blurriness to get a good look at him. His eyes were half-closed, and he was biting his lip. She couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. She blinked again. Her vision kept blurring, so she gave up and closed her eyes, feeling the vibration of a moan in her throat.

With no warning, he removed his fingers from inside her. She whimpered in annoyance. He laughed. She felt his body shake against her. Her head rippled with pain. He started kissing her neck again, a hand working at her breasts, making her nipples hard at his touch. His lips moved along her jaw. She felt his breath at her ear and realized he was whispering to her. She tried to focus on what he was saying.

"Rose," he murmured.

"Mm," she answered.

"Rose," Draco repeated, "Do you want this?"

She couldn't understand what he meant, her brain not working properly. She made a noncommittal sound in reply. He let out a sudden growl and plunged himself inside her. Rose's eyes shot wide open, the room a mix of colours that didn't seem to belong together. A mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her—more things that didn't belong together, like the colours. She noticed that she had stopped breathing, and let out a gust of breath, a loud noise coming with it. Draco paused for a moment, probably gauging her reaction. She wondered what he saw or what he thought. She figured she didn't actually care. After two more seconds, she moaned in impatience. He let out of a moan of his own and began moving into her. She clawed at his back, trying to get a grip on him, but probably only leaving scratches on his skin in the process. The colours of the room began to seperate, and things came into focus. Draco's face was above her, moving back and forth with each thrust. The ceiling was plain behind him, with light from outside splaying unrecognizable patterns on the paint. He went with more force, and she arched her back, slamming her fists onto the bed at her sides, and grabbing a fistful of sheets. A faint voice in her mind wondered if anyone could hear her, but everything clouded her brain all at once and the thought was gone.

Draco's rhythm continued to increase in speed and strength, and Rose felt her spine tingle with pleasure at each thrust. After a little more of this, she lost control and screamed so loud Draco had to smother her by taking her mouth to his again. The kiss was half-hearted as they both released and moaned into each other. Everything mixed. Their voices, their tongues, their bodies, the colours around her—until nothing was left except the darkness of unconsciousness.

A/N: Likeee I said, I don't know how good I am at this stuff. Sorry if I'm not. Awesome if I am. Let me know? Seriously, thoughts. Button. Click. Review. I beg.