Chapter Two:

She arrived….. At Hogwarts? In the Gryffindor Common Room? She had meant the Burrow…. But perhaps her mouth had formed words that she knew her mind was thinking I can't go to The Burrow, what would people say? Would they ask questions? How could I even respond… I don't remember a fucking thing… All I know is I woke up naked next to Malfoy.

She quickly shook those thoughts from her head physically. Even if she put her mind to it and could remember, she certainly did not want to…

After a trek up to the Prefects Bathroom and a nice hot soak to wash the scathing perpetual stink of betrayal (assumedly) she made her way to the library. Nothing like forgetting something you can't remember with a few chapters on the integration in the late 1800s of the automobile and its hesitation toward the wizarding world… Or perhaps more than a few chapters…. Book one is done…. On to the next…. Cant think of Malfoy. Cant think of Malfoy. Cant think of Malfoy….. Cant… think… of…. and then it happened. A flash. Only a moment or two:

She looked up into his eyes and he was thrusting, gently and slowly, his head directly above hers. They were close. Not just in the obvious but his face… it was close enough to kiss. And she wanted to. Judging by the swollen and redness of his perhaps she already had. A lot. He cradled her neck as he rocked back and forth, exhaling with every thrust; sharply intaking breath when he could. His hand moved form the bottom of the neck to the base of her head. He passionately kissed her. It was gentle but with an obvious desire. When he pulled away they locked eyes, if only for a second. His eyes gleamed with something she had never seen before…

"And when the car was very first invented by German Carl Benz the wizarding community was in an uproar. How could a "Squib" gotten so far. Of course he was faking his lack of magical skills…."

Blah Blah blah… she skimmed the page, taking nothing but words in. There was no pondering, no opinion, no questioning, no thought. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Even though it had only lasted a few seconds, she couldn't help but dwell on the intense memory. He was so very….. out of character. She knew him to not only be insulting and vulgar but cruel- especially towards her- overall callused and disinterested in everything that she could think of- classes, social situations, Quidditch (even though he pretended he cared for his fathers sake- but anyone with half a brain could see through that) even when he obviously got the Dark Mark and started working for Voldemort he was not necessarily nonchalant but perhaps even numb to it? Maybe he didn't care one way or another the way things turned out? Maybe he had hoped for defeat but played along? Why the hell do I care!? she almost thought aloud in the silent library in the silent wing in the silent corridor in the silent castle, Malfoy will always be a Malfoy and who cares about his idiotic motives or his god damn reasoning for that matter? It bothered her she had spent so much time thinking on the subject of Draco Malfoy and the maybe-not-so-awful insufferable man he was!?…Erm…..is...

Holy shit. She threw her book down. …No. She rationalized her thoughts. Sure, she had, allegedly, slept with Malfoy. But he HAD to have been lying. Projecting a memory into her head? Damn it no… He's very smart but in Legimins? I certainly doubt that! she huffed out of relief and perhaps comfort… but wait. That means that it must have been real. The eyes, the thrusts, the kisses, the thumb grazing across her chee- NO! she couldn't allow her mind to think of him as not only a normal human being but a caring one at that…..No. Never. Forget. It.

And….

God damn it. How could I let her leave like that?! he thought to himself bitterly. Now she'll go tell Scarhead and Weaslebee about how ridiculous I was. God fucking damn it I hope she didn't see me look at her before she woke up…. WAKE UP! He took a few deep breathes with his hands clasped at the crown of his head. She was just another lay… MMMmmm remember pumping in her tight pussy…. he got hard just thinking about it…. she couldn't have been a virgin, too much experience on top…. Riding me like a fucking mustang…. he smirked at only the memories of that prude little witch riding his cock until… until…. he grabbed her neck and flipped her beneath him in one swift movement. And then…

And then he wasn't fucking anymore. He was trusting. Gyrating. Synching. He didn't know what had come over him until his thoughts were consumed by her. Her. He wanted to make her howl, no, not howl, not shriek, he wanted to make her scream. Jesus Christ he wanted her to yell his name. He wanted to have to cover her mouth for fear of waking his parents despite the limited silencing charms he had put on his room for the previous transients. He wanted her to yell his name. Not "Malfoy"- that was his fathers title. He wanted her to scream "Draco!" in his ear before his final thrusts and she came. Just the way he wanted her to….

What on fucking earths wrong with me!? he wondered as he finished; tugging and pulling at himself…. maybe or maybe not thinking of the bushy haired bookworms' lips wrapped around his member, looking up at him like she wanted to please him, but at the same time she was being tortured that she wanted it.

A/N: Hello all... or the two people reading this! Hope you're liking it so far. It got a little smutty in there but hey, its all in good fun. I hope it wasn't distasteful.

oxox,

AtE