Pairing: Blaise/Draco
Prompt: in the end, it doesn't matter
Written for the Snakes and Ladders challenge where I had Blaise Zabini.
For Paula, because this is all her fault!
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He comes to your bed, shirtless and blond hair messy. As he climbs in your bed and captures your lips with his own, he doesn't speak and neither do you. It's rough, all teeth and tongue and scratch marks, with only the soft sounds of groans filling the air. When you are both spent, he doesn't spare you a glance as he gets up.
You watch as he gathers his pants and trousers, swearing to yourself that it won't happen again, that it ends tonight. But it never does. Because some small part of you needs him and it infuriates you. You've never needed anyone in your life.
You need him because he makes you feel. Makes you feel things you haven't felt in years – desirable, needed, alive. Things that you thought you would never experience.
In the end, though, it doesn't matter because feelings like these could never actually thrive in a Pureblood society. While neither of you are in arranged marriages, you both are expected to marry a proper Pureblood girl to further your families. You know this as well as he does.
So you press a kiss to his naked shoulder and speak for the first time.
"Don't come back."
He doesn't listen. He comes back the next night and the night after that. And you never complain because you love it, even if you shouldn't. Because it will end eventually. But when it does, you wonder what it will do to the small part of you that has come to need him.
A/n – so many thanks to Joanna for beta-ing this for me. You are amazing, dear!