Sorry it took so long to get out I've been busy with school stuff. But any ways here it is.

She gasped, letting water rush into her lungs. Jolyn threw her arms and legs around frantically trying to reach the surface. She pulled to the surface coughing up water and gasping for air.

Nothing.

Jolyn caught her breath and was amazed she was still alive. She reached up and took the tie on her eyes off.

Yes, she was in the large tub of water.

Yes, Draco pushed her in.

Yes, she was confused why Draco hadn't fallowed threw with his actions.

She looked at him bewildered. He was undressing!

"Wha . . . . Wha. . . What are you . . .?"

"Hmmm, did you think I was going to kill you?" he mused. "No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm you giving what you originally wanted," he said pulling his sweater over his head.

Draco slowly unbuttoned his shirt as Jolyn stared at him, completely baffled.

No matter what words he had just said, he could have said, "I'm really not a bloke, I have a vagina," and she would have not even noticed.

The moment the first three buttons were undone, Jolyn couldn't take her eyes off of his chest, his glorious, toned, and pale chest. She found it was even more beautiful when he slid the shirt off his arms, letting it fall to the floor. His top half was totally naked.

His hair was messed up, like it usually was whenever one of the two was undressing or being undressed. His icy blue eyes were iced over with lust and his lips were curved in a sinister smirk. His body was a perfect upside down triangle. Wide shoulders coming down to a thin but toned torso, leading to his hips, and. . . .

His pants! Oh dear Merlin he is pulling them off! Along with his under . . .

His figure was glorious!

He placed one knee on the edge of the large tub. "Do you remember what I had asked you when you took off my shirt," he asked her.

She didn't answer.

"Like what ya see love?" He repeated in the same cocky and amused tone he had the first time. Draco stepped in the water slowly, and soon was submerged in water up to his hips. He waded over to her, causing her to reel backwards managing to stumble against the other end of the tub.

Why she was trying to get away from him, she didn't know. Hadn't she wanted this to begin with?

He moved closer still and she pushed back against the tub, as if her life depended on it. Draco was smirking, his smirk handsome and vicious. HE finally was standing in front of her, but apparently it wasn't close enough because he kept moving till his bare body was pressed against her wet clothed one. He lifted his hand and placed it on her neck, just so he could slowly drag up to her cheek and cup it for a moment, and then continuing up to her hair line, down through her hair to the ends. Draco fiddled with the ends and looked at them lovingly, and frankly it scared Jolyn worse then when he would glare at her. Then he smirked and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked back her head back revealing her neck with a yelp.

"Hmmm, want to hear something funny," he asked her.

She just whimpered in pain. "I always wanted to be a vampire just so I could seduce some young woman, and then suddenly bite her neck. Ha, ha funny, right?"

Draco leaned forward next to her ear. "I found out that you don't have to be a vampire to draw blood from a person's neck, it just takes a lot of force and i here it is painful."

"What!" she breathed.

A sinister laugh escaped his lips before started to kiss her neck softly.

"Dra- Dra- Draco, please!" she whispered hopelessly.

She could feel him smile against her skin. Suddenly he bit down her neck incredibly hard, sinking his teeth into her flesh. Jolyn screamed out in pain, "Stop, ha, it hurts, stop!" He stopped biting her and let the blood run down her body onto her clothes, some even dropping into the water. Jolyn went up to touch her neck, but Draco grabbed both her hands and gripped them hard. She tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held fast.

"Why are you trying to get away," he growled. "I'm giving you what you want."

Draco released one of her hands so he could bring it to the hem of her skirt, ripping it down the middle. He wasn't going to play games with her anymore, he wanted this. No, he needed this!

Draco had been staring at her ever since that night in the closet. As soon as he looked at her, his member would become erect. He wouldn't be able to think. Every thought he had would some how end up leading to having sex with Jolyn: I forgot my potions book in my room . . . . Sex with Jolyn; Crabbe has a bloody fat head . . . . Sex with Jolyn; that blond skirt over there is kid of pretty. .. . Sex with Jolyn, it was driving him insane! This was the only way to get her out of his mind, to set him free.

He tore her under wear and she whimpered. Draco growled at her and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth and exploring every inch of it. Jolyn turned her head causing Draco to lick her cheek. He looked at her expectantly but she said nothing. He decided then and their, he would just take it from her if she wasn't going to give it to him.

He pressed his member against her until he could feel his head against her entrance. She squirmed and gasped. Without further ado he thrust into her relishing in the feeling, the feeling of finally doing this. She let out a harsh breath. He thrust into her again and she tensed up, making him groan as he slipped almost completely out of her before thrusting in to the hilt.

"Relax," he tried to soothe, his voice coming out mangled and husky. "If you keep tense its going to hurt more then it needs to."

"Hhaaa Draco, st- stop. Please sto-" Draco interrupted her by thrusting in again. She screamed out in surprise and tried to pull away. He continued thrusting into her but found it frustrating. Draco couldn't assume a steady pace with Jolyn constantly collapsing in her attempts to get away from him and Draco's unsteady footing. He growled and lifted her up on the edge of the tub. Know she wasn't going to go any where.

He then started to achieve the pace he wanted, thrusting into her mercilessly and grunting. Draco could feel something extraordinary building inside him, something consisting of pleasure.

Draco looked down at her and felt, if possible, more aroused. Her cheeks were flushed from ecstasy, her eyes were closed tight, her mouth was open, and she was breathing was ragged. He leaned forward in the mist of it all and groaned in her ear, "Your face, oh your face. If is possible, your face is even more sinful."

She could feel him tearing threw her, his panting chest against hers, and lips on her neck. Jolyn whimpered as she felt on of his hands leave her hand and caress her stomach. She could feel his hand moving down to meet her clitoris. He rubbed it tenderly making her groan and struggle. "Draco, please, not like this," she whispered. "I'm still, still- I can't."

He looked at her, slightly confused, but not for long. Draco was over taken by the waves of pleasure as his release shook his body.

The boy fell against Jolyn, panting, trying to catch his breath. When he accomplished this he started to caress Jolyn's hair, whispering senseless nothings into her ear, as she stared up at the ceiling feeling flabbergasted. She wasn't sure if she should feel angry, or sad, or horrified, or happy, or maybe even ecstatic. She just felt empty, so empty she hardly notice Draco pull out of her, get out of the tub, get dressed and leave. She just kept asking herself, "Did he notice?" or, "Did he know what he just did?"

Jolyn slipped into the bloodied water limply, wondering if Draco even cared that he stole her virginity.