Chapter 6.
The dorm room was empty when I got up. I glanced out the window and realised it must have been about 11. Shit, the quidditch has already started I thought I'm just going to have to miss it. I tugged the front of my hair back out of my face, letting it tumble loosely over my shoulders and, putting on a loose jumper and leggings, padded down the stairs in my slippers. I stepped into the common room and stretched before I became aware there was another person watching me. It was Malfoy. His sharp grey eyes watched me as I stretched, taking in every detail of my movement, flickering down over my chest and then my legs. He gave a soft smile. The action surprised me, where's the sneer? The snide remark? I thought as he turned away and pulled his legs up to his chest on the chair he sat on.
"What's wrong with you today?" I asked him, smiling fakely. He didn't answer. "Its rude to ignore people you know." Still no answer. "Will you fucking talk to me?" the anguish that had been bubbling slowly inside me since I overheard Malfoy's conversation with Blaise suddenly reached boiling point, spilling over the barrier of my mind. My mouth moved without thinking, streams of insults departing my lips, anything that hurt him, anything that caused a flicker of anger in his eyes. Action, reaction. The look of anger, repetition of the phrase that caused it.
"Enough." His voice echoed in the silence it had commanded. I gasped for breath, my mouth dry, and made myself look at him. His eyes were clouded with rage as he rose to his feet, slowly… slowly… for what felt like hours. I stepped backwards as he took a step towards me. Again, as my eyes remained transfixed on his. Again, until I was backed against the cool, smooth wall of the common room. My heart beat filled my ears with the rushing of blood, my shallow breathing softly ruffled his hair as he leant his head towards my neck… anticipation, his breath warm on my throat… pain, as he bit my flesh harder than was necessary to make me gasp. His hands pinned mine above my head forcefully, wrenching my shoulders as he pressed his lips against mine, pushing my head into the wall with a crack. The splitting pain filled my consciousness with nothing but the sensation of his lips parting mine, him biting my lip, the blood that spilt from it, salty in my mouth. I gasped with the pain as his nails dug into my wrists, letting it wash over me, easing away the anger. Hatred pushed against the pain as I bit his lip sharply, causing him to pull his head back. Using the advantage, I grabbed to soft flesh of his neck between my teeth and tugged at it, sliding one of my hands down his arm, shoulder, then up his top. I dragged my nails across his back, leaving deep grooves that made him hiss.
"Two can play at this game" I whispered into his ear, before he shoved me violently back into the wall. His hips moved into mine, his erection rubbing against my thigh as I moved it between his legs, and he slipped his wand out, running it down my top, tearing it along the line of his wand. It fell loosely off my shoulders revealing my bare chest. He bit my collar bone forcefully, the pain merging with the pleasure in my head as he moved slower and bit around my breasts aggressively.
Grabbing him by his hair, I tugged him back to eye level, examining his hard grey eyes. That glare knocked the breath out of me, I felt my airways constricting and my breathing shallow just looking at him. Or maybe that was his hand around my throat. I didn't know anymore. Reality had merged with fantasy, pain with pleasure, sense with lust.
"Enough" he said, and threw me against the wall again, walking up the stairs to his dorm room. I sat panting, trying to control my breathing. A wave of despair washed over me, I felt like I was drowning, like I'd swam out too deep and couldn't keep my head above the waves. Searing pain crawled over my body. I held her wrists in front of my eyes, watching them swim in and out of focus, thoughts lingering on the indentations he had left. Malfoy had left. I grabbed my face as a rush of agony spread across it. When I pulled my hand away, I realised it was damp. Tears were streaming down my face into my grazes. Grazes left by him. By Malfoy. The tears were streaming incessantly. I thought about my mother, her death, my fathers resorting to drink, letting the emotions truly possess my being for the first time since she died. The tears fell until they could fall no more.
Malfoy sat frozen on his bed. His face was hot and wet, but he did not know why. She had spoken about his father in Azkaban. His father being useless to everyone who knew him. His father hating him. Images and memories flashed through his mind of his father, Isabelle, his father, dementors, Isabelle, Isabelle's eyes flaring with anger, her skin giving under the pressure of his teeth. He shook his head in a useless attempt to collect his thoughts. He heard her walking up the stairs. He heard the floorboard creak, announcing her presence in his room. She sat next to him. He stared into her eyes. She's been crying, he observed. The tears still stained her cheeks. She reached out and he flinched away from her. Her hand remained steady as she reached to wipe the tears from his face. So that's why my face was wet.
"Blaise doesn't have to know" she said simply
"No, he doesn't"