Story title: Memoirs of a lost soul
Author: Yukaya
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the main character and certain parts of the plot, not everything. All the rest belongs to JK Rowling and the editors/publishers/etc of the Harry Potter series.
Pairings: Irmada/Draco
Summary: We all know what happens to the trio in all seven books. Now, how about a look at what it felt like to be the "bad guys" having love issues…
Author's note: Here's chapter 11. I'm pretty much on a roll now with my writing so things should be going quickly, but I'm having some trouble with Internet so I might not be able to upload the chapters as regularly as would like... Anyhow, I'll try to be more regular from now on, especially because now I'm on vacation!. Enjoy your reading J! Lol
Note n'2: The italic part is Draco's point of view, where you see things the way Draco sees them, and the normal part goes back to Irmanda's point of view, just like up till now.
Note n'3: WARNING!! This chapter has an "intense moment" between Draco and Irmanda at the end so those who don't like it can skip the last three paragraphs, k people? This chapter is gonna be interesting in many other ways too :) Have fun reading, I know you will ;)
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Chapter 11: Strange encounter, part 2
What's the matter with me? Why am I treating her like this? Oh, no. Now my mother wants me to go for a walk with her. What walk? She's not my dog for heavens sake. Oh, let's just do this and get it over with. Finally, we're out of their sight. I don't know if I should really be doing this. I know it's for the sake of both our family's future but I don't think I can trick her like that. She's bright, she'll figure out a way to get to the truth and when she does... oh, I can't bear to think of how much she'll hate me for this.
"Do I disgust you that much?"
She's already angry? Oh, God, what I have I done? I must show her how much she doesn't disgust me. I couldn't ever see her angry at me like this. Fine, I'll do it. Just put on a smile, be gently, try not to break her, in any sense of the word. Go on, kiss her and—with every part that's left of you—hope she never finds out why you did it.
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I sat there in my bath, trying to think. I was trying to make sense out of today—and failing miserably at it. I sank down to the bottom of my pool-sized bathtub, letting the water rise above my head, thinking it might help me get to something. That was a bad idea. After just a few seconds, I came out gasping for air frantically. Under the water, I had in fact found a solution to my problem. However, I had involuntarily gasped while I was still under there, missing to kill myself by just a few drops. I coughed repeatedly, rolling out of the water and landing on the floor on my knees and hands. This lasted for what seemed like more than necessary—I was beginning to hurt my throat. I slowed down the coughing and got up from off the floor. I wrapped myself in a towel and headed out to my bed, where a green gown lay ready for me to wear. I slid it on and went to sit beside my fireplace. The winter cold, getting sharper by the day, reminded me of my dream and I shuddered the thought away.
I picked up the book I had been reading, a fantasy that just wouldn't capture my attention enough for me to finish. I turned to the last page I had remembered reading and began from there. The only thing I had in common with the hero was that I had been going to a school not far from my house—or so it seemed—and my parents had taken me out of this school ever since I told my father about my encounter with a strange man in the forest one day during a school trip. Ever since then, I had rarely been allowed out of the mansion for more than a few hours at a time. No one had explained to me the importance of such a thing. I knew I had special abilities but I had learned to control them ever since I was a toddler. Taking me out of school was annoying beyond description. The hero of this story, however, seemed to be pleased to finally get away from his school. His name rang a bell in my mind but I couldn't quite remember what it was. However, it seemed vitally important. I kept reading for a while—and then it hit me. Derek. Of course. Draco's cousin's name was Derek. I was finally going to get the answers I had waited so long to find and all of that thanks to Derek. I decided I should go see him. He was sure to know everything that Draco and his parents were hiding from me. I decided to go see him now—I still had some time to waste before my parents remembered my existence and sent someone looking for me.
I teleported to the place I remembered him saying he would be. I looked at the door in front of me—third floor, first door on the left. I knocked on the door and heard his voice say "Come in" from behind it. I gently pushed the door open and walked in.
"Well, hello there." he said enthusiastically, a smirk lighting up his face. I was obviously the last person he expected to see. He lay lightly in his king-sized bed, perched up on one elbow, staring interestedly at me as I made my way towards him.
"I'm sorry to come without an appointment." I said, stopping a few feet away from his bed.
"No worries, dear. Come sit next to me." he said, patting a space on the bed beside him, still smirking. I realized he was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I won't bother you long." I said. I needed to avoid approaching him by all means. "I only have a few things I was curious about."
"Ask away, princess." he said with an exaggerated gesture that looked like a bow. "I'm all yours." he winked at me.
I summoned a chair and sat exactly where I had been standing. "I was wondering... The last time we met, why did our being together infer danger? Would you tell me?"
"Oh. That." he said, his smirk disappearing. "Well, Draco would explain better than I."
My eyes tightened. I was getting irritated. I lit up a fire that slowly consumed the curtains behind his head.
"AH!" he cried in astonishment, jumping away from the fire. The bed was huge so he didn't fall off.
"Are you sure you don't want to explain?" I quired, knowing what the answer would be.
I was prepared to set even him on fire if need be. He was going to answer, either he liked it or not. Threats meant nothing to me, I could do it all day and all night, as long as it kept him talking. He tore his eyes away from the flames and turned to let his stare fall on my expressionless face.
"I guess I could say a few things." his expression showed that he disagreed but he had no choice but to speak.
"Why is it dangerous for me to stay with you?" I repeated.
"They've never told you anything, have they? Your parents, I mean." he clarified. I just stared at him and he sighed. "You are a very powerful witch, born fifteen years ago." I stared at him. This, I knew. "What no one has yet told you, is that you are wanted by both the good and the evil." I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You're really clueless, aren't you?" he said, mimicking my expression of disappointed confusion.
The fire behind him growled as it suddenly blazed and then returned to it's original size. With another yelp, Derek continued:
"There are those who work for the dark Lord," he started "...and those who are on Harry potter's side."
"Who's Harry Potter?" I asked.
"The only human who's ever survived the killing curse." he explained. "He lived through it with nothing but a scratch. A lightning-bolt-shaped scar on his forehead."
I thought I remembered a boy around Draco's age that had that same mark. I had seen him in Diagon alley the day Draco had saved me from a seemingly harmless crowd. Derek went on with his explanation. I looked at him intently, convincing him to continue. He stared back for a while before sighing again.
"You honestly have no idea what our world consists of, do you? Oh well, I guess I'll explain." he said, sighing for the third time. He was really staring to annoy me. "You see, this boy has assembled a team of foolish witches and wizards in order to defeat the dark lord. However, we all know that that's purely impossible."
"What about the others? The ones on the dark Lord's side?" I persisted. I didn't know how this conversation was going to give me the answers I wanted but I was determined and I had all the time in the world to find out.
"Well," he said "... we believe that the dark Lord is the ultimate ruler of this world. Everyone fears him and we all do as he wishes. More people would be willing to risk their lives serving him in order to protect their families than to risk their loved-ones' lives by going against him. You would need to be suicidal to disobey him." he looked a little distracted but the fun he was having telling this story was evident.
"Where do we fit in that scenario?" I asked.
"We're on the dark Lord's side, obviously. The man you call your father is trying to protect his wife by training you to become the dark Lords most powerful and trusty witch. Of course, there are those in the Lord's inner circle who disagree with this but they would never dare say a word of objection about it. Actually, the Malfoys are pretty much against this as well." At this point, I was fighting to repress a lot of emotions to the deep confines of my mind. Derek was getting on my last nerve. Seeing the confusion on my face he decided to give further explanations. " You must have felt a certain degree of attachment from Draco, my cousin, towards yourself and you must be wondering why that is." I continued to stare at him, craving more details. "He happens to be playing a game with you." he said, the smirk reappearing at a corner of his lips.
Immediately, my face displayed shock. Draco..playing a game...with me? I struggled to catch my breath. I was confused. What game? I had to know what he meant. I finally found my voice and remembered how to speak.
"I don't understand." I said softly, almost whispering. "What game?"
"Did you think his affection for you was real?" he said, the smirk twisting the left side of his mouth up. "Darling, he has less feelings for you than he has for me and that's saying something." The crudeness of his words crushed me like a biscuit hit by a train. "I suppose he's a good actor then, wouldn't you agree?"
I was at a loss for words. All I could do was stare at him in shock. I didn't want to believe it. Draco couldn't have been lying to me, he just couldn't! I refused to believe that all this had been a lie. I tried to control my face, displaying only an emotionless expression. I refused to reveal my feelings in the presence of such an animal. I couldn't help but blame him for the state I was in now. He had told me exactly what I needed to hear in order to break down and crumble in front of him. I felt the tears rising up to my eyes, betraying my carefully composed mask. I tried to hold them down and the stinging in my eyes became unbearable. A few drops trickled down my cheeks, heating them on their way down to my jaw line. I was falling into an endless pit of sorrow and there was nothing I could do about it, nothing anyone could do to save me. The helplessness overwhelmed me. Not only were me tears betraying me but so was my body, refusing to move as Derek came closer to me, his lips stretched into a victorious smile. He whispered in my ear but I couldn't make out the words. He leaned in closer, putting one hand on my cheek and the other on my back. Fear tore away at me as his lips traced my jaw line, moving up the right side of my face where a tear was falling. I closed my eyes. I didn't know what was happening, or what I should do. I felt nothing but the fear that now clawed at me, and the more I tried to move, the more I tried to get away, the more my impossibility to do so became real. I was paralyzed from head to toe, wishing I could disappear. Why couldn't I teleport myself out of this situation? I felt agony as I was pulled out of my chair and moved towards the bed. Derek pushed me gently onto it, controlling me as if I were a simple doll. He climbed over the edge of the bed and positioned himself on top of me. Being sprawled in the middle of the cushions didn't help my immobility one bit. The blood rushed through my veins at an alarmingly high pace and I closed my eyes again. I couldn't bare to watch this happen. It was all too much. I lay silent, motionless, under the expert hands that now unbuttoned my dress. I prayed that I would survive this day. Now, lying there as I was, I wished for him not to stop. I wished with all my might for him to end this torture and the only way he could do it now was to hurry, to quicken up the pace of his movements. It was dark in the chamber but the sun shown bright behind the curtains. I had been gone for at least an hour and I could only hope that my parents hadn't yet realized my disappearance. I would never know how to explain the reason behind my absence. I shuddered as I realized that my dress had been entirely removed. He must be used to this I said to myself. He must know what to do. I lay there like a puppet waiting for someone to pull the strings. The only difference: I had no strings. Life just wouldn't pump back into my limp, pathetic excuse for a body and I stayed inert on the sheets as adept lips and hands made their way over every inch of my body. I felt ashamed, lying there in my undergarments, unable to make the slightest move. A male voice rang in the air but I couldn't make out what it said. I stared at the ceiling as more tears made their way past my suddenly open lids. I felt pain in my arms as I was wrenched off of my fluffy grave. I felt the floor beneath my knees and then I was in the air. More screaming made my head ache and I closed my eyes again, trying to tune it out. I didn't want to leave this state. I was comfortable in my fear and nothingness. Fear was all I could feel and it satisfied me fully for there were other feelings—pain, agony, loss—that I didn't want to feel. Something covered me and ruffled in the wind left behind in my passage. I was being moved. I knew this should scare me but all I could think of were the last words Derek had told me. "I suppose he's a good actor then, wouldn't you agree?" he had said. I couldn't make sense out of it. If he had been acting then why had it felt so real? Why?
"What is it?" said a painfully familiar voice. "What do you mean, 'why'?"
Had I said that out loud? At least now I knew I could talk. Now I would get some more answers. But I didn't want that. I realized that Draco was carrying me and it infuriated me. How could he have the nerve to touch me? In a swift movement I jumped out of his arms and both of us fell to the ground with a resounding thud. I had finally regained control of my body and I was going to confront him. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I was dressed and that was a good sign—it would be easier to look angry when I wasn't embarrassed. Draco just stared at me in confusion as I got off the floor and turned on him, raging.
"What's going on?" he asked, a touch of panic in his voice.
"Don't look at me like I'm some sort of crazy animal!" I retorted. It didn't help that his expressions made me angry. He should know better than to look at me like that if he wanted to live. The flowers in the vase next to him blazed as my anger rose.
"Why are you so angry all of a sudden?" he asked, eying the flaming flowers and then turning his eyes on me.
"You know exactly why I'm angry!" I shouted in return. Could he pretend any longer?
"I have no idea what you're talking about." he replied with a suspicious look on his face.
"Sure you don't." This was becoming absurd. "You have no idea about the whole dark-lord-and-the-team-of-opposing-witches-and-wizards-that-fight-him thing, do you? And you don't know anything about the best-witch-or-wizard scenario either. Of course you don't. Nor do the Malfoys and nor does the dark Lord's whole inner circle. You are absurd!" By this time, I was shouting my lungs out at him. I wished he would stop pretending.
"Listen, I don't know what Derek told you—or why in the heavens you came to him in the first place, you know that's a bad idea—but you shouldn't listen to him."
"I only went to him because you refused to tell me anything." I retorted. Tears were making themselves visible again. These had nothing to do with panic, and everything to do with betrayal. "You always looked so concerned when you were around me, like there was something we could get in trouble for. You were never natural around me, not even in the dreams. All you do is lie." Tears were now streaming along my cheeks, refusing to stop, displaying my pain.
"Wait. Did you say dreams?" he asked, looking shocked. I immediately blushed and my gaze fell to the floor. Why did I have to say that?
"This is stupid. Just get me home." I said shamefully, avoiding to answer the question.
"No, this is actually quite serious." he said, pondering. His attitude bewildered me.
"How could you be so calm? After what just happened, shouldn't you be even angrier than I am?"
"I should, if I were something to you." I thought I heard him say "If I matter" but I couldn't be sure, it was too low.
"Of course you mean something to me. What did you think?"
"Then what was that back there? With Derek?" he said, slightly irritated. I could see that I hit the spot.
"That was completely out of my hands." I replied, trying to stay calm myself—in vain. "He told me everything. I started to cry. I couldn't find the strength to move and he took advantage of that. He planned it out as soon as I started asking my questions. I couldn't do anything. It was like he had me under a spell."
I stared again at the floor, my shoulders slumping. I didn't want to look at Draco. I knew his face would portray disgust and that I could not bare. I expected Draco to spit at me and walk away, never turning back. Contrary to that, he slowly moved towards me, reaching to put a hand on the side of my pained face. I had my eyes tightly sealed. The touch of his skin against mine was pure torture, knowing he had witnessed what had been about to happen between his mischievous cousin and myself. But his fingers were softer, more gentle than any other contact I had had with them yet. Draco took me into his arms, holding me carefully to his chest as the tears poured endlessly from my eyes. I must have repeated a thousand times that I was sorry and that I didn't deserve his care but he held on tight to me, as if he were afraid to lose me. Our bodies fit together in a perfect embrace, maybe even too perfect to be true. I thought I was dreaming but his voice brought me back to reality.
"I know. I'm sorry too." he said. "I should have told you everything from the beginning. I shouldn't have lied." I nodded weakly into his now tear-stained clothes. "I promise you that that will never happen again." He waited in silence for me to calm down. I did so, sensing he was waiting to tell me something. "Now we have more important matters to deal with."
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice feeble but not breaking.
"It's your dream." I looked up at him in confusion. "It seems that someone has been interfering with our plan by giving you hints during your sleep." Our plan? I thought to myself. There was a plan? But I let it pass, only because I was too exhausted to debate.
"I don't understand." I said.
"It's alright. Don't trouble yourself with this just yet. I need to talk to my father about it first, before we make any hasty decisions." This sounded convenient enough to me.
A violent wave of exhaustion suddenly swept over me and my knees gave way under the weight of my body. Draco caught me effortlessly just before I hit the ground—he must have felt it coming—and walked with me towards the unlit side of the mansion.
"Here's where we keep our flu powder." he informed me. "I'll come with you, it must be your first time." he said this in a reassuring whisper.
Surely enough, a few minutes later, we arrived in front of a large door. Draco knocked and waited for permission to come in. He set me on my feet, whispering to me that it would be better if his father was not to see me in such a fragile state. A male voice coming from the other side of the door allowed us to enter. Draco pushed the door open and I found myself penetrating inside an abnormally spacious chamber. One wooden desk stood in the far end of the room, a dark figure with white-blond hair sitting in the chair behind it.
"What is it?" he spat as we approached the desk. Maybe this was the wrong moment to disturb Lucius Malfoy in his own study. But Draco stopped only a foot away from his father's desk and bowed—short but low—and I curtsied from behind him.
"Father. We have come to speak to you of a very important matter. It concerns us." He pronounced "us" like he suggested that several "us" existed and that he spoke of them all at once.
"Sit." Lucius ordered, eying us suspiciously.
We took the seats before us and Draco gave a few quick details about what had just happened. Lucius seemed in deep thought for a while then he sent Draco into a minute description of the details. Thankfully, Draco edited out the part that involved me and Derek in the bedroom in a more than friendly embrace. I would be eternally thankful for that. Lucius Malfoy pondered Draco's explanation for a long while, leaning back in his grandiose chair—it was more of a throne than a chair—and staring at the desk. He was lost in deep thought for so long it looked like he had forgotten our presence. Then, he scribbled on a piece of parchment and handed it to Draco, making it impossible for me to read it's contents. More secrets. I didn't like it. Draco's eyes met mine for as much as a glance but it was enough for me to frown at him and for him to see it. He looked down at the paper he was holding, studied it for the shortest moment, and then handed it back to the older blond.
"Father." he said, standing and bowing and I sensed that the meeting was finally over.
"Mr Malfoy." I said, following Draco's lead and proceeding with a curtsy.
"Draco. Irmanda." he replied with a subtle nod.
We then headed back out of the room and Draco exhaled in relief.
"Like I said. Nothing to worry about." he assured me, a smile forming at the tips of his perfect lips.
"Sure." I said, my voice saturated with skepticism.
For some reason, this made Draco's smile widen into a grin—the first I had seen in so long. He grabbed my hand and toed me into a fireplace, taking out a black bag and pouring some of its powdery contents onto the ground. He then shouted my address and the next thing I knew I was landing in my bedroom's fireplace, held tightly in Draco's arms. He walked me to my bed and settled me in the center of the cushiony surface. I looked up at him then and saw his serene face for what seemed like the first time in years. Suddenly—and also for reasons I did not know, could not explain, and did not know how to explain—I felt a strong pull towards him and I yearned for his strong arms to take me once more. I was longing for his sheltering body and I did not know how to react to this sudden—and surely hopeless—desire. I had forgiven him much more quickly than I had expected or planned and now I was actually wanting him, longing for his contact, craving for a chance to be in his arms again. I knew it was a lost case, though the desire flared in every cell of my body.
"You stay right here." he whispered to me. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I believe my father would like to have a word with yours and we'll arrange a meeting as quickly as possible." He touched my hair lightly as I stared at the covers beneath me. "I'm so very sorry you have to put up with this."
I might have been imagining the pain in his voice but the expression of agony on his face was something even my sadistic mind could not conjure. I suddenly—and oh so childishly—started to cry. The tears slipped silently from my eyes, horrified that he was leaving. He misinterpreted my tears.
"Don't be afraid." he said, not trying to hide his pain this time. "I won't let anyone hurt you like that again"
I winced at the memory of my most recent accident and grabbed Draco's arm for support. I was sure that I was close to passing out but the last thing I wanted to do in his presence was lose consciousness. I pulled on his arm, forcing him towards me and he fell lightly onto the bed. The tears were now spilling faster from my eyes and I felt betrayed, not by Draco but by the tears that ran down my face, exposing my true emotions. My need to hold him was becoming unbearable and the fact that he was in pain only made it worse. He whispered soothing words to me but all I could hear was the sound of the sobs that now ripped from my throat. I felt pathetic and I didn't know why I was doing this. It made no sense for me to want him so badly but this was all I could feel right now. I couldn't even get myself to be angry at him for lying to me anymore. I was a hopeless case and I blamed it on my parents. After all, it was their fault that I had never had any experience, or even knowledge, about this kind of thing. I was breaking down into pieces and the only person who could make it better was speaking softly in my ears. Something about having to go now.
"No!" I objected. The déjà vu was overwhelming. "I'm not letting you leave this time."
"Irmanda—"
"No!" I retorted once again. "The last time you were here you also had to leave as soon as you had me sitting in my bed. That's not going to happen again. Not tonight at least." I was starting to become frantic. The object of my desires—literally—was right there and he wanted to escape. What an absurdity.
"Listen, you need some time to think." he said, pulling away from my grasp and trying to compose his face. "You'll be better in the morning. Besides, I can't be caught here."
"Why not?" I asked, slightly irritated. The crying had however decided to stop.
"It's not safe."
"That's what you said last time and I'm not buying." This caused him to consider for a while. Then, he finally sat back down on the bed next to me. "I'm not mad at you any more and I certainly don't want you to leave." I said, burying my face in his chest for the second time today, wetting his clothes once more. It was childish of me to cling to him this way. I knew that and I didn't care.
"You truly are a piece of work." he said, smoothing my hair.
I could tell from his voice that he was smiling. I smiled too and decided to put an end to all of the waiting and the cheating and the lying. I looked up at him and he stroked the remains of the tears away from my cheeks. I looked into his deep gray eyes. Something about them was so attractive, so appealing, that I didn't feel myself leaning towards him until he placed a restraining hand on my shoulder. I knew he couldn't—and eventually wouldn't—resist if I insisted. I approached him once more and, this time, I was able to touch my lips to his for the tiniest second.
"No" he protested weakly, not entirely convinced himself.
"Why?" I asked, getting up on my knees so that I was taller than him. "Actually... why not?" I said, dropping light kisses all over his mouth, cheeks and jaw line.
He pulled away but there was no use. The more he avoided me, the more the longing I felt for him dominated my actions. I knew he wanted to proceed with this as much as I did but it was wiser to go at his pace. I had to repress the eagerness in my actions in order for this to work. I slowed down my movements, trying to make the edge in them disappear and it worked. His muscles were just as tense but he wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt a slight edge—maybe guilt—in his movement. Nevertheless, he held me tighter, stroking my back as I climbed over onto his lap, my legs on either side of his, holding him prisoner while my kisses polluted his perfectly smooth lips.
"Don't be afraid." I whispered into his ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you." I quoted his own words and this seemed to have a much bigger effect on him than I expected.
With sudden eagerness, he rose to his knees just like I had and took my face in his hands. He kissed me feverishly and I could feel that the tension in his jaw was that in his whole body. I knew he thought that this was wrong but I couldn't get myself to stop, not even when we were both running breathless. We parted, gasping for air like we had been under water and launched back in our fervent embrace as soon as we had just enough air to keep us on track. My hands traced the side of his face, memorizing every line, every shape of his beautiful features, and then moved down his neck, taking hold of the button that kept his collar in place. It was the first in a long trail that led straight down his torso and abdomens. I could feel his muscles under my fingers as the battle continued between me and that first miserable, treacherous button. I yanked it out of place and his long, black cloak fell to the floor, giving me access to the rest of the traitors concealing his fair skin from my gaze. I started pulling on the first traitor-buttons I saw, not caring in what order they were released, as long as they disappeared. Draco's hands were searching my hair for pins he had not yet removed and my brown locks tumbled down the length of my back, long and strong, waving their way to touch the surface of the bed. Sweat was forming on both of our bodies, but we didn't care. As my hands struggled with his shirt, his own engaged in a fight with my dress' traitors, pulling them free from the fabric. His lips traced up my neck, along my jaw line, and back to my mouth as his expert hands removed the dress from my body, freeing me from its pressure. Thankfully, there was no corset to be removed, since the back of the dress was the corset. I let his lips escape mine only to allow him to remove the cloth from my arms and my chest. I instantly slid off the rest of the dress and more of my clothes until I was left wearing only the undergarments I had bought in a store in London not so long ago. He chuckled and seemed to be pleased to see that I wasn't wearing the disgusting, old-fashioned, knee-long underpants that he had expected, but rather much more revealing underpants that matched with the bra. He stared at me, his eyes praising my subtly athletic shapes before letting his mouth regain control of mine.
I immediately went back to demolishing the buttons on his shirt—I was definitely having more trouble with this than he was—as he kissed me passionately. His fingers went slowly from my face, down to my neck, my chest, and then my sides, tracing my delicate yet diabolic shapes. I figured they had to be diabolic in order to convince him so completely and so suddenly of the need to conquer me that he obviously felt. His lips also moved down from my mouth to my neck, stopping to nibble and suck lightly on the skin at my collar bone. This created a squirmy feeling in the pit of my stomach, which I interpreted as a sign of delight. I was beginning to be absorbed by the battle between me and his shirt when he finally decided it was enough. He pulled away from me just long enough to throw off what was left of that piece of clothing and then came back to his fervent meeting with my skin. I was too anxious now and I could no longer support my own weight. I felt myself getting dizzy and I knew he could feel it too. He pushed me down suddenly and the cold texture of the covers against my bare back made me shiver. He looked at me anxiously for a second. Realizing the danger of him changing his mind, I flung my arms around his neck, pulling him into another tight, breathtaking kiss. His fingers continued to make their way up and down my body as we kissed for an immeasurable time. As soon as I could concentrate again I attacked his pants, pulling on the zipper and on the first button. My hand hit something hard in the process, making Draco shiver and moan. I had only one guess what that would be and I knew I was right. I lay on my back, kissing him with force I never knew I possessed. He was on top of me, leaning against his elbows so as not to crush me with his weight. A different kind of tension now crisped the muscles of his body as he held me tighter to him. I had my legs on either side of him, knowing I would crumble if his hips got any closer to mine than they already were. He sensed the subtle fear in my eyes and looked once more into them anxiously. I kissed him again, encouraging him to go on, knowing all too well that he would not be able to resist much longer. I tried to rid him of his pants but he pushed back and tore them off, along with the rest of his clothes entirely. I took this chance to get rid of the rest of what I was wearing, too.
I gasped and my eyes flew open as soon as he moved himself closer to me. He held my hips on either side with his hands and I couldn't help but blush at the feel of his body against mine in that now particularly hot and humid area of my anatomy. He hesitated but after a few seconds I pulled him closer, craving for the images that had formed in my head. He brushed my thighs lightly with the tips of his fingers, making my temperature blaze, all while kissing me so profoundly it seemed unreal. I longed for more. There wasn't a millimeter of space between us yet I held him tighter to me, afraid this would be our final encounter. He moved his hips ever so close to mine and I could feel the hard-rock lump that had formed there, strong and ready, so close to my bare skin that I could feel the heat emanating from it. I felt my pulse harder there than anywhere else in my body and I knew I was ready for this. With a small movement of my hips, I was able to make contact with the part of Draco that I desired most at this very moment. I was only able to touch it lightly, as if it were a feather that brushed against my skin. The feel of it sent my heart into a pounding rage and I could resist no longer. I moaned "Now" into Draco's ear and he nodded. I felt my insides tear and I winced at the pain. He stopped to make sure I was alright but I wouldn't let that last for long. I couldn't. This was not normal pain. This was a pain I wanted, the sweetest pain in existence. I begged him to continue and he obeyed my wish. The pain tore at me again, the speed increasing with every thrust of my lovers body that brought him deeper still into mine. I was living a moment of bliss and nothing anyone could do would change that. I flew in the air until I reached beyond the skies, my Draco sailing along with me. Our screams were muffled by our kisses as we ended the journey together and we both came to realize that, from that point on, nothing in the world could separate us, no matter what the cost could be.
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There we go :) I bet that was unexpected, wasn't it? * evil laugh *
By the way, I totally invented Derek. I mean, I don't even know if Draco Malfoy has a cousin or not. Hehe :D
Anyways, the randomness is over now and I need to go to sleep since it's really late where I live and I'm starting to go crazy and I can't concentrate anymore. See you all later ;) lol * evil laugh again * ^_^
