Picking and Choosing (Tales of Hogwarts Romance) Chapter 12
(AN: Once again I will put in a warning for some explicit content, but the latter parts of this chapter are vital to the plot, enjoy, R&R –Richard S.)
She lifted her arms from their limp position, gently pushing her fingers through his hair, she smiled at him softly. He eyes traveled over her body, as he frantically tried to store every bit of this in his memory, it was all he could ever put their as an example of being with her, entirely consensual and in good terms. Her V-neck shirt gave him glimpses of a dark green bra, complete with silvery lace around the edges, as she leaned forward to play with his hair. He was in heaven now, she was sitting right on top of him, hands in his hair, cleavage in plain view from his position, a perfect night by any other name. She suddenly yanked his head back by some of his hair, he was going to complain, even though the rough motion was just about enough to make him loose track of their agreement, but she hushed any qualms he had with her lips. He was expecting her to start out softer, slower, more affectionately, but she had rushed in, clearly needing this as bad as he did.
Killious pried open his mouth with little resistance, wanting to take in every bit of him she could under the pretenses they had allowed for. He tasted perfect, dominant and deliriously memorable, it wasn't right that tramps like Pansy Parkinson and Matty Melrose should get to taste this. Forget boys with candy mouths and salty tongues, this was an adrenaline rush just to drink it, she understood in a matter of seconds how he found himself to be so narcissistically alluring and powerful, it was in his DNA, his very blood, she had never noticed his taste before…or perhaps in all honesty it had tasted different, there was a whole new set of hormones that came with being in love, the very same ones that caused schizophrenia in fact, she was drinking in mad man like she'd been in the desert for months. She had to stop, she'd already been there for minutes, the two were breathing furiously through the momentary gaps that shifting heads created, Draco had pulled slightly closer to her, he was struggling within himself not to tear every bit of clothing that was hiding her from him off her body, but had managed to satisfy himself with twisting the two of them in every possible way, hoping that somehow he could find a new way for human bodies to be closer than any one had thought possible.
She tried to retreat and close the kiss, he wouldn't have it. As she started to pull away he used one hand to reach under her jaw and pull her face to his and the other to secure her waste where it was. She could feel his iron grip around her, she knew what was under his shirt, no matter how thick the black turtle-neck seemed to be, she was on a sports team with him, she knew how strong he was, she even knew that he could bench press her weight plus some. A normal reaction would be shy and timid, but the fact that The Draco Malfoy was lying beneath her, cleaving to her like his lifeblood was going to her head, she slipped a hand into the bottom of his shirt.
Draco was as close to nirvana as his life had ever let him be, she was the best thing he'd ever tasted, the best kiss he'd ever experience, he couldn't let it be over, not quite yet, he wasn't willing to let something that good slip through his fingers in a matter of seconds, but he could hardly focus, it had to be too much for his senses to handle, pictures of nothing were flashing through his mind, hallways and students, dark rooms and bright blue eyes, flashes of light and shelves full of glass, he was even seeing the dark mark on a tanned wrist and a chair that looked too familiar, it was getting to be too much, the scenes were getting longer, more complicated, the blue eyes were forming into mans face, he had seen those shelves before, the order of the paths was one he'd traveled before, he was close to having to pull away. He felt her warm hand under his shirt in the back of his mind, his hand left her face to help the other one pull her tighter, the dark room came again it was a stoned in prison, he could feel the zipper of her jeans pressing on his navel, it would leave an imprint, at the end of the halls was a door: the headmasters office, her thighs around his waste, the tan wrist had became an arm covered in bruises and cuts, then he felt her nails on his back, the visions were pushed away, he screamed into her mouth, she caught ever bit of it up and dug in deeper this time, catching an approving moan from his throat, he could feel the heat from two warm bodies all at once, as sweat ran into the cuts, the salt making him shiver as he reached for the button on her pants.
Her kiss became tenderer, soft, loosely distant, he didn't care, she was probably experiencing the same sensory overload he had just been pulled from, he reached a hand into her hair inhaling deeply as his fingers intertwined with the sheets of silk, before he pushed her back into their deep kiss. Her pants were undone; he reached for his own, using his legs to shake her back a little ways so that he could reach the button. She had suddenly become heavier, but he barely noticed, she had come back to their kiss, biting down onto his lower lip, drawing blood, just as he had done to her before, he moved as fast as he could without fumbling like an idiot to unzip his pants.
Killious felt delusional, she was aware of everything he was doing but she couldn't stop herself, the visions seemed to start the second she dug her nails into his back, she was on a ridiculous high, but the blurs of images were leaving her foggy, she could scarcely think about the fact that Draco was using both hands to pull at her jeans, let alone that she had shifted her weight to help him do so, the blue eyes were hauntingly familiar though shades different from Draco's, she watched the door to Dumbldoor's office open at the end of the twisting hallways she could tell that it was Draco's eyes she was seeing through one hand to pull the handle was the only thing she needed to know that it was him, the dark mark look just like the one the girl in Snape's picture had her clothing were different but it seemed inconsequential, the room full of glass and flashing lights was a fight wizards against each other but she had no idea where, Draco had moved their kiss from savage passion to delicate romance, his taste had changed, it was even more intoxicating, he wanted permission, the blue eyes were a full face now with long blond hair evil in every bit of it.
Draco released her mouth and looked into her eyes, they had changed again black had become startling, chaotic, changing swirls of deep greens, ambers, reds, blues, browns, grays, and piercing purple colors. He stared at her like a puppy, as she looked back into his own eyes, his thin smile, his lustful intention present hand in hand with the genuine willingness for "no" to be an answer. "Killious I love you, I need to know that you're okay with this-" He looked down, biting his lip as she took her time to make up her mind. "Illy, it's fine if you're not, I just need to know" he looked up at her again, his eyes locked on hers, as they widened with horror, they had rolled back into her head, as she stared down at him.
Illy knew those blue eyes, from a long time ago, the horror that flooded her made her sick, the visions all included him now though they were brief, fists and nails, cuts and bruises, hair pulling, broken limbs, soft young skin splitting open in crimson waves, she lulled back momentarily, as Draco spoke, "Killious I love you, I need to know that you're okay with this." Snape flashed to her mind, her eyes rolled back into her head, she had lost touch with Draco's distant touches.
Illy was eleven again, thin, sickly, bruised and beaten, she hurt all over and her tears were overwhelming, she had lived this way for three years, why was this new an different, she hadn't cried since the first month, but the moment she saw him she was done, it didn't matter if Sir had her killed, she couldn't take this. Snape moved across the room to her naked form, horrified disgust on his face, she was smaller than any eleven year old should be, he reached out to her shoulder, she shuttered away from his touch, Sir was one thing, but knowing that more than one person would be coming in and out, she tried to scream but no sound would come. She watched the crystalline tears fall from his face, he shrugged off his cloak and wrapped her in it, holding her in his arms like a baby, he looked into her gray eyes, pulling her to his chest protectively, "I want to make you forget all this…I'll make it all go away" Between the statements were minutes of muted explanation, she watched his mouth move, watched his weeps and sobs, but she couldn't hear any of it, finally he kissed her on the forehead and hugged her close once more, "Killious I love you, I need to know that you're okay with this…" She nodded and the vision blacked out.
"Illy, it's fine if you're not, I just need to know" Draco's eyes were glowing, she could tell, but she couldn't see any of it, another vision was coming into play before her, more horrific than the last.
Light broke open in the dark room as a tall man walked through the door, she pushed away any thoughts of fear, she just gripped the quill in her hand and waited, he stood near the door looking at her, the house elves had her in another constricting and ridiculous outfit, fluff and lace wrapped her fragile form, but wearing clothing for a few hours was better than huddling under a scrap of a blanket, naked, in a place this cold and wet. He smiled that familiar smile, she could see the filthy intentions in his eyes, she had to move quickly or not at all, she darted towards him, jamming the quill into his leg and slipping through the door past him, she wasted no time locating the steps to the main house, ignoring her still healing leg from the last attempt she made at escape, she sprinted up the stairs, the door was in sight, Sir was nipping at her heals, she pushed the door open, sunlight spilled onto the stairs behind her, the first bit of light she's seen in three years, she was no where near escape yet though. The expanse of the manor was huge, she would have to find someone willing to help, she listened for voices, struggling to hear what sounded like music, and a woman's voice not far away, her feet were pounding on the tiled floor, she burst into the hallway; there must have been ten doors on each side. She listened again for the voices, to her left, three doors down, her leg was failing, she almost tripped, as she opened the door. A blond woman and her son were sitting in uncomfortable looking chairs, sipping tea, they were horrified, she must have looked almost like an overdressed skeleton at this point, she could hear Sir in the hall behind her roaring in anger as he tried to find her, she started towards them, but her leg gave way, she could hear it snap as she slipped on her dress, blood pooled on the floor. The boy's face was beginning to tear, he was whimpering into his mothers cream colored gown. Sir stormed into the room, the door splintered as it swung into the wall freely. The loss of blood was making her delirious, she looked down at her leg, the bone was protruding in her shin, she had turned the fracture into a full split, the skin was punctured completely, the bones weren't the white she expected, instead they seemed wrongfully red. Her eyes drifted up from her leg, the piano music from before was still playing, tears had begun to mist her vision, the blond boy was mesmerized, she realized just what a sight she must have been, beautiful white lacy gown, hair in black curls, and a white felt choker, she could have been mistaken for an six or seven year old little girl, she was far underdeveloped and malnourished, her skin was deathly pale. Come to think of it, this was the first time she had seen the sun in three years, it danced on his golden hair and in his eyes, he looked like a gaping god, a horrified savior, just pacing himself before he rushed to her rescue, but he only looked to his mother, she was glaring at sir, Illy promised herself she would never forget that name so long as she lived, it was sealed with the blood that surrounded her, the woman screamed…
