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The Methods of a Malfoy	By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Our footfalls soft on the weathered flagstone pavers, cloaks billowing gently behind us, I followed Draco out of the shadowy courtyard, our fingers netted together, my hand enfolded in his. The moonlight was bright and the stars were out, their glow illuminating the landscape in a way that I was sure neither Draco nor I had ever seen in our time spent at Hogwarts up to now. It was a truly beautiful place. Mystical. Mesmerising. The night was silent, there was no-one around us for miles, all of the creatures which scurried and ventured freely in the surrounding grounds and woodland during the day seemingly retired for the night. Ordinarily, I would find such profound silence unnerving, but as I followed Draco, the warmth of his hand as it continued to hold mine melding through my palm, I relished the undeniable peace that settled around us.
After a short walk, down an incline slope, up another, through a small thicket of trees, then along a small winding path, we came to a fence that obstructed our way. I glanced back briefly and saw the castle, already sinking in the distance and darkness behind me, its windows glowing golden through the blanket of the night. Draco vaulted over the barrier of the fence easily before turning to lift me over, his hands clutching gently at my waist. I protested slightly, as I was perfectly capable of scaling the fence on my own, which he knew well, but he insisted, hoisting me towards him and clearing the fence in one smooth movement as my hands rested on his shoulders. My complaints were silenced with a sweet, soft kiss on my cheek as he gently lowered my feet to the ground and when I pulled back and glanced into his pale grey eyes, I felt such a sudden rush of emotions that I felt for a looming split second that I may start crying. For the first time, in a long time, I felt wanted. I felt safe. I felt special, lucky. Dare I believe it, I felt loved.
In that moment, I only saw Draco and he only saw me. And we both saw the flicker of desire and adoration in each other gazes through the muted light. He smiled softly at me again, stroking his hand slowly, tenderly down the length of my long, loose hair before pulling me along once more as we journeyed further along the path. Between some bushes then along a smaller track, we trudged, beneath the towering face of a steeply slanted hill that ran adjacent to the very path which we followed. We walked a little more then eventually stopped, hidden from the now far-off lights and view of the castle, by the shadows and enveloping greenery that wrapped around us.
"It’s nice up here, isn’t it?" Draco began, leaning back against the slope of the hill, his hand still lightly holding mine, our fingers brushing gently together.
"Deafening quiet,” I answered with a hint of my routine sarcasm, “but yes, you're right. It is nice. It’s beautiful. Mystical. Magical…dare I say.”
Draco’s smile curled into an amused smirk.
“I knew you’d like it.”
I tilted my head upwards to survey the inky blanket above me. The blue and black swirled together almost as if the night sky was made of marble, the stars like powdered diamonds, twinkling brightly, cast across every visible inch. I must have been unknowingly standing in silence for quite a while before a stroke of Draco’s fingers against mine brought me back to myself.
“What’s wrong?” he purred softly, his eyes, dark through the shadows, watching me with a hint of concern, “you’re uncharacteristically quiet.”
Slowly, I shook my head.
"I’m just... thinking.” I responded with a half-smile, dropping my gaze from the sky at last, not wanting to trouble him with my thoughts, even though I knew, he’d be able to easily tell if I was trying to fib to him. I should have known better than to try and veil my feelings. Draco could read me like an open book and had been able to since the moment I had met him. And at that moment, he had seen something in my eyes, a mixture of both concern and confusion. He had seen the silent battle that was raging in my head as I fought for a decision that was both right and true. The corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk, his eyes remaining locked to mine.
“You’ve always been a bad liar...” he replied softly, pulling me to him once more.
I looked up to gaze at him as he turned me in his arms and pressed up against me on the hillside. His fingers netted together with mine, my hands raised up to my shoulders, his hold, his body caging me possessively, intimately beneath him.
"Draco…?" I began, but soon, he was kissing me again, more aggressively than before, our lips entangled in one another's.
My hands gripped the back of his silver-blonde hair, my fingers dragging through the soft strands as his lips smothered mine, deep and passionate, his tongue sliding slowly between my lips, seeking permission before embracing and dancing with my own. I groaned and sighed between our mouths and slid my arms down to encircle them around his neck, pulling him ever closer to me, bestowing a gentle but meaningful nip upon his lower lip.
"Oh god love…” Draco rumbled and I quickly pulled back, touching my fingers nervously to my mouth, thinking I had done something wrong.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head slowly then and gave a soft chuckle.
“Not at all, beautiful. I just thought it was hot. You biting my lip.”
I felt my cheeks flare in a blush, my gaze dropping shyly to the ground at my feet, as I became undeniably embarrassed all of a sudden. A fraction of a second later, I felt a finger scoop under my chin and my gaze being pulled back upwards, to look into Draco’s hooded, riveted gaze, his face masked partially by shadow.
“Don’t be shy...” he whispered.
I could feel the warmth of his breath graze across my lips. A tingle rippled through me and coursed down my front, right to the pit of my belly where I felt the throbbing heat starting to gather.
He bought my mouth back up to his, kissing me slowly, tenderly, but so fully, it felt as though every ounce of air had been drawn from my lungs. I couldn’t contain the soft groan that rose from my throat. It was such a simple gesture, but so full of sincerity and intensity, and in an instant, I couldn’t get enough of it. I hoped he would never stop kissing me in such a way, it made an already seemingly perfect thing like his kiss completely and utterly unmatchable. And made me undeniably aroused.
Slowly but surely, the caress of his lips deepened with mine, and before I realised what was happening, I felt his fingers travel to the silver fastening of the front of my cloak. It dropped from my shoulders to pool at our feet amongst the damp grass. I returned the gesture before continuing onto his shirts, stripping both his light pullover and t-shirt up and over his head as one, before dropping them carelessly on the ground beside us. My hands ghosted over the toned, lightly muscular chest that I revealed and Draco moaned softly into my mouth as we continued to kiss through our movements, stripping my tops off as well, the cool night air kissing my bare skin as I stood in only my jeans and bra. Once more, he sucked deep and full at my lips, making me gasp in return, our mouths slipping apart, only the very tips still grazing, our eyes locking. I was then I realised I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was in love with him. Completely and utterly. And I wanted to be with him always. No matter what.
“I…” I stammered, my voice shaking somewhat as the desire that was flooding my body started to become overwhelming. “Draco…I…”
I paused again, my mouth slightly agape. It was almost as if I had forgotten how to speak. My head was buzzing. All I could see was his penetrating grey eyes which were locked to mine, silently questioning. He touched a warm hand to my cheek and my eyes fluttered shut, relishing in his caress.
“What’s the matter? Tell me…”
“I think…,” I whispered, pausing again to swallow deeply as I remained riveted to his gaze, before finally, it all came tumbling out, “I think…I...I think I’m in love with you. I love you, Draco. I really do. I love you.”
Utter silence fell around us. I stood dead still, almost like I had been petrified, the only part of me moving to be my eyes, the only sounds I heard that of the thundering of the blood in my ears and my heart thudding in my chest. The silence seemed to last an eternity, though in reality it was probably on a few seconds and I was rapidly coming increasingly hysterical within as the seconds ticked by. Finally, I cracked.
“Oh god please…” I near sobbed, “please…please say s-something…”
I felt my lip begin to quiver and I knew I was only seconds away from bursting into full-blown tears. I swallowed hard again, pressing my lips together and squeezing my eyes shut, tears beginning to quiver at the corners, Draco’s silent gaze now becoming unbearable to look at. It was then I heard it.
“I love you too.”
I kept my eyes shut and said nothing for a moment. I thought I must be hearing things. I waited. Then, I heard it a second time.
“I love you too.”
It was undeniable. Draco was still standing there in front of me, his gaze locked to mine when I opened my eyes back again.
“What?” It was barely a whisper but he heard me. I know he heard me, because he said the very same words, for a third, heart fluttering time.
“I love you too, beautiful. I always have. From the moment I saw you. That very first day. I have always loved you. You are, without a doubt, the most incredible, strong, stubborn, beautiful woman that I have ever met.”
Nothing else needed to be said. Without a single word more, our mouths met again, our kiss so deep and passionate, that I felt myself simply collapse into it. I felt Draco cup both of my cheeks with his hands, cradling my face fully as he deepened the kiss even more until his lips slid from mine to whisper in my ear. I felt his arousal straining, tented in the still closed restriction of his trousers, pressing hard, warm, and eager against my bare belly.
“Sweetheart…” he purred, sliding one hand down between us, his fingers flicking open the buttons at the front of my jeans, “I need to be inside of you. Will you let me?”
I drew in a shaky breath.
"Here?"
"Yes. I want to take you right here beautiful, right now, standing like this. I want to show you how much you mean to me."
He dragged my zip down before slipping his fingers inside my knickers and between my slippery, warm folds, finding with skilled accuracy my throbbing nub of flesh. He began stroking lovingly but possessively at my pulsing bud, my eyes lolling weakly shut, a sighing groan rising from my throat as his tongue trailed along the shell of my ear.
"But...but someone could hear….ahhh..." I was panting now, my protests weak.
"No-one will hear…not if you're quiet…," Draco growled, smirking, as he eased my jeans down the tops of my thighs. With one hand, he finally released his own arousal, pulling it from the confines of his now opened trousers and boxers, all the while as he continued to caress and tease me with his tongue at my ear and his fingers on my clit.
I ran my hands down his back, stroking and clenching at the taut, bare skin, pulling him closer against me as he began stripping my knickers down my hips until they too joined my jeans at my ankles. Reaching around, he gripped my rear and tugged me towards him, our lips, our tongues, our bodies crushing back together, not so much as a slither of space between our bodies. When Draco finally broke the kiss moments later, he raised his hand to my mouth, resting 2 of his long fingers upon my lips.
"Give ‘em a suck, beautiful, lick them. Make them nice and wet." he purred and then watched attentively as I pulled his digits into my mouth, wetting them liberally.
He groaned at the attention I gave his fingers, running his other hand under one of my thighs to lift my leg free of the confines of my bunched jeans, readying me for what was to inevitably come. I gasped at the rush of cold air against such a delicate part of my body, and let Draco’s fingers slip from my mouth. With a groaning sigh, he pressed his brow against mine, our lips grazing, teasing as he trailed his now slick fingers down to my entrance. He breached me easily, pushing into my sticky, wet heat, my body opening to him in a way that it had never before, my head lolling back against the hill behind me as I let him finger me in preparation.
"You have no idea what you do to me, beautiful…" he grunted as he thrust his arousal against me, so close that if his fingers had not already been inside me, he would have slid easily in.
"You're wrong. I know…exactly, what I do…ahhh… to you," I gasped, grinding my hips against his erection, “…it’s exactly the same thing that you do to me. You entrance me. You distract me. You thrill me. And you drive me absolutely... fucking crazy.”
I gave a tight squeeze around Draco’s fingers within me and my motions, combined with my words, was about as much as he could take. He pulled his fingers from me, then, in one swift motion, lifted my other thigh and pressed me up against the hill, before surging forward and thrusting his arousal deep into me. I practically screamed, my need to be quiet overtaken by the instant pleasure. My arms reached back to grip the thick grass of the hill and Draco dug his fingers into my thighs as he began to move.
Our bodies rocked together in unison, my now exposed breasts which had been freed from my bra when Draco had roughly tugged it down now heaving and falling in front of his face. My head was thrown back in pleasure, my mouth open, my lips kiss swollen and red. My eyes looked down on him, filled with lust, my cheeks flushed, burning hotly. I groaned deeply, tightening my grip on the hill behind me as I rode up and down on his rock-hard cock, feeling the surging drive and quivering power in his legs as I thrust against them, the cradling embrace of his arms wrapping me as he continued to hold me and work me upon him.
I gasped loudly as Draco leaned forward, pushing harder into me, thrusting deeper and deeper, the thatch of his pubic hair grinding and grazing against the throbbing sensitised nub of my swollen clit and wet pussy, his tongue drawing trails along the front of my neck, my throat contracting and expanding with my increasing gasps and pants. I groaned loudly again as his fingers plunged between into my folds, his thumb rubbing and worrying my clit with such a measured intensity that I felt my whole body was close to crumbling in pleasure.
We knew that neither of us would last long like this, and a couple more strokes of his slick thumb between my folds combined with his cock pistoning inside of me had me shaking, whimpering, tensing then finally crying out with a strangled wail. My nails dug hard into the flesh of his back, my body bucking against his as the white-hot heat tore up the front of me. Draco practically howled at the sensation of my body tightening around him. He thrust a few more times within me, his fractured breaths hot and desperate against my face, pushing in as deep as he could, before, with several violent jolts of his hips and a deep guttural groan, he came in hot, hard spurts, deep within me.
We clung to each other for a long while, panting against each other’s neck, until I finally, rather unexpectedly, broke out into a cheerful laugh. Draco leaned into my neck, the joy infectious, and grinned happily, his lips pressing soft, sloppy kisses to my thudding pulse point. After a long moment, he, at last, lowered my now aching thighs, watching his essence drip down between them as he smoothly slipped out of me. With a devilish smirk, he trailed a finger up the inside of my leg, catching the sticky wetness and delighting at the very sight of it, his eyes twinkling before he slipped a couple of fingers back inside me, thrusting playfully and watching me moan at the sensation.
"Another round already?" I asked him, mirth on my face. Draco’s eyes glistened with glee and he reached up again to press a wet, hot kiss to my lips.
"I would, I most definitely would. But we should be getting back now," he said, removing his fingers with a purr as he began to tuck himself away, “it’s getting chilly and I don’t want you to get cold.”
I stretched against the hill with a deep sigh and nodded in reluctant agreement. We dressed quickly before Draco took my hand once more and we made our way slowly back along the pathway, back towards the castle. We were still holding hands when we stepped back into the same shadowy courtyard that we had left from earlier in the night, Draco turning to me with a curled smile.
“So…where do we go from here, hey?” His finger dragged up my still flushed cheek, pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“I don’t really know yet,” I replied honestly with a soft chuckle, “but I did have one thought…”
Draco cocked his brow curiously. “And that is?”
Our gazes locked once more and I couldn’t help but smile as I heard myself reply.
“To your bed?”
Returning my grin, his eyes flickered as he held my gaze.
“You know what?” he purred, leaning his lips into mine once more, “I think that is a fucking fabulous idea. Pun fully intended.”
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