Lullaby

PART I
Figured you out

“I love the way you pass the check,
and I love the good times that you wreck,
and I love your lack of self-respect
while you’re passed out on the deck.
I love my hands around your neck.”
Nickelback.

I gradually became used to having him in my bed. At first he just came once or twice a week, but as months passed by he grew more and more dependent on me. During the day he was more irritating than ever. He picked up fights even with his friends.
Why was he still hanging out with them when he obviously couldn’t stand them was a mystery to me.
I once asked him that and he just shrugged and said: “sometimes the company is nice.” I took it he didn’t want to talk about it anymore so I proceeded to ravish his mouth.
One might think I was developing some sort of romantic feeling towards him; which is not true. I must admit there was one morning in which I almost, almost, asked him to stay…
We usually hanged in my bed for a while before he went under his invisibility cloak, back to his dorm. We would have lazy morning sex and then I’d tell him to leave. But that day I opened my eyes to find him fully dressed and half way to the door.
“What are you doing?” and it sounded less menacing than I wanted it too.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m leaving.”
“Forget it. Get back in here immediately.”
“No I won’t!” What was he now, a rebel?? “I just… I’m not feeling well. Let me go, please.” Ah. Now that was better.
“Go on, then.”
He closed the door and my bedroom felt like a hermetic cell. I got up and showered, and even with the creamy scent of expensive shampoo all around me I couldn’t stop thinking about Potter and his damn change of mood.
Later that same day I had Weasley pushing me against a wall after potions, his fist tightly gripping the front of my school robes.
“What are you doing to him?” He yelled, spilling my clothes with his nasty saliva.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said smirking malevolently. So Weasley knew something… now that was getting interesting. “Get off!” I ordered, pushing him away and straightening my tie. He fell flat on his ass and looked up at me with such anger that I thought his head might explode. I ran my fingers through my silky blond hair and saw Potter watching us from the middle of the corridor.
“What’s going on?” He asked with clear fear showing in his voice.
“Your friend here attacked me for no particular reason.” I explained exaggerating my tone to that of a child playing innocent.
“You git!” said the red-haired while gathering his books from around him.
“Ron?”
“You have to stop this Harry, he’s… he’s…”
“What did you do?” said Harry, stepping closer but not helping his colleague up.
“I just-I just warned him…”
“I told you not to open your fucking mouth!” Harry’s voice was so harsh with pain and anger that at first I thought he was talking to me.
“You told him?” I said, outraged. “How could you? Are you stupid, Potter?” I pretended to be angry, but the fact is that I was enjoying myself immensely. This was just too good to be true…
“I’m sorry… I-I thought he… I thought he was my friend!” He finished, turning his eyes to Weasley.
“Harry, please…”
“Don’t! Just don’t Ron! How…I-I can’t believe it!” Oh, God… no there would be no stopping me from having the Boy-Who-Lived at my mercy now; betray shone brightly in his deep green eyes and I swear I could see his perfect world falling all around him.
“I’ve always warned you, you should have never befriended him.” I commented arrogantly.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
And he punched me! How dare he?? Potter’s fist connected with my jaw and it all became black. I feared for my life but then I heard the distinctive sour voice of Professor Snape and I opened my eyes to find him hovering over my limp body, inspecting for bruises and further damage.

Potter got a detention, of course. I visited him after curfew to make sure it was a hell of a punishment. He was cleaning a big
cauldron which was covered in a sticky looking blue substance. I wasted no time, just took him by his hair and stood him up.
“Don’t ever, EVER, do that again!” I yelled while pushing him against one of the desks.
“Draco I…”
“Shut up! Just shut up! We won’t meet again until you’ve learned your lesson.” My, that was hard to say…
“But I’m sorry!”
I ignored him and went back to my dorm, where I sat by the fireplace and planned how our next night together would be…


There were nights in which he was completely submissive; he would just lay there and let me do whatever I wanted. But there were nights in which he was in a whimsical mood, and I had to pretend I cared deeply about him if I wanted his cooperation. I got to like those nights particularly ‘cause the more he thought I loved him the more power I had over him.
I told him once. I don’t know how it slipped from my lips… He came late that Wednesday night. I was in bed already and he silently put his glasses on my nightstand and eased himself under my covers. He said nothing, just slid his hand under the shirt of my pyjamas and caressed my stomach lovingly while his mouth laid small wet kisses all over my jaw and neck.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in his small and too masculine voice.
“You’re late.”
“I’m sorry. Professor Snape-“
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get the hell out of here.” And after I said that I wasn’t really sure it was what I wanted. But he was late, right? I had to discipline him.
“I-I’m sorry… please… let me stay.” He begged, all the while planting his lips all over my exposed skin. When I didn’t answer nor responded to his touch he tried again “I won’t ask for anything tonight…”
“Take off your clothes then.” He obeyed and once he was done I rolled us over so I was on top; as always.
His skin was soft and tanned and my hands burned with each touch. I got a feverish feeling every time I heard him moan my name and I had to keep my eyes from looking into his for fear of losing sanity.
That’s why I hated him so much, ‘cause even in his state of utter lack of self-respect he managed to look brave and even menacing. He looked up at me like he could turn the tables any moment; and maybe he could, but he didn’t want to.
“I love you.” I said, and his eyes grew wider and shone brighter, and he whispered “I love you too.” With such passion and adoration I thought he might faint.
Ever since that night there was nothing I couldn’t do, he was absolutely mine and whenever our eyes met I felt my throat constrict with the need to shout triumphantly.
That was it. It would never end unless I wanted it to; and I knew if I ever did he’d be consumed by his doom and kill himself.
That would be the first match I’d win against him.

“And now I know who you are,
it wasn’t that hard
just to figure you out.”
Nickelback.

END OF PART I


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