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Draco\'s POV



I\'ve always enjoyed parties. A great group of people are bustling around me, wanting to gain my attention. Currently it\'s a growing group of people.



And here he is, among them. It\'s very befitting, indeed.



Christmas – the time of love and forgiving – becomes also the celebration of darkness. Their influence is continuing to spread.



But I don\'t want to spoil my mood.



This party is special for me. During the usual chatting, my attention is wandering restless. I have to find someone tonight. It\'s easier this way, as everyone is dressed pretty and is showing the best of them. It\'s easy to compare.



Ron Weasley is in one of his time worn andsecond hand clothes. He doesn\'t befit my tastefully dressed cortege at all.



For more than a week now I have neglected him. No sex for so long, but I have taken care of his time anyway. He has to spend it near me. It\'s only for comparison until I find somebody suitable instead of him.



I have gone too far and realized that I\'ve taken him too seriously. Our last time was very enjoyable – in fact – too enjoyable. And when I say \'too\', I mean it. It scared the shit out of me.



I decided to let him go, or rather push him away and definitely never let him near my bed again. Bad enough, this time of abstinence isn\'t any good for me. I have become annoyed and sexually frustrated.



It\'s not like girls wouldn\'t stand queues to snatch me, but they are bothersome. They want too much of me and expect too much from me. I\'m like a prince for them, because I can offer everything: money, status, a secure future.



But he was right; I became a princess – looking for the perfect male match currently.



I continue comparing, but despite his shabby and worn clothes I still can\'t imagine doing it with someone else. I only have to keep trying, though maybe the problem is the fair amount of alcohol I have already consumed.



Why is this so difficult? I take a new glass and drink it in one go.



Ignoring the annoying crowd hinting moderately that I have had a little too much already, my eyes – like ever so often in the past couple of days – go searching for him. When he\'s nowhere to be seen I get angry. I can\'t remember allowing him to leave me.



I decide that this is a good opportunity to spend my frustration by disciplining and tormenting him a bit.



Yes, this\'ll definitely raise my mood.



As expected he has drown back into solitude. Who would he be with anyway? This certainty lets me relax strangely, but I immediately slap myself mentally for it.



I have to be hard, vicious and unmerciful.



He\'s on a remote balcony that\'s rarely used. He probably wanted to hide a bit. No wonder. This party isn\'t about love and forgiving that he\'s probably used to in his family.



I\'m not jealous. This is just the way it is. My family can provide me things of different quality. I shake my head to lose these unpleasant thoughts that are only the result of too much alcohol and make my way towards my victim.



When I open the door cold wind hits my skin. If it wasn\'t for the alcohol I\'d probably head back this instant. I hate cold. My hand and feet become lifeless and numb, especially in winter. But they always get hot when it comes to sex.



I hush these thoughts away and approach him. In his left hand there\'s a glass and with the right he\'s embracing his torso. He has to keep himself warm, too, it seems. This is giving me an idea.



"Here were you hiding."



He\'s pushing himself from the rail he was leaning to.



"I only needed a bit of fresh air, but I was about to go back soon anyway. You don\'t have to stalk me; I\'m not escaping anywhere."



It seems like someone had even more alcohol than me. This doesn\'t give him the right to talk to me in this tone, though. I have to teach him this.



"What a lovely idea. A little air won\'t hurt."



I walk to the rail to take a better look on the snowy land, but the truth is, I only want to get closer to him to carry out my plan. This will be very unpleasant for him.



"Do you have some left?"



I point at his glass. He\'s presenting it to me and I\'m stepping to him getting hold of both the glass and the hand holding it. His hand is cold like ice, so the relative warmth of mine own makes him shudder.



I pull the liquid to my lips and taste it. It\'s some cheap spirit, but not that bad. When the drink is making its way back to its previous owner I take action. I\'m slowly turning the glass and the content is pouring on his outfit – if outfit fits the ugly mat he\'s wearing.



Because of the cold and alcohol his reaction comes slower.



"Shit!"



He\'s finally jumping back, but it\'s already too late. I got him right on the middle.



He\'s opening his robes to get the cold liquid out of it, but his white shirt is soaked wet.



"Whet the hell did you do that for, Malfoy?"



"I felt like it. I don\'t need any special reason."



He\'s shocked and angry and I smirk. Without a word he turns and I put my hand on his shoulder.



"Stay."



He\'s facing me again. I lazily take the empty glass that he\'s still holding tight and place it somewhere safe.



"It\'s freezing cold here, Malfoy. I\'ve been here for 20 minutes already and now my clothes are wet."



"In this case, you should take them off."



I\'m not backing down from the face he\'s making, nor is his anger moving me.



"Here?"



"You just have to take off the ones that got wet."



I stat it like it was only natural, but he – of course – is hesitating. Did I let the collar too loose?



"Hurry or you will catch cold."



First the robe is falling to the ground. It looks like he wants to end it here.



"Come on. If you don\'t do it properly I\'ll have you dance, too."



He carefully unbuttons his shirt. His fingers are trembling and his body is knitting together to get hold of the little heat it still has.



He\'s placing his eyes at me for a last try, but I won\'t give any mercy and nod. The shirt disappears.



I sink my hands into my padded pockets. The sight alone is making me cold. His eyes are pleading embarrassed and his teeth chatter when he starts shivering for real. I lean to the rail.



"Come here if it\'s that unbearable."



With one and a half step he\'s before me and pulls me to him. The front of my robes, or better my whole robe is made of a very fine and soft material that captures heat of course. It\'s in the middle of winter, what else is someone like me supposed to wear?



His grip is tight on me and I get tempted to take pity on him.



"It\'s very cold, Malfoy. Do you want to kill me? If you plan to make me from pet to lover again, then we should just go to your room."



Lover.



The word is echoing through my head.



Lover.



Pet…



Lover?



My head starts spinning from alcohol when I\'m trying to think about it deeply. I shall not let myself get distracted. I\'ll finish what I\'ve started.



I lick over his collarbone; of course he\'s startled. I plant kisses along the area where he tastes of the strong liquid. I stop lapping when an extremely strong breeze makes him shudder.



"Let\'s go inside. Please?"



I find myself in my arch mood.



"Why don\'t you make me let you go inside?"



His hand is sliding hurried behind the back of my head and he crushes his lips to mine. When I fully respond, both his hands embrace me again and I\'m being lifted. It\'s surprising at first, but isn\'t bad at all.



It\'s strange to be carried by another \'man\' while kissing. I like it very much, I decide.



The sound of the door wakes me from my pleasant thoughts. Warm air appears all around me. I slowly open my eyes and our lips part.



"You tricked me."



I tell him scolding, but I can\'t help it and my serious expression disappears. It must be the alcohols fault, because I start giggling like mad. The situation seems too unreal. The nice warmth after the chilly wind, a deep, hot kiss from an expert kisser, a strong embrace and the lifting of those strong arms.



In this moment they all make me feel different, even special. Although I always knew I couldn\'t be compared to others, I\'ve never felt really special before. I have no idea what has come over me, but I think this must be what they call happiness.



It\'s not contentment and it\'s also far from satisfaction.



It\'s rather like the whole world is mine and mine alone. Money, status disappears and it\'s only me who\'s left. A heap of drunken mess, but free to enjoy this laughter. I place my head to his shoulder and let it rest there until the last impulse of giggling is leaving me.



I never realized when I put my hands around him. His breath is close to my ear and he only has to whisper, I can hear everything clearly.



"You are totally insane."



I smirk and breathe on his shoulder as an apology. Then I start giggling again.



"Are you still cold?"



He\'s sucking in the air deeply and lets it slowly out.



"Really…"



His tone is like chiding a little child. Shouldn\'t he be mad? Shouldn\'t he let go of me already? I don\'t want him to let go though. It would be so good if it lasted a bit more. He won\'t let go, because I didn\'t tell him to. And I still hold him myself.



That\'s why he cannot get away. I won\'t let him. I bury my face deeper into his neck and won\'t cry.



Why should I cry if it feels so good?



And the next morning



My eyelids are heavy and my throat is dry. The throbbing in my head is not even worth thinking about, because it\'s a common companion of hangover. Maybe if I turn to the side very carefully I\'ll get into a more comfortable position.



My body feels worn out, the muscles ache and I\'m rusty in every part in general. When I slide one leg over the other I abruptly come to a halt. There\'s something sticky between my thighs. My eyes shot open and I don\'t care about the pain. My heart is racing and it pumps welcoming adrenalin through my veins.



What the hell have I done?



The images of last night come to my mind partly; though after I left the crowd they are just scattered pieces.



This wasn\'t supposed to be like this!



I definitely didn\'t want to have sex. I decided not to want it. But I got weak. And the problem is I can\'t exactly remember what happened.



He\'s sleeping beside me. I\'ve never allowed him to stay until morning before; it would have been dangerous for many reasons.



I sit up and toss the sheet aside to take a look at my posterior. I gasp in horror.



What happened to my beautiful skin?



I\'m covered with bruises and bloodshot. There are greenish spots on my hips, shaping fingerprints. Although I can\'t remember clearly, roaming images flash into my mind how his strong hands hold me down while fucking me hard.



And I enjoyed it.



Every sweet second.



Something white is covering the inside of my thighs. It\'s mostly dried but still sticky in some places. I open my legs and cold creeps up my spine.



He\'s sitting up beside me, too and I turn to him angrily. He\'s not fully awake, yet. Lately I have become afraid to take a glimpse at his waking self; I thought I\'d find it cute for sure.



He is cute. And sexy.



The sound of my hand slapping him from the right breaks the silence. I have to make him very clear what my problem is.



"You made me bleed again."



I catch a glimpse of anger in his now awake eyes, but he has it in grip.



"I was drunk, but I can clearly remember you telling me to do you harder."



Shit.



"I can also clearly remember to have told you not to break me again, ever, and that you aren\'t allowed to come inside me."



His eyes wander to my lap and they linger there for long, awkward seconds. He\'s lifting an eyebrow. I must look like a bitch after a hard and busy night with all that bruises and other things covering me. He doesn\'t show, but the sight probably entertains him.



"Did you think I would find it funny that you ruined my body?"



I ask darkly. His indifference makes me see red. He doesn\'t even bother looking up to me.



"You did find it funny last night. Anyway, that\'s nothing that wouldn\'t heal…"



I slap him again hard. He\'s taking a deep breath.



No! I don\'t want him calm. I want him angry, furious even. His indifference is bugging me more than the actual injuries. Only god knows what kind of embarrassing things I did the night before and he won\'t even spit them directly in my face.



When did I become such an uninteresting person? Am I not even worth opposing anymore? Do I have to hit him to make him look at me, if only for a bit?



"Okay."



Okay? Nothing\'s okay! Not for me!



"I apologize."



Apologize!



He doesn\'t get a thing. He won\'t get what\'s happening to me. I want to scream. I have to get him out of here as soon as possible. I open my mouth to dismiss him finally, but he\'s faster. His cruel words take improbably long to reach my mind.



"Shall I give you a quick blow to make you feel better?"



His tone is tired and there is a hint of annoyance, too, but it\'s the casualness of the offered act that makes my skin crawl more than the injuries. It\'s suddenly hard to breathe and before I know it, it\'s now my fist that\'s connecting with his face.



His head is knocking to the side. I managed to get him; the corner of his mouth starts bleeding.



He has to hit back now. I prepare mentally.



I want him to hurt me, so I can hurt him back.



His breath is rapid; just like I wanted it. His old self would have been on me the second I laid a hand on him. I\'m still unable to grasp it where he got all the strength to control himself so well, while I\'m more confused and weaker every second.



"That\'s enough."



His hair is covering his face and eyes and I want to see them, so I grab a fistful of the messy redness and pull it, so that he has to look at me.



His expression is anything than composed or controlled. He\'s still my captured wild animal. And a tough and rebelling one, unfortunately. I\'m whispering close into his face.



"You should understand your place better, Ron."



"You should make it clearer for me then. You want me to submit and you want me to be dominant at the same time. You must be really screwed up. Draco."



My name is rolling from his lips in a disgusting fashion. So that\'s it. I\'m being trampled on. He can\'t be that dumb. He must have realized already that I have fallen for him. He must have realized it before I even admitted it to my own self.



He knows that I didn\'t bring anyone else to my bed, that he was the only one for months. This is something that cannot stay unnoticed.



And this is my present for Christmas. It\'s wrapped carefully and put under the tree.



You are screwed up, Draco.



I lift my hand to hit him again, but this time he\'s catching my wrist. My other hand is also captured when I lung at him to scratch out his eyes.



"It must be hard for you to be the toy of a screwed up person like me!"



All the sweetness of yesterday vanishes. But who am I making excuses to? It was only me who ever felt it. I was hopelessly drunk and led myself on to believe in something that has never existed.



"I\'m going to show you how screwed up I really am!"



I scream at him and he has to push me down on my back to stop my crazy outburst. I go on kicking and wriggling until I get tired. He\'s holding me down with his weight and his grip on my wrists above my head. When I don\'t resist anymore his grip weakens.



"Look, Malfoy. I\'m going now and you get a good rest. You need it."



He knows very well that I prefer my surname in bed. This is clearly an insult. I won\'t have it.



"You aren\'t allowed to, Weasley. You promised me a blow if I remember correctly."



He\'s sighing.



"You aren\'t even in the mood."



He emphasizes this with pushing his hips to mine. Yes. This time, I\'m definitely not aroused.



"Then you have to get me into the mood."



I state aloof. I know I\'m acting like a child, but I\'m afraid what\'ll happen if I let him go like this. He\'s hesitating.



"Give me a blow. Now."



I leave no room for arguments and spread my legs. His anger returns and he\'s slowly climbing between my legs like a predator. I sit up a bit and make myself comfortable between the pillows.



He\'s leaning frigidly over my member. I became halfway erect from the anticipation, although I\'m still shaking with emotions. His lips engulf the tip and I have no problems to harden more as his wet mouth is sliding down the length with the leading hot tongue.



I soon part my legs more and he\'s sliding a finger into me. It\'s somewhat uncomfortable now that I had a lot done to me last night, but to my surprise I come fast after only a short teasing. He looks also shocked.



"That was real fast."



I relax into the feeling after and put the back of my left hand on my eyes.



"Get lost."



Silence. The bed is moving under his weight, but instead of getting off he\'s on me again.



"Hey. You seem pretty relaxed."



Didn\'t he want to leave before badly?



"What."



Now it\'s me who\'s acting all annoyed. He\'s planting a kiss on my lips and his erection is pressing down on my stomach.



"This was pretty sexy."



"This was a blow like any other."



I show him that I\'m not impressed at all, so he\'s kissing me a second time, deeper. I let him and he\'s positioning himself to enter me.



"What do you think you are doing?"



He\'s looking at me wicked and seductively, while sliding a finger into me again.



"It will only hurt a bit at the beginning. Do you really not want it?"



He\'s adding a second finger and it hurts. Of course I won\'t do it with him like this. It\'s not that bad, though, with just fingers. I\'m feeling hotter, but I still won\'t let him do it.



"Come on. I will be real gentle."



While giving me sweet promises, he\'s twisting his fingers a bit and makes me moan.



"Is this a yes?"



"It\'s a no."



He\'s kissing me again and starts nibbling at my lips.



He is gentle.



"Can I?"



My protest is a moan again, because his tongue is in my mouth again. He\'s ready to enter me, only waiting for a little sign of approval from me.



"You\'re not going to see tomorrow if you don\'t take me to heaven."



He\'s pushing the tip in slowly and I hiss. When he\'s going in deeper there is only sharper pain. My inside didn\'t have the time to heal properly; my only luck is that he\'s being real careful.



I hold on to him for support and he\'s flinching. I didn\'t even realize he got hurt, too. I turn my head to the side and realize the angry red scars along his hips. I\'m sliding my hands up his back and feel that they continue. I look at his face stunned.



He\'s smirking meaningfully, while going all the way in and I blush.



"Do you still not remember how much you were into it last night?"



His hands have found the part of my thighs where he left the bruises before.



"No."



I groan as something familiar does come to my mind. It hurts only a bit now and it rather turns me on. His hands go lower to my knees and I\'m putting my legs around his hips automatically, to provide deeper access.



I like this pose. It\'s easier for him to move faster and I can get hold of his back, clasping him tighter to my body.



"Still doesn\'t ring a bell?"



His arms go under and around me and we are sandwiched together. I start mimicking his thrusts and hold onto him during constant moans, like my life depended on it. His lips and teeth attack my neck and shoulder and his hair is tickling my face nicely. I breathe into it and the smell of faint alcohol and sweat fills my nose.



It brings back last night finally. The same as now, only rougher, tangled and more poses following.



"Get a grip on your claws."



"Sorry."



I\'m trying to find a hold on him where he\'s less injured, but it isn\'t easy. And my mind isn\'t there at the moment either.



"More."



I demand. He\'s too slow to my taste.



"What?"



"Harder."



Idiot.



"I can\'t do that."



"…?"



"It would hurt you and you said I shouldn\'t do that."



"Are you an idiot?"



He\'s chuckling and into my skin.



"Your scolding before took an effect on me and I\'ve learnt a lot from it. So from now on I shall protect you from your own wishes."



"I hate you!"



And so he\'s doing to me only things that won\'t hurt me and takes me to a climax slowly, caringly.



Later I\'m lying in bed tired but satisfied. When I wake from the content haze, though, my thoughts start rushing again.



What are his intentions? Why did he do this? Is he still acting only for the sake of his family? Or has he set new goals?



Latter experiences have bought me to conclusion that I have to end it for real now. And that was exactly hat I was going to do.



So why is it when night comes I change my mind in an instant?



Only tonight. Only one more time.



These are the lies I\'m fooling myself with. I never believed them once. Deep inside I know I\'ll always ask for him. I became unable to let go now.



I have to find a way to chain him to me forever.



…tbc…