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Twin Dragons	By : ambersue Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitara wandered the castle aimlessly. She wanted to find Draco, but she hadn't the faintest idea of where to look for him. She tried asking a few Slytherins, but they all eyed her with distaste, and none of them claimed to have seen him lately. She was just about to give up hope when a portrait a few feet ahead of her swung open and a pale blonde boy stepped out.

Draco started in surprise when his eyes fell on her. "Lost, little dragon? I believe Divination classes are in the North tower, if you want to go peer into someone else's personal life," he sneered, turning on his heel. She was nearly jogging as she tried to keep up with him.

"Gods, Draco, dow down. I was looking for you."

"Looking for me?" he spat. "So you don't think I've had quite an earful yet, do you?"

Kitara sighed irritably, trying to catch her breath. "Draco, it's not like that. Look, I didn't mean-"

"Didn't mean what, little dragon?" Draco stopped, whirling about to face her. "Are you planning on taking back what you said?"

"Of course not," she said, and then cursed as he stormed away from her again. "I didn't mean to hurt you, was all I was trying to say. I'm not sorry for anything . I. If it wasn't true, I might be. But then again, if it wasn't true, I don't think you'd be so upset."

Draco scowled at her sidelong as he rounded a corner, then came to an abrupt halt as he realized they were at a dead end. He swore loudly. Kitara leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Draco tangled his hands in his hair, glaring daggers at the stone wall ahead of them. He turned, trying to make his way past her and out into the hallway again. Kitara shook her head, holding out her arm and blocking the passage.

"You're not going anywhere until you listen to me," she said.

Draco's hands curled into fists. "Don't make me hurt you, Kitara."

It was the first time he had ever called her by her name, and the sound of it sent a shiver down her
spine. Kitara tried to ignore it, tossing her hair defiantly.

"You've already hit me. I doubt you could do much worse."

"Oh, can't I?" Draco moved so quickly that Kitara barely had time to blink before she was pinned up against the wall. The blonde boy's face was inches from her own, and the sheer closeness of him made her pulse flutter. Bloody hell, he smelled good. They were frozen there for several heartbeats, Draco's breath so near that Kitara could feel it heating her skin.

"Don't underestimate me, little dragon," he whispered.

Kitara decided that the intimate moment had gone on long enough. It was time to teach Draco a lesson in manners. Her knee came up swiftly, catching him in his groin, and he sat down hard, his mouth a comical O of surprise and pain.

"Perhaps it's you who shouldn't underestimate me, Malfoy."

For a minute Draco made no sound at all, and then a horrible coughing groan escaped his lungs. He curled himself into a protective ball on the floor.

"You—buggered—vixen!" he finally managed to gasp out. Kitara frowned down at him.

"Keep a civil tongue in your head, Draco, our you'll get more." She sat beside him on the floor, waiting for him to recover. After awhile, he sat up, wincing.

"Feel like listening yet?"

He glared at her, but said nothing, so Kitara went on.

"I really didn't want to hurt your feelings before. But you deserved it. I didn't ask you to start following me around, or to insult my friends. Besides, I only told you the truth."

"The truth?" Draco's voice was bitter. "You couldn't even begin to know the truth."

Kitara watched his face carefully before replying. "You're lying. I hit the target dead on, and it scared you." Ignoring Draco's protests, she continued, "But that's no reason to disappear. You can't stop living life just because someone told you something you didn't like about yourself." Draco scowled and fell silent, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the floor.

"Besides," Kitara said, letting a bit of a smile creep into her voice, "Oliver's furious about Slytherin dropping out. He's unbearable; it's all he'll talk about." This did not seem to improve Draco's mood. "So is that why you came to find me? Because your precious Oliver was upset? Because he wouldn't shut up about Quidditch? But, oh, wait. He doesn't do that anyway."

Kitara wanted to be angry, but found she could not. Her mouth opened, and she heard herself say, "That's not why I came."

What was she saying? Of course that was why she had come! Draco's blonde head came up, and his eyes met hers. Bugger.

"Then why?" he asked. His voice was honeyed silver, slippery and warm and completely forbidden.

"I was—I was worried about you." Before the words were out of her mouth, Kitara knew they were true. Double bugger. Draco's eyes narrowed, and a flame kindled behind them. He leaned in closer to her, his lips parting slightly, and—

Kitara stood abruptly, almost knocking him over. Her face was flushed crimson, and she straightened her robes furiously. What was she doing?

"I should go," she said, her voice shaky. Draco rose fluidly, with only a slight grimace of residual pain. There was fury and confusion in his eyes, but behind them that pale flame still sparkled. Kitara turned to flee and was surprised when his arm shot out and caught her, pinning her once again to the wall.

"Little dragon," Draco murmured, "I am not so easy to escape."

Kitara felt panic well up inside her. This was madness. Worse than madness! When she spoke, her voice was breathless.

"We have been in this position before, Malfoy, and it did not end so well for you," she said. His lips
twisted into a seductive smile.

"I dare you to try it again. You will not find me so off guard, this time."

The arrogance in his words infuriated Kitara. Would nothing shake this foolish confidence of his? Her dragon spirit struggled wildly against his, neither willing to submit to the other.

"Why do you fight me? I know you do not find me as unpleasant as you pretend," Draco said, his grip on her hands loosening a bit as he studied her face.

"Don't flatter yourself, Draco," she said bitterly.

He laughed at her. "You followed me, remember? And by your own admission, it was not for the sake of your brave Quidditch Captain."

"Please—" Kitara bit back the rest of the sentence.

Draco's eyes widened, and he leaned in closer to her, his breath tickling her cheek. His lips brushed her ear, and he whispered, "Please what?"

Kitara's eyes closed, and she found anger giving way to fear. Not fear of Draco, not really, but fear of the power he had over her. Oliver. Think of Oliver. And she tried, but every time his brown eyes formed in her mind, they flickered and faded into silver-blue. Draco's voice came again, falling gently from his lips and running across her skin like icy rain. She felt herself trembling.

"Please what, little dragon?"

"Little dragon," Kitara repeated under her breath. She savored the words, testing them on her tongue before swallowing them in acceptance. Let her be "little dragon' then. But Draco would learn what it meant to try to tame a dragon.

Her eyes opened, their cool emerald meeting the blue fire of Draco's gaze. The blonde boy looked surprised at what he saw there, and his grip on her hands loosened once again, just enough for her to slide away from him.

Before he had time to register that he no longer held her captive, her leg twined around his, sending him to the floor once more. This time, however, he was more stunned than hurt, and sat staring up at her blankly. She smiled down at him, any trace of meekness vanishing from her face. For a long moment they only looked at one another. Finally, Draco spoke.

"Well, go on then. You have earned your freedom." There was a sullen pout behind the words.

Kitara knelt on the floor beside him, and he looked surprised. And uncertain. Kitara laughed to herself. At last, something he truly did not expect. She lifted her hand, dragging a single finger along his jaw line and up to his ear. With one nail she followed the curve of his ear, then tangled her fingers in his hair. His eyes closed, and a small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through him.

Kitara tilted his head to one side, nipping his ear lightly. She blew gently on his neck in an intricate pattern, her lips close to his skin but never touching. Draco drew in a long, shuddering breath, and Kitara smiled, bringing her mouth to his ear.

"What's the matter, dragon? Didn't think I would fight back?"

His eyes opened, seeking hers, and the pale flame became a raging blaze. His voice was husky. "Don't toy with me, Kitara."

This time she laughed in earnest, and again he looked uncertain, and perhaps even afraid. Good. He ought to be afraid of her.

"Hush, Draco. Be a good sport," she said. "You freely admitted that you enjoyed driving me crazy, remember? Well, dragons always pay their debts."

She leaned in close to him, and he tried to capture her lips in a kiss. She tightened her hold on his hair, holding his head back.

"Ah, ah," she said, "none of that." Draco whimpered. He whimpered! Oh, yes, she was beginning to like this game very much. She went back to tracing her pattern on his neck, her breath making graceful yet invisible designs. He strained under her grasp, trying to get the soft flesh of his throat nearer to her mouth, but each time he moved closer, she backed away and twisted her fingers a bit more into his hair. Draco's breathing grew heavy, and he began to make frustrated noises deep in his throat.

"Dammit, Kitara!" he said, the words sounding forced. She turned his head toward her.

"Tut, tut, dragon. Where are your manners?" He glared at her, and she smiled. "Well, we shall have to teach you some." She let him draw her close, but pulled back just before their lips met. Her tongue snaked out, tracing the outline of his lips, and he moaned in spite of himself.

"Please—"

"Much better, dragon. Did that hurt much?"

In answer, he caught her to him, his lips desperately seeking hers. She let him kiss her, loosening her grip on his hair as her hands slid around his neck. She caught his bottom lip in her teeth, nig itg it gently, and he trembled in a way that made her wonder if any other woman had ever kissed him quite like this. She doubted very much that any other woman would have dared.

"Draco?"

"Mmm?"

"You're shaking."

Draco pulled back a bit, raising one hand to touch her face. The hand was shivering visibly. He stared at it for a long moment without saying anything. He seemed unable to comprehend what was happening to him. After watching him sit there helplessly for awhile, Kitara reached out and took his hand in her own, raising it to her lips. She kissed each of his fingertips, then opened his hand and brushed her lips across his palm. He still sat dumbfounded.

"Say something, Draco," she said, his silence beginning to irk her.

Draco's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He blinked slowly, as if trying to bring himself back from some distant place. When he finally found his voice, it was hoarse and deep.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked. Kitara looked surprised, but a smile gradually spread across her face, and she took his head in her hands, her thumbs idly stroking his cheeks.

"I'm kissing you, Draco. If you are unfamiliar with the practice, I'm sure I can educate you."

"Gods, that's not what I meant," he said, sounding exasperated and amused at the same time.

"Then what did you mean?"

"I mean—well, this!" He once again held out his trembling hand for her to see. "How are you doing this?" His voice was breathless, his face incredulous.

"Perhaps your little dragon is not so little after all," came Kitara's coy reply.

The flame in Draco's eyes waxed hot, but he did not kiss her again. Instead, he rose unsteadily to his feet.

"We shouldn't—I should—"

Kitara jumped up, anger replacing her amusement. "I tried that already, remember? You wouldn't let me walk away, and I'm certainly not letting you go. What's your problem, anyway?"

Draco backed away from her slightly. "I just don't—I don't know."

"I think you do."

"What the hell do you know?" Draco snapped. He looked shocked at the outburst, but stony determination quickly crept into his eyes.

"Oh, sod off, Malfoy." Draco's eyebrows shot up at her language, but she refused to back down. How dare he? He could not deny that he wanted this, so why the sudden change? "I'll tell you what I know. You're running again. Just because you're not bloody in control of everything."

Draco's mouth worked in silent fury. "It's not that! I just don't understand why—I just don't know what we're doing. Or have you forgotten Oliver?"

Kitara slapped him hard across the face.

"What the hell was that for?" he cried, clutching at his cheek.

"For thinking you know everything, Malfoy. For being an arrogant git. Because you know perfectly well that if you had kissed me, we wouldn't be having this problem. Just because I'm not completely spineless, you think—Oh, gods, who knows what you think! And to bring Oliver into this—were you thinking of him when you threw me up against the wall? In all of your teasing? Bugger all, you're infuriating."

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but Kitara cut him off. "I don't want to hear a word you have to say, unless it's an apology." She was seething, her anger rising and falling like the breath of a great beast deep in her chest.

"Apology?" Draco spat. "All I'm trying to do is talk sense!"

"Do me a favor, Malfoy. Curl up and die." She turned on her heel and stormed away from him.
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