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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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Rising to my feet, I bent to whisper my excuse in the ear of my friend beside me. I paused only to flick my gaze quickly up to catch his eyes before I turned my back and slipped away from my house table without a word. Even without looking back, I knew he would be doing the exact same thing in a few short seconds, intent on pursuing me. And if there was one thing I wanted, it was to get there before him. And be waiting...for him.
I felt my legs begin to stride longer and carry me faster, seemingly against my will, but I managed somehow to not break into a harried run even if in a way, I wanted to. To feel that sensation, that rush of adrenaline at being pursued, chased, almost hunted was indeed an exhilarating thing. But so too was the process of paced, prolonged temptation and seduction. He had taught me that, the fact that often the proverbial chase was better than the actual catch. In our case though, as I had often told him, both chase and catch were equally desirable. Anyone could be excused for thinking, from outward appearances, that he and I loathed the mere sight of each other, never mind the idea of being in each other's personal space. And they'd be right in thinking so. Our act was well-rehearsed. We played our parts well. We had gotten them down to a fine art by now. The down-trodden, beleaguered "mudblood" and the supercilious, snobbish "Prince" whom she hated and who loathed her in equal measure. No one was any the wiser. Behind closed doors though, it was a very different story.
I walked quickly, the dimness of the empty corridors shrouding me, the flames of the sconce-mounted torches flickering, elongated shadows dancing across the weathered stone walls. I was tempted to glance back over my shoulder to see where he was, but I resisted. Good things indeed came to those who waited. Yet another virtue he had taught me over time. Slipping inside an empty, darkened classroom at the far end of the corridor, I shut the door soundlessly behind me and made my way over to the arched window. The night outside was cold, dark, and silent.
The moon was full though, hovering high and bright in the sky, glowing, almost pulsing against the inky tapestry of the nocturnal backdrop. I gazed down onto the shadowy, sloped lawns, right down to the banks of the Black Lake, the murky water lapping gently against the cobbles of the shore, the shimmer of the moon-lit sky reflecting off the surface. I had just reached up to grasp the tie that held my hair in place, to unfetter my captured locks, when I felt another hand touch mine. The unexpected sensation of his warm skin against mine made me gasp softly and in an instant, my eyes fluttered shut. I hadn't even heard him come in nor come up behind me. He truly was like a predator. Slinking silently, stealthily, never making a sound until he was right up against me and it was too late for me to escape. And tonight, more than ever, I was quite happy to be his prey. To let him hunt me. Capture me. Devour me.
Long, deft fingers slid between mine, and with one smooth, mutual movement, we pulled the tie gently free from my hair, my locks tumbling down, almost in slow motion to fall in a mass of waves and curls around my shoulders and back. I held my breath as he dipped his lips down to capture the side of my neck. His scent, that rousing, intoxicating mix of fresh clean cotton, spicy cologne, and mint, fell over me, swarming my senses and in an instant, I felt myself begin to crumble, my knees begin to shudder, my centre begin to flood. His kisses were tender yet passionate, his nose tickling me, nuzzling my hair to the side, his lips cool compared to his warm hand which still held mine, our digits sliding and grasping together. His other arm slipped around my waist to enfold me from behind, pulling me back into him and it was then I knew that he was not going to let me go.
'What was that look for?' His voice was a low purr, his breath glancing my cheek as he dipped his lips slowly down to press against the crease of my shoulder. I lolled my head back against his. A deep, low groan rose from my throat as his tongue flicked out, dragging in a long slow stream from the dip of my collar, up the side of my neck, right up to ensnare my ear lobe, every inch of skin he touched searing and tingling in response.'
What...look?' I managed to gasp, my eyes remaining shut. A low, soft chuckle of amusement floated to my ears.
'What look?' he mocked softly. He paused to lay another tender, sucking kiss to the side of my neck, the electrified skin tingling beneath his caress.
'What look?' This time, his tone somewhat thoughtful. Another kiss prickled my skin.
'The look...that you gave me as you stood up...just before you left the Hall.'
He kissed me again. 'The look...that in a split second, without a word, I knew said, "come and chase me...catch me if you can..."'
'What makes you think it was directed at you?' I whispered, unable not to smirk as I teased and tempted him. That same rumbling chuckle responded.
'Because...' he growled, dragging his sharp, white teeth across my ear lobe, 'it gave me...this.'
My breath hitched in my throat as his free hand slid up from my hip, cupping the globe of my breast through my blouse as he pressed his groin against the curve my behind, rubbing his protruding hardness at the base of my spine. A smile curled my lips as I finally opened my eyes to meet his in the reflection in the glass.
'Oh. That one.'
'Yeah...that one. And only you can give me a raging hard-on at a table full of people.'
I smiled again then slowly turned in his enfolding arms to face him. Our hands joined, our fingers netting together as I let Draco begin to back me slowly up against a nearby desk, his body, his arousal pressing against the front of mine.
'That may be so,' I replied, still intent on goading him and dragging the seduction process out for as long as I could until I finally allowed him to have his way, 'and I'll take it as the compliment I'm sure it was meant to be...but I say again. What makes you think it was directed at you? You weren't the only guy at that table.'
I couldn't resist smirking again as my back touched the edge of the desk, the tips of our noses stroking, the edges of our lips teasing and tingling as they touched in the lightest of grazes. His arm wrapped my waist then and in one smooth movement, I let him hoist me up and onto the desktop, perching before him, my legs spread. His normally pale gaze was deep, dark, and blown now, burning into mine with barely concealed, wolfish hunger and arousal that sent a trembling shudder through every fibre of my being as he moved to stand between my now open thighs.
'No. But I am the only guy at that table that you lured to this empty classroom to fuck...aren't I?'
Slowly, I shook my head.'I didn't lure you...' I whispered, sliding a hand down to release the now straining fly of his trousers, '...you came after me. Such is the way with a predator and their prey. Unless of course...' I paused and dropped my gaze from his.
'What?' I kept my eyes lowered for a long moment before I raised them back up to meet his, offering a devilish smirk that could easily rival his own. Slowly, my fingers wrapped the length of his tie.'Unless of course, you think, my love...that you're the hunter, as appose to the hunted...'
The last thing I remembered hearing as I pulled his lips to mine was the unmistakable snarling growl of ravenous yearning from us both.
And with that, the predator caught her prey.
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