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My First Detention	By : brokenme Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She paced around the room, biting her thumb nervously. ‘I can’t believe he’s coming here...’ She gave a whole-body shiver, both scared and excited by the thought.
Ron jumped up, exasperated. “God, Lane, you’re making ME nervous! Relax.”
She sighed, looking at him anxiously. “I’ll try, but I’m not promising anything. Anyway...Why’s he coming now? Of all times?!” Lane gave a frustrated groan.
Hermione shrugged. “Perhaps it’s because of all the Voldemort attacks. Maybe he just wants to meet you before something bad happens.”
Harry stared at Hermione. “Wow, really lightened her spirits, eh?” He shook his head in annoyance.
“I don’t even know when to expect him. I don’t know what he looks like. What if he hates me?” Lane sat down, face in her legs, rocking back and forth, her hands pulling at her hair.
“Oi. What’s going on here?” Neville stopped, looking at Lane curiously. “Reminds me of the time...” He stopped.
The three were glaring at him. “You’re not helping, Neville. Lane’s father is coming here, to Hogwarts, just to see her. Exciting I’d say, since everyone thought he was dead an’ all.” Hermione replied smartly.
She forced herself to flinch as that warm, smooth, silkily skin touched her. Made herself back away when he advanced, turn her head to dodge his kiss. It really looked like she was hurting Draco, but Lane was hurting more. She had been used and abused so many times since she came to Hogwarts, but now her life was in danger, especially when she was around him. His father’s threat rang clearly in her ears and the memory of her later “beating” still fresh in her memory.
“Lane, is there something wrong?” Draco seemed overly concerned. “Are you alright, I mean...Well...If you want to break this off, just say so. Beating it around like this hurts even more than outright cut off.” He turned away from her. “I just don’t know what changed, tell me.” He looked at her from over his shoulder, then his eyes widened at the sight.
Lane was silently crying, her whole body shaking while trying not to make a sound. He grabbed her, pulling her tightly into his embrace. “I just...I can’t Draco, and I can’t tell you why. I wish I could.” She shook harder, trying with all her might to stop the horrible trembling. “I love you so much. I don’t want to do this, but I have to!”
Draco slowly turned back into the snarling, Gryffindor hater, though he did so reluctantly. He’d always freeze up when he saw Lane, then end up saying something stupid or hurtful.
The days ticking down to her father’s arrival...
It seemed that Draco spent all of his time trying to forget Lane by taking interest in younger boys of all houses, luring them in, taking their innocence, and when they felt safe with him, he’d throw them out like a paper towel.
Then, there were always the beautiful, full figured older women, whom all pictured as goddesses, who were frequently on their knees before Draco, his own beauty leaving them in awe. It hurt Lane, and he knew it, but she had hurt him as well.
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Draco Malfoy just couldn’t help himself. Ever since that day with Lane...She broke his heart, but he still loved her, and knew she loved him as well. He always took extra long showers since then. Just thinking of her, the way her hair fell across her wondrous face during Potions or Care of Magical Creatures, the way she looked at him and tried to hide it, it all made him hard, painfully so. Not having any contact with her was more pleasurable than having dozens of men and women fondling and fucking him, she aroused him so.
Today, like all days before, he crouched in the shower, one hand against the smooth, cool wall. His arm was straight, while the other was bent, reaching out to offer relief to his “friend.” He started slowly, wanting to savor the feel, keeping certain images in his mind.
Soon he could hardly keep his eyes open, his hand pumping faster on his thick, hard cock. His moans became very loud and soon he came, the now luke-warm water washing it from the wall.
“I take it that wasn’t for my benefit.” Lucius smirked, watching his son slowly turn towards him, still shaking from his orgasm.
“What are you doing here...father?”
He smiled, waving a hand at him. “It seems you’ve started without me, Draco.” The older man, just as handsome, but far crueler, peeled his clothes off like a snakeskin, slithering over to his “prey.”
“Please, father, not now. I’ll be late for supper, they’ll notice.”
Lucius frowned, eyes hard. “You didn’t seem to mind about that when you were pasting the wall. Who were you thinking of? Certainly not me.” He smiled evilly, eyes lit up. “I know. Could it be that tight little Gryffindor? What was her name...? Oh yes, Lane. Not a bad shag if I do say so myself.”
He looked surprised at first, then angry, closing his mouth in a pout. “Stop trying to trick me, Lucius.”
The man’s eyes were dark and shadowed, looking quite dangerous. He backed Draco into the cold wall, looking him in the eye. “Why would I trick you? I’m just stating a fact, which I have experienced many times.” Lucius said as he loomed over his son. “Why do you think you’re in this shower alone? She doesn’t want you. She’s out right now getting ass-fucked by the first person she saw this morning!”
Draco shook his head. “Lies. It’s not true.”
He shoved his son back against the wall, fingers pushing painfully against his skin, Lucius’erection rubbing painfully against Draco’s limp form.
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Every night she’d wake up crying, smiling, wet. She always dreamt of Draco, all the things she should have done with him and all the ways and positions they could have done it. She didn’t mind dreaming of him, it was wonderful, but how would she ever get over him if she couldn’t move on in her dreams?
Lane shook her head. “I should stop thinking about all that crap.” She went around, getting dressed for the day, when she found a note lying on her bedside table.
'Your father arrives today.'
Her heart skipped a beat.
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