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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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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?
I knew he was always watching me. He had those kinds of eyes. That kind that would follow you around. The kind that feel like they are penetrating your very soul even when your back is turned. Deep silver orbs, often still and unreadable on the surface yet undeniably hiding a myriad of covert thoughts and lurid wants beneath their veiled depths. Those kinds of eyes that I always knew were watching me even when he wasn't looking directly at me. He knew he did it and he knew that I knew he did it.
Across the Great Hall, over the tables, beneath lowered lids, whilst the rest of the school sat around us, oblivious to it all. In the common room beside the blazing evening fire, a fleeting stormy flicker flashing up at me as we sat apart in silence. Even when I was out, walking alone in the expansive grounds of the castle, taking in the cool early evening breeze, I knew he was there, watching me from somewhere. I never knew where exactly, but I knew he was there. Peering from a nearby window. Hidden somewhere in the shadows. Taking me in. Following my every move. Undressing me with his gaze.
I knew that it was wrong. He knew that it was wrong. He was him and I was me after all. A pureblood and a muggle-born. Maybe, in some perverse way, that was the appeal of it. That we knew it was wrong and there was always that thrilling risk hanging over our heads of possibly getting caught. It was dangerous, exhilarating, energising. That idea that partaking of the forbidden fruit is much sweeter and tastes so much better when you know you shouldn't be indulging in it at all.
My world was no Garden of Eden though. Far from radiant beauty and idyllic paradise. Though I felt that initial wondrous euphoria whenever I gave into to temptation, whenever he took me in his arms, whispered captivating praises and explicit desires in my ears, his lips teasing my skin, his hands possessing my body, when all was done and clothes were put back on and the closed door that hid our secrecy from the rest of the school and our world as a whole was opened once more, I was left feeling nothing but guilt, deceit and shame. And the only way to escape the hurt and loneliness was to give in once more to the very actions that had made me feel such self-loathing and shame in the first instance. He was like a drug. A wonderful, terrible drug that I was undeniably addicted to. And I was trapped in a vicious, never-ending loop between a Heaven that I desired and a Hell of my own making.
Classes had started to become increasingly more difficult as the weeks had passed and being paired up with Draco in Potions for the remainder of the year had only made our precarious situation, all the more uncomfortable to bear. Even if we were the only 2 to know what we were doing. Draco had an image to uphold and so did I. Even though I was a member of Slytherin house, and I had trusted and accepted the Sorting Hat's decision to place me there, I was still a muggle-born witch. A fact that remained routinely discussed and deliberated amongst the whispered gossiping of the wider student body. Especially the Slytherins. And so often, Draco gave them exactly what they wanted to see. The entitled Slytherin Prince, the almighty Malfoy, pureblood as they come, making the life of the "mudblood" just that little bit harder...simply because he could. A sniping comment here, a thinly veiled putdown there, a derisive sneer or an arrogant smirk, he played the part well. And sometimes, I truly think he enjoyed it. In a somewhat twisted, perverted way.
One such afternoon though, I had not been in the mood to tolerate his showman act. The day had been a long and difficult one. I had barely slept the night before, had missed breakfast, been told to resubmit an essay for History of Magic, had an entire pot of ink smash in my bag and damage 2 library books and ripped a hole in my skirt on top of it all, leaving my patience dangerously thin and my mood black by the time I finally arrived in the dungeons for the final period, 2 hours of potions. With Draco.
As per usual, I had quickly become the subject of his sniping insults and conspicuous eye rolls and for a short while, I had tried to ignore it. Eventually, though, my already tried patience for the day, he and his ongoing bravado act ran out. Gripping the ebony handle of my athame tightly, I glared veritable daggers at him from across our steaming cauldron for a long moment before stabbing the blade into the wooden tabletop, gathering up my bag and books and walking from the classroom. I heard the routine mutterings of the Slytherins around me as I strode from the dungeons, along the corridor and out into the empty external courtyard, but I didn't care, nor did I listen for once. I just wanted to be out of there and away from them all. Especially Draco.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening, hidden down by the Black Lake, beside the remains of a rickety old jetty that I had discovered early in my second year. By the time I got back up to the castle, the sun had set completely and the breeze outside had turned cool, the usually busy corridors now empty. It was then I realised that everyone was most likely at dinner in the Great Hall. I had no appetite though. Nor any desire to lay my eyes on Draco yet. I wondered for a while about heading upstairs to my dorm to avoid the questioning stares and gossip that I knew would result if I was to join my classmates. But I also knew that it was still too early to retire for the night, being only just past 6 o clock. Instead, I made my way up several floors and along numerous corridors until I arrived at the doors of the deserted library.
Finding a long-forgotten study nook that backed onto the Restricted Section, I sat for a long time in one of the cracked leather armchairs attempting fruitlessly to re-read the chapter from my History of Magic textbook. I was determined to distract myself from my altercation with Draco earlier in the day and the lingering idea of confronting him about his recent behaviour. For a long time, I tried to read my chapter over and over again. Eventually, though, I finally gave up and placed the book aside on the dusty side table with a defeated sigh.
Casting my tired eyes around the shadowy space, my gaze settled on the small carriage clock on the sideboard. It was now nearly 11.30 pm. I couldn't believe I had actually been there that long. I sat for a long moment, listening. It was then I realised, the entire library was silent. No-one was in there, except me. There was not a sound. Anywhere. Everyone was no doubt tucked up in bed by now and I realised right away that I too should return to my dorm, before I was caught out of bed, out of hours.
Standing to my feet, I extinguished the dull lamp that illuminated my spot, then wandered over to the tall arched window and looked out, down onto the shadowy sloping lawns at the back of the castle, tapering down to the banks of the Black Lake. The surface of the water still and murky, like a massive pool of spilt ink, night outside was cold, dark and silent. The moon was waxing, smeared and smudged by lingering cloud. No one around for what seemed like miles. It was then I had felt a soft warm puff of breath glide across my cheek and I knew right away, that he was behind me. The fresh, clean scent of mint and icy cologne filled my nose and I shut my eyes, silently breathing him in, his breath, his scent, flooding my senses, rendering me rigid and unmoving, intoxicating me. One hand touched at my shoulder, the warmth from it flooding into my skin even through the material of my woollen pullover. His voice was a soft purr.
'Why are you in here?'
I mentally shook myself and opened my eyes, biting down on my back teeth in defiance.
'Because I want to be,' I murmured flatly, keeping my gaze riveted outside, looking at nothing in particular but determined not to glance back at him, 'what do you want?'
'To see how you are.'
'Why?'
'Because I wanted to. I want to see that you're alright. I've never seen you look at me like you did today. You looked... angry.'
I gave a soft snort of scepticism.
'Observant, aren't you?' I mumbled, shrugging his hand from my shoulder, folding my arms in front of me.
I felt him inch closer, moving up close behind me so that I could feel the heat radiating from his body onto my back as he touched gently at my arm once more. I felt the bump of the bone of his thumb as he slowly stroked it up and over my elbow sending a shivering tickle up my arm.
'Don't touch me...' I whispered, a mix of both unease and desire rippling down my body, making me feel both anxious and suddenly energised.
'I'm sorry... that I upset you...' he whispered as he took another step closer behind me his chest coming to rest against my back, 'but I do care. I wish you could believe me.'
I focused hard on the flat, black surface of the lake, trying to ignore him as he slowly stroked his hand up the small of my back and leant forward, his breath warm against my cheek, the tip of his nose grazing the outline of my ear. I shut my eyes, letting myself enjoy the sensations for a moment as he rested his cheek against mine, his hair brushing the side of my face, his other hand moving around to rest at my hip. I wondered for a moment about just giving in to it all and sinking back in his embrace, until I managed to pull myself from his trance.
'Go away, Draco...' I murmured through my teeth, still forcing myself not to look back at him, though I could see our shimmering reflections in the glass of the window, 'I don't want you to touch me.'
Shrugging my shoulder, I turned my face from him with a low groan. It had been my intention to make it a demand in a scathing hiss but it had come out more like a gentle whisper as I had focused hard to make sure that my voice did not quiver with the upset or the undeniable longing that was staring to leech through me, threatening to make my whole body begin to tremble if he were to touch me again.
'I thought you liked it when I touched you....' he purred, his voice dripping with smouldering allure, his breath warm grazing against my ear, his nose nuzzling my hair, his lips lingering precariously close to mine, '...I need you to tell me what's wrong, baby. I want to know. Come on beautiful...talk to me...'
Raking my hair back behind my shoulders with his long fingers, he dipped his lips down and laid soft, lingering kisses on the exposed sensitive skin of the side of my neck. I wanted to fight it so badly, but it was like trying to resist gravity. Near impossible. I felt my eyes fall shut as a ripple of arousal cascaded down my spine and I bit down hard on my back teeth to stifle the groan of pleasure that was rising at the back of my throat, threatening to burst forth at any second without warning. One long strong arm slipped around my mid-section holding me back against him and I found myself reaching down to hold it, our fingers knitting together. His other hand found its way to the curve of my waist, glancing over each ridge of my rib bones, up to trace the bulge of the underside of my breasts as his warm lips roamed the side of my neck.
'See...you like that, don't you?' he whispered as he slowly, deftly, unbuttoned and peeled open the collar of my shirt, kissing the exposed skin of my shoulder and collar bone, 'there is nothing wrong with feeling good, beautiful...'
His free hand cupped one breast through the fabric of my shirt, and a soft gasp caught in my throat as I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing at the base of my spine. I heard him sniggered softly at my reaction.
'See?' he purred, planting a soft sucking kiss beneath my lobe, 'feels good, doesn't it?'
I shivered as he flicked his warm wet tongue out and dragged it across my ear. I wanted to fight. I wanted to fight so badly. I tried to remind myself of how mad I wanted to stay at him, how much I wanted to resist his intoxicating caresses. But the tension and disdain between us earlier in the afternoon had left me feeling so low, despondent and lost, that in such a time of hurt, all I wanted was to feel better about myself and feel that I was wanted and needed. By him.
'Come on gorgeous...' he whispered, 'I need you...'
Swallowing deeply, I slowly opened my eyes before finally turning in his arms to face him. Draco's piercing grey gaze locked to mine as I stared up at him from beneath my lowered lashes. He was still dressed in his uniform, his tie loose at his collar, a stray lock of his white-blonde hair flopping across his brow. His gaze was one of hungry yearning, deep arousal and smouldering desire like he was slowly but surely burning a hole into my soul, and for a moment, it unnerved me. Slowly I shook my head, pressing a hand up against his chest as if I wanted to push him away.
'I'm not going to keep on doing this, Draco...' I said holding his gaze, 'I mean it. This is going to stop. I am not lying to people anymore. And I'm not going to keep lying to myself either...'
He watched me, not saying anything for a long moment, almost like he was about to agree with what I said, before a curved smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, his lids lowered as he smiled back at me, his eyes glinting with a devilish flicker.
'We're not lying to anyone...' he whispered flicking his brow casually, '...they have no idea.'
'Why do you keep doing this to me?' I said, my eyes darting backwards and forwards as I searched his pale face, desperate for answers. He gave me another lopsided smirk.
'Why do you keep coming back... to let me?'
I glared back at him. He had done it again. With one shrewd little comment, he had made me feel like an obtuse, gullible idiot who he could bait, rope in and lead around like a puppy on a leash, whilst all the while still maintaining an annoyingly valid point. He was right. Our friends and our families indeed had no idea of our clandestine assignations. And I indeed did keep returning to him, in total and utter recognition of my own actions. Slowly, I shook my head.
'You are.... insufferable.'
Keeping his gaze locked to mine he dragged one long finger up my waistline, up over the mounds of my breasts, up to trace over the line of my collar bone before he let it dip into the crevice of my now exposed cleavage. Another shiver rippled through me as my nipples tingled beneath the fabric, my centre starting to ache and groan as I imagined his long fingers tracing lines across my bare body.
'Well...' he whispered, lowering his lips to mine, 'if you're determined to finish this...we may as well make the most of this one last time...'
Without a single word more, he dipped his head down, brushing his lips slowly against mine for a moment before they finally melded together deep and full. In that split second, I found myself pulled back into him once more. Gripping my hands into the front of his robes, I pulled him against me, fumbling with the fastened clasp as his tongue slid out, seeking a passage between my lips and I yielded to him without protest, opening my mouth wide to him, his warm breath and the familiar taste of mint spilling to my mouth as he captured my tongue with his.
Springing the clasp, I made quick disposal of his robes, letting it drop to the floor at our feet as I made quick eradication of his already loosened tie, our lips remaining crushed deep and hard together as his hands plunged beneath my skirt, sliding up my thighs. In a short second, my pullover joined his robes on the carpet and I kicked my shoes off at the same time as Draco undid his trousers, pulling his burgeoning arousal free with a low groan as he continued to kiss me. Relief coming to my rapidly quivering legs when he clutched me under my thighs and lifted me effortlessly off my feet, my arms wrapping his neck as he walked me backwards towards the wall. My back found contact with the cold stone adjacent to the unlit fireplace, his erection coming to rest against my belly as he pressed himself against me.
Undergarments were shifted aside and pulled down in mere seconds, my thigh was lifted and without preamble, Draco pushed himself hard into me, up to the hilt. I clung to him, my face buried against his hair, groaning and gasping as I breathed him deeply in with each panting breath, his scent evoking me more and more, my legs snaking his back, holding him deep inside of me as we moved hurriedly together. My only other lucid thought was that even though everyone else was likely in bed, I hoped he had locked the door of the library when he had crept in to find me. Gripping my fingers into the back of his hair, I tipped my head back against the wall, whimpering and moaning through gritted teeth, the clawing tightness rising up and up inside of me like a fire increasing in size as he continued to thrust into me. The burn of building climax grew harder and hotter, tighter and quicker, almost like my heart would explode through my chest at any moment without warning, my head swirling, my lungs heaving, the very centre of me fit to burst.
With one final pumping grind, my hips bucked down hard against Draco's as my release burst through me, shuddering and rippling through every tissue of my body before I collapsed back against the wall, trembling and panting as I clung to him. I knew he wasn't done with me though as he pulled out of me, wrapping one arm around my body, the other still gripping under my thigh, clutching me to him as he carried me across the room and laid me down on the black leather sofa in the far corner. His lips recaptured mine he slid up between my open thighs and embedded himself back deep inside of me with a low groan, almost as quick as he had withdrawn.
Reaching my hands between us, I grasped at the front of his pullover, my hands groping down his chest as I wrenched it up and over his head before I began attacking the buttons of his shirt. Bunching the skirt of my dress up to around my hips, gripping me under my backside, Draco manoeuvred himself between my open thighs once more, our chests pressing together as we continued to kiss hungrily, almost rocking in rhythm with our coupling. I felt his hand slide further up, under the swathe of material of my skirt, before he finally found the throbbing nub of flesh that he sort with his thumb, his other clasping the back of my neck, his fingers tangled through my hair, holding my lips crushed against his.
Drawing my legs up, I tucked my knees high up to my chest, wrapping my feet around his back, pulling him deep into me as he ground and thrust hard and fast, his thumb lathing in firm languid circles against my nub and it wasn't long before I felt the tight clawing grip of another pending climax beginning to rise inside of me. Smothering my lips against his in hot, hungry kisses, I grasped my hands into his bare back in desperation, holding him against me, grinding my pelvis hard against his, allowing the crashing, drowning waves of my 2nd release that night to begin to flood over me.
With one hard grinding thrust, my head flopped back, my body locking rigid and once more, the blissful tension exploded through me. My screams of pleasure were quickly muffled as he clapped one large hand firmly across my mouth to stifle the noise. The gripping tension of my contracting walls dragged him along with me a second later as he dropped his head down to the dip of my shoulder, burying his face against my hair as he too reached his release. His hips thrust hard against mine, stuttering and stammering over and over, as he coated my inner walls with his seed. With a deep, rumbling groan, he collapsed weakly against my chest, panting into my neck, our bodies heaving, our hearts thudding together.
We lay still against each other for a long moment, our eyes locked together as we gazed at each other, our stares heavy and smouldering, both of us still reeling from the intensity of our climaxes. The scent of his panting breath floated up to my nostrils, the cold mint flavour of it lingering on my lips and for the first time, it didn't entrance me. Instead, it revolted me, my stomach giving a sudden lurch. The sickening heady mix of leather, dust, sweat and sex swirled around us, clouding my head, clinging to me, sinking into our clothes, reminding us of what we had just done. I knew straight away that I had to get out of there.
'G-get off of me...' I groaned, turning my face from Draco as I placed a hand to his bare chest, pushing his imposing weight off of me so that I could slide out from beneath him. A surge of pain coursed through my lower back as I bent, twisted, to pull my underwear up before standing, gingerly, up onto wobbly legs. I kept my back to Draco as I retrieved our discarded clothes, slipping into my shoes and pulling my shirt and pullover back on before I threw him his robes and tie. As he did up his trousers and shirt and pulled on his pullover and robes, I took the chance to glance at the clock mounted above the fireplace. It had just passed 12 midnight.
'I need to go,' I said quickly, combing my hand through my rumpled hair, 'the last thing I need after today is Filch landing my arse in detention.'
Again, that same sneering smile slid across Draco's thin lips as he stood up to his full height and slinked towards me as he completed adjusting his tie.
'You need to learn not to care so much...' he said lowering his face so that the tip of his long nose brushed against mine. 'You're a Slytherin after all...'
'As are you,' I replied flatly, 'but he still won't hesitate to drag your sorry arse to Snape either given half the chance. Try not to forget that, Draco.'
He gave a low soft chuckle then flicked his arched brow at me once more.
'Better get going then hey?' he purred, pressing a soft sucking kiss that I hadn't expected and didn't have the chance to resist to my lips before he turned on his heel and made for the door.
I hung back, several paces behind him and watched as he slid out into the dark hallway. I slipped soundlessly out behind him and then found myself a second later, pressed back up against the worn wood, Draco's body caging mine. Once more, his gaze captured mine, deep and dark through the shadows, his breath warm against my lips as they grazed lightly with mine.
'I'll see you again very soon, beautiful.'And with one last kiss, he disappeared down the dark corridor.
I didn't have the chance to answer. I didn't have to. I knew I'd see him again. We both knew it. We were addicts. And the drug we craved was each other.
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