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Twin Dragons	By : ambersue Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Friday was ushered in by a huge thunderstorm. Lightning flashed and danced as the students prepared to leave for Hogsmeade. Kitara sat in the empty library, poring over her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and trying to ignore the excited bustle outside the library doors. She read aloud to herself to drown out the noise, but even her favorite subject could not hold her attention for long. Draco kept creeping in at the edges of her thought, and try as she might to banish his face, it always returned. Why did he have to be so difficult? Even the phantom Draco in her head would not listen to her; how could she expect the real Draco to pay attention? Sighing irritably, she slammed her textbook shut. This was useless.

She gathered her books together and made her way to library door, pausing a moment to note the silence from the other side. Good. The students must have left at last. She would have her room to herself, for all the good it would do her. Kitara's feet carried her through the empty halls of their own accord while her mind wandered its own tangled paths, and it did not seem all that long before she found herself standing in front of the portrait leading to the Ravenclaw common room.
"Dragon's bane," she muttered to the portrait, which swung open to admit her. She silently cursed whoever had changed the password last. It was entirely too appropriate to her current state of mind. Thunder rolled outside as she made her way up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.

Kitara opened the door to her room, tossing her things on the floor without bothering to light any candles. She flopped down on her bed, removing her robes and loosening the tie of her uniform. Closing her eyes, she tried to collect her thoughts.
A hand touched her shoulder, and Kitara almost screamed. Her instincts took over, however, and she spun quickly, planting a fist into the person's soft middle. There was a loud rush of air rapidly vacating lungs, and whoever it was collapsed onto the bed. Kitara shook out the hand she had used to hit the person; it was sore. Perhaps his middle was not so soft after all. His? Yes, she was almost sure the surprised grunt of pain had been male.
"Lumos," she whispered, and the candles around the room flared to life, revealing a very pathetic looking figure sprawled on her bed. "Draco?" she said, her voice incredulous.
Draco sat up slowly, gasping to get his breath back, and flashed her a rueful look. "I suppose—I should have—expected that," he said between gulps of air. Kitara sat beside him on the bed.
"Yes, you should have," she said, but her hands went to his face of their own accord. "Are you alright?"

He winced, one arm pressed against his stomach. "Better than a knee to the groin, I suppose."
Kitara couldn't help herself; she laughed aloud. "You keep attacking me, Malfoy, and you'll get worse."

"Attacking? Bloody hell, I only wanted to talk."

Kitara glanced around the room, then looked at him suspiciously. "Which reminds me. How exactly did you get in here? This is the girls' dormitory in the Ravenclaw tower, correct?"

Draco grinned around clenched teeth. "Your roommates are a little afraid of me, I think. It didn't take much to find out you were staying here over the weekend, and to get the password for the portrait. Very apropos, I might add."

Kitara rolled her eyes and looked him up and down, for the first time really noticing what he was wearing. He was dressed all in dark gray, in his uniform trousers and a turtleneck sweater that hugged his torso. It defined enough of his narrow chest to make her realize why her hand was so sore.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "it occurs to me that you might not be dressed for the occasion."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, unless you're more of a fool than I thought, you've come here to grovel. If that is indeed the case, I would think it will involve quite a bit of wallowing on the floor and kissing my feet, and that will certainly soil your nice clothes."

Draco smiled a little. "And to think I spent so much time picking out my outfit."

Kitara pushed him off the bed, and he tumbled to the floor, laughing. He sat looking up at her for a moment, then crawled to her and rested his hands on her knees. Kitara breathed in deep, trying to pretend she was unaware of the touch. Draco met her gaze squarely, his blue eyes clear and strangely warm.

"I'm sorry," he said. Kitara opened her mouth to say he was forgiven-she was that pleased to see him! - but he was not finished. "I was terrified. Of you. Of the power you had over me. I've never felt
like that before."

Kitara took his face in her hands, running her fingers gently through his hair. "Me, too," she whispered. "I guess dragons like to be in control."

"Who knew?" Draco smirked, and Kitara laughed. The blonde Slytherin raised a hesitant hand to her
face, touching her cheek, and her smile faltered and faded.

"I heard you broke up with Oliver," he whispered.

"Do you always believe everything that other people tell you?" she said mockingly. There was amusement in his eyes, but he refused to be distracted. His fingers trailed across her skin and down to her throat. Kitara felt her blood quicken in her veins.

"Is it true?"

Kitara tried to speak, and her voice cracked. She cleared her throat hastily, flushing a bit. "Yes," she finally managed. Bloody hell, his touch was distracting. His fingertips traced a line of fire down her neck and over her collarbone.

"Draco—"

"Shhh." He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her softly. She froze for a moment, part of her wanting to make him beg for this, but his hands continued wandering ever downward in their path, and it was not long before she surrendered. Her mouth opened to him, and she felt his tongue twine with her own in a dance overflowing with barely contained desire.

Kitara's thoughts went back to their first kiss in the empty hallway. Her mind had been such a tangle of emotion that she hadn't paid much attention to the subtleties of his kiss, but now she explored and mentally recorded every new sensation. He tasted like winter wind, cold and sharp and dangerous, like blood and wine and velvet. Images and impressions flitted through her head, and each time she captured one, another tried to replace it. He was everything dark and powerful, yet there was tenderness in his touch. It was a long time before he finally pulled back, and Kitara met his eyes. Those deep currents she had sensed in him had become a storm of feeling behind his gaze, and with a single surge they pulled her under. She found herself drowning in crystalline blue depths, and it didn't seem to matter that she could no longer breathe.

She pulled him to her again, this time holding his lips for only a second before moving her attention to the sensitive flesh of his neck. He gasped in appreciation, pressing closer to her as a shiver ran through him. She smiled against his skin, her tongue flickering in and out of her mouth as she teased him. Her lips brushed against the fabric of his sweater, and she pulled back, smiling coyly up at him.

"I told you before that you were not dressed for the occasion."

His brows drew together in confusion, and she decided to take matters into her own hands. Reaching down to the bottom of the sweater, she pulled it over his head in one swift motion. He stood bare-chested before her, half in shock. She did not give him time to think, but quickly slid her hands across his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses across his collarbone and down to his chest. He drew a deep, shuddering breath, fighting to find his voice.

"Be careful, little dragon. You might get more than you bargain for."

Kitara's hands slithered back up, her arms winding around his neck. "You're awfully well behaved, all of the sudden. Where's the Draco who snuck into my bedroom on a night when he knew I would be all alone?"

Draco growled deep in his throat and silenced her with another kiss, this one more heated. His hands wandered to her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. He caught hold of her tie and tugged at it, trying to remove it but succeeding only in tightening the knot further. Kitara laughed at him, pulling his hands away and placing them on her hips as she undid the tie herself.

"Patience is a virtue, dragon," she chided mockingly.

"It's a virtue I'm lacking at the moment," came his throaty reply, and he pushed close against her so she could feel the extent of his impatience against her leg. She made a noise of teasing disapproval.
"I'm afraid all your virtues must be intact before I destroy them, Draco. We shall have to teach you patience." She slipped away from him, and he slammed a frustrated fist into her bedpost. She gently pushed him from behind, making him lie on his stomach on the bed. Then she straddled him, sitting on his thighs and running her hands lightly over his bare back.

"You are much too tense, dragon. I like my prey tender."

"I'm not your bloody pr--" His protest cut off, turning into a moan as her fingers dug into his back.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he groaned into the sheets.

"I have always taken interest in studying the body," she said, leaning close to his ear. "Its strong spots—" Her fingers trailed over his arms. "Its weak spots—" They kneaded the muscles of his neck. "And of course, its sensitive spots." She bent low over him, running her tongue up his spine, from the top of his trousers to his hairline. Draco's hands grasped helplessly at the sheets, his breath coming in labored gaps.

"You're killing me," he whimpered. Kitara blew gently on the damp trail she had created, making Draco squirm beneath her.

"Don't be melodramatic, dragon. Dying involves a loss of the senses, and unless I am quite mistaken, you are experiencing a heightened awareness of yourself." She dragged her nails across his skin, and his back arched beneath her. Her fingers drifted lightly down to the top of his trousers, following the line of his hips through the fabric.

"Alright, that's it," Draco muttered. He moved quickly, knocking her over as he dragged his legs out from underneath her and sat up. She was still picking herself up when he caught her arms and threw her back down on the pillows, leaning over her.

"Impressive reflexes," she said dryly, and Draco grinned.

"Quidditch skills come in handy. Didn't dating Wood teach you anything?" he said. His eyes glistened with silver mischief, and he added, "Then again, a Keeper's job is to prevent the other team from scoring." He gave the last word a twist. "A Seeker has to be quick. And good with his hands."
Kitara cocked an eyebrow at him, glancing down at her still half unbuttoned shirt. He took the hint, finishing the job and sliding the shirt off her shoulders. His fingers trailed over her stomach, and he noticed that his hands were quivering again. His cocky smile slipped a bit.

Kitara reached up to him, her fingers caressing his cheek. "Something wrong, dragon?" Draco shook his head. "You're shaking again." He nodded. For a moment there was silence between them. They lay still, both half undressed and breathing heavily. Finally, Draco spoke.

"Have you ever—done this before?" He blushed as he spoke. Kitara hesitated.

"No," she whispered at last. Draco looked surprised.

"Not even with your wonderful Quidditch Captain?" he asked incredulously.

Kitara's hands moved to his hair, tightening until the grip was almost painful. "I don't see that there's much reason for you to insult Oliver anymore, Draco. I could pass it off as jealousy before, but now you have me."

You have me. The words sent a shudder down Draco's spine.

"In answer to your question," Kitara continued, "no. Not even with Oliver. We came close once, but—"

Draco put a hand over her mouth. "I don't really want to know." There was another long pause, and then Kitara asked, "You?"

Again Draco felt his cheeks heating. He shook his head, and Kitara laughed deep in her throat.
"But Pansy Parkinson has told half the school that—"
"I know perfectly well what she's said," Draco interrupted, his voice dripping venom. "We didn't. Not for her lack of trying, but somehow, when it came to it, I just couldn't." Another raised eyebrow from Kitara, and Draco's flush spread to his neck. "Not like that. It just didn't feel right."

Kitara brushed her lips lightly across his. "Does this feel right?" she asked. Draco nodded, kissing her again. His fingers strayed to the straps of her bra, slipping them off of her shoulders. His lips followed his hands, trailing over her skin. Once the straps were off, he lifted her up to him, his mouth claiming hers as he undid the clasp of her bra and removed it completely. He paused a moment, breathless, just looking at her.

Kitara squirmed a bit under his scrutiny. "You're making me nervous, dragon."

Draco only smiled, saying, "Turnabout is fair play. You've had plenty of time to stare at my chest." Kitara gave a playful sigh, and the movement almost drove Draco over the edge. He bent over her again, and was surprised when her hand on his chest stopped him. His brows drew together in confusion.

"Not so fast, young man. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to wear your nice clothes to bed?"
Draco made a face. "I sincerely hope my mother wasn't concerned with what I wore to bed." He took the hint, however, climbing off of her. As he stood up beside her bed, his pants fell to his ankles, the belt and zipper already undone. He looked from his trousers to Kitara, who was laughing at him from the bed.

"When did that happen?" he asked. Kitara's grin turned evil, making Draco's skin crawl in a fascinatingly pleasant way.

"Seekers aren't the only ones with fast hands. I guess I'm a bit impatient as well."

Draco kicked his pants the rest of the way off of his legs, removing his boxers before crawling back on the bed. He silenced Kitara's giggling with a bruising kiss, then let his lips wander down to her stomach. Her eyes closed and her breathing became shallow. He slid his fingers under the top of her skirt, catching the elastic of her underwear, and slid both garments over her hips. He paused at her feet, gently kissing the top of each one, before throwing the clothes onto the floor. His eyes were on her face as he lowered himself on top of her. He noticed for the first time that she was shaking as well.

His nose brushed hers, and he nuzzled her cheek and neck. She sighed against his skin, her breath warm and soft. He pulled back for a moment, raising a questioning eyebrow at her. She nodded, her hands tightening on his shoulders, and Draco felt relief surge through him. He did not think he could have waited much longer.

He entered her in one smooth motion. Her body strained against him, resisting his intrusion, but a heartbeat later it surrendered and allowed him completely inside her. Kitara sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into his back. He met her gaze, and was shocked to see a single tear in the corner of her eye. He kissed it quickly away, looking worried.

"Am I hurting you?"

Something like a laugh came from her throat. "Yes," she said. He froze, suddenly uncertain, but she brought her hands back up to her hairline, tracing slow circles idly on his skin. "Don't stop, dragon."

"But I don't want to—"

"Draco," she whispered, and her voice was soft and serious. "Don't stop." Draco's mind still reeled, but his body obeyed her command. Kitara shuddered beneath him as he moved, lost completely in him. Pain and ecstasy warred for dominance inside of her, but above them both rose a strange sense of fulfillment. She felt like she was dying and coming to life, falling and flying, shattering and slowly being knit back together again. She caught Draco's lips with her own, tasting her tears on his tongue. He moaned against her mouth, and his back arched as he emptied himself inside of her.
At last he collapsed on top of her, exhausted and spent. His head rested on her chest, and she ran her fingers through his hair. When he had finally managed to regain his breath, he raised his head to look at her. She smiled lazily at him, and he kissed her, rolling off of her to lie beside her on the pillow. She said nothing, but cuddled up against him, her back pressing against his bare chest. He kissed her shoulder, closing his eyes.

They were quiet for a moment, and then Draco whispered in her ear, "Kitara?"

"Mmm?"

"Why me?"

She did not turn to look at him, but reached behind her and found his hand. She brought it up to her chest and placed it over her heart. Then she placed his other hand against his own heartbeat. For a long time they lay still, feeling their pulses fluttering in unison. At length, Kitara shifted against him, raising his hand to her lips and kissing his fingertips.

"We are the same, dragon; that's why. Can't you feel it?"

Draco lay back against the pillow, his arm still draped over her, and buried his face in her hair. He breathed in deep, holding her scent in his lungs.

"The same," he repeated, closing his eyes.
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