MARA WILLIAMS

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" I rolled my eyes, trying to push past him but the second my skin made contact with his he shoved me viciously backwards.

"What the fuck!" I groaned as my back collided painfully with the shelves and my arms flew out, only just catching myself from falling. A few empty glass viles to rattled on their shelf.

"Don't play dumb with me." He hissed, piercing grey eyes practically glowing in the darkness. A renewed edge of danger dancing on the edge of his tongue as he demanded, "What is he to you?"

"Who? Ron?" The only other Weasley boys I knew were the twins, and I'd never even spoken to them.

"You know exactly who I mean." He took a menacing step closer, towering over me and causing my breathe to hitch in my throat as the sonorous resonance of his voice shook me to my core.

He raised a hand and by nature I flinched. A silver signet ring with a proud onyx stone glinted in what little light filtered past his silhouette as he trailed his slender fingers along the cuts on my cheek. "I bet you're his dirty little whore aren't you..."

I stared up at him dumbfounded, feeling so entirely insignificant as I studied his sharp face as if it were the only thing left rooting me to this earth.

Everything about him was undeniably and frustratingly attractive. All the way from his callused hands, strong and certain of his ways, to the scent of rain, as if freshly fallen from the heavens themselves that lingered upon his skin.

"So what if I am?" I whispered, finding myself unconsciously leaning into his touch. "What's it to you?"

The weight of his gaze pressed down heavily on my chest, I felt like I could hardly breathe with every stunningly low word he spoke.
"And this..." The pad of his thumb swiped over the cut through my parted lips, his eyes clinging hungrily my every move. "He did this?"

The look on his face was something akin to feral. A scarcely concealed primality peaking through the confines of his harsh countenance and I shook my head with a shuddering breath, words failing me.

The corner of his lips twitched, but he remained oddly calm, cocking his slightly to better examine my wounds. "Tell me who did this."

I reached up to clasp his hand in my own, but I couldn't bring myself to pull it away, as much as I hated to admit it I enjoyed his blissful warmth far too much so instead I just held it there, feeling my eyes grow heavy as I held him to me. "It doesn't matter."

-And there it was again, that dark flash in his eye.
The kind that made me want to run, far, far away. The spark to ignite the flame between us and the thought of that alone frightened me. "It matters to me."

Draco Malfoy was a dangerous game, with one certain loser, me. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got burned, but I couldn't bring myself to douse the flame no matter how hard I tried. "...But why?"

Even if he was about to answer my question he was abruptly cut off by the sound of hundreds of students coming down the hall, evidently dinner was over and everyone was returning to their dorms for the night.

The world around us plunged into darkness as Draco shoved me back and quickly shut the door behind him, locking the latch with a muted click. The sound of my heart thundered in time with the students footfalls as they passed. I felt it's strong pulse pounding in my throat as I struggled to speak.

"What are you-" But he silenced me quickly, shoving a rough hand over my mouth that smelled like sandalwood and smoke. "Shut up." He grunted

A few beams of light pierced the inky blackness through holes and cracks in the aged oak door. A slither of light fell on Draco's face as his eyes remained trained on the door for a long moment, casting him in an ungodly hue, he looked like a fallen angel, with his halo of white blonde hair, cursed to hell by the devil himself.

Draco Malfoy was a godless boy, I knew as much the moment his eyes met mine. When his face softened but still he didn't move despite the footsteps fading. Slowly he released his hand as if worried I may scream, instead his fingers rested under my chin, tilting my head and forcing me to look at him.

He seemed softer than before, his face less harsh, though a certain darkness still lingered in his eyes, like a freshly woken storm, full of guarded secrets just begging to be released.

A strange new feeling manifested in my core, a throbbing kind of heat, a hunger, begging to be sated and I wondered if he felt it too...

We stared at one another transfixed. It was as if everything bad between had vanished into the darkness of the room, all malice and spite long forgotten as we studied each other.
-Until all that was left, was a boy and girl. Nothing more, nothing less.

He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. The sinful look in his eyes and the all consuming hunger that rolled off of him in thick, suffocating waves was enough to let me know his intentions. Dark as they may be, I wasn't afraid.

I was drowning in the very idea of him, and I wasn't sure I wanted to surface. Draco Malfoy was like my very own drug that I loved to hate, and I was already addicted.

He moved impossibly closer and I had nowhere left to run, though even if I had I don't think I would've wanted to. Draco's face was mere inches from mine, I didn't dare move, I didn't dare breathe, I was not about to make the same mistake as last time.

His eyes flickered briefly down to my lips then back up again, "Tell me who hurt you." He breathed over my burning skin and I clenched my teeth tightly to hold in a low groan.
We moulded together perfectly, as if made for one another. No space left in between our hungry bones, and though we had denied it. They had been aching for one another since our first encounter.

'She's insufferable.'

We had buried it. But now, everything came roaring to the surface all at once as we let the most primal parts of ourselves take control, all thoughts and feelings long forgotten.

Draco tilted his head leaned in as he whispered his blasphemous orders, so close that his lips brushed my jaw as he spoke. "You will tell me Mara..."

I tilted my head back to allow him access, struggling to stifle a breathy moan as his soft lips made contact, slowly dragging across the side of my neck. "...One way or another."

My entire body ignited and for a moment I thought I was be on fire as his scent of heavy smoke engulfed me, all the blood rushing to my face and my knees growing weak.

He slipped his thick arms around my waist with hellish intent, pressing his body tightly against my own like a vise I didn't want to break free of.

I felt hot. Too hot.
-My clothes too tight, and the room too void of air.

I couldn't help but shiver as his gentle lips began to kiss the side of my throat, his hands sliding up the outside of my robes to grip my hips. I could no longer hold back the harsh breath that escaped my lips as he began to bite and suck his way down my neck to the hilt of my throat, arching my back so that my chest pressed tightly to his. I could feel his every breath, I could even feel his heart beating just as heavily against mine.

"I said it doesn't matter..." I moaned softly, my hands finding their way to his pale hair. "It's over now, there's nothing you can do about it..."

"If it doesn't matter," He rasped, "Then why don't you just tell me."

"Because..." I groaned, struggling to find my words as Draco continued his assault on my skin with a wry smile, "I hate you. Why would I tell you anything."

His grip on my hips increased in the most pleasurable way, fingers digging into me, no doubt leaving bruises. He captured my earlobe between his teeth teasingly before he whispered into my ear, his voice deeper than I ever thought possible. "We both know that's a lie."

He slid his right hand down my side, trailing over my hip, before sliding under my robe to brush my inner thigh.
I should've stopped him, this was wrong... So wrong, we hated one another. We were enemies. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't find the restraint to push him away.

I could practically hear the smirk in his smug voice as well as feel his grin against my neck, "Just keep telling yourself that Mara... Well see how long it lasts."

Agile fingers brushed over the thin white lace that separated him from me and I let out an audible gasp, my fists clenching in his hair at the new sensations flooding my body. He did it again, in the same painfully slow rhythm, once, then twice, before slipping a finger past the lace threshold to tease my core.

One hand slipped down to grip the back of his neck for support, my head thrown back to release a guttural moan. "You like that?" He said cockily and I felt the bass of his voice vibrate from somewhere deep within his chest. "...Don't you?"

My hips pushed against his hand as his mouth devoured my neck, and I knew right away he was leaving deep red marks. I just couldn't make myself care.

In some strange way I enjoyed the adrenaline rush at wondering what everyone would think.

They would know exactly what we had been doing.
-They would know I was his.
It was a dangerous game we played, but the thrill of it was only half the fun.

He felt so good, everywhere, every fibre of my body tingling with his fire. I moaned as his left hand released its grip on my hip to slip around my throat, while his right continued to play between my legs that felt dangerous weak.
There was a split second where I thought they would give way and I would fall to his feet in a trembling heap, but his hand at my centre was certain and pressing, keeping me firmly in place. I would stay exactly where he wanted me.

My breath grew ragged as he worked me over, pushing me higher and higher, as my body begged to feel him inside me.
-Crying out for more, but he wasn't kind.

Draco enjoyed torturing me, instead at the sound of my trembling breaths he slowed his swift fingers, suddenly deft in their eagerness, focusing in on my small bundle of nerves. I was a wreck, chest heaving and crying out, begging him for more.

Finally, he relented, slipping two fingers inside of me. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, my blood pulsing with every ounce of the lust he gave me.

I gave up trying to hold in my pleasured shouts.
I didn't care who heard. Let them know, let them all know.

"Good girl." He rasped as I rocked against him, riding his hand hard to ease the ache, when all of a sudden he stopped, pulling his hand away from my entrance, as he growled into my ear. "Tell me who hurt you."

I bit my lip to keep a whimper inside, as he brushed a finger over my wetness once more. "...And don't you dare lie to me Mara." He rumbled again, his gravely voice sending streaks of fire through my body. I was almost there, just a little more.

He was pulling out all the stops and I hated him for it. I didn't want to admit it to him, but I was so fucking close. His movements slowed as the time past and I didn't speak, and he pressed, "If you do, there will be consequences..."

"I won't. I promise." I relented quickly, my voice coming out breathy, as I pressed his hand back between my legs, begging him to continue.
He drove his fingers back up inside me with ungodly fervour, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts with just as much want as he gave me.

He was hell incarnate, and I was damned to be a sinner.

His warm hand clamped over my mouth as I cried out, drowning my shouts in his heavenly smoke. A mixture of pain and fire and pleasure vibrated within me.

I gasped into his palm, my knees going weak and my hands desperately holding onto him for support as he released my mouth, instead his palm snaked around my throat to pull me closer.
My hips pushed back against his hand as he hissed, "I'm waiting for an answer Mara."

"-No one." I said quickly in between raged breaths, teetering on the edge of climax. "No one hurt me, it was an accident."

He pulled away, my body fell hard, suddenly feeling empty and cold without him. He looked angry, "I thought I told you not to lie."

It was as if all the stars had fallen from the night sky, only to fall to the floor and shatter into a thousand sharp shards before my feet.

"Malfoy I-.." He stepped back as I pleaded with him, "I'm not lying."

-But it was too late, he was already gone.

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See you all in hell :)
-TFOA