MARA WILLIAMS

We lay together, entirely bare on his bed, basking in the midday sunlight that streamed through the window. We were exhausted, to say the least... Gold light cast us bronze and warming our skin as bathed in the rich hue.

I lay with my head on his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart as he traced the outline of my shoulder blade with his fingertips.

"I never want to go back..." I whispered, pressing my lips to the back of his hand with a tender kiss and he halted his caress of my spine. "I thought you liked school?"

I held his hand, playing absentmindedly with his rings, enjoying the way the one with a dark onyx stone glinted in the light. "Because... We can't exactly be like this at Hogwarts."

He gave my arm a subtle squeeze and I could hear the smirk in his tone. "Why not?"

"You know damn well why!" I prodded his chest with a grin as I stared up at his devastatingly handsome face . "I'm not sneaking off at night to fuck you in some dusty old broom closet!"

One glance from him and I seemed to forget all my morals, one smile and I'd gladly let him ruin me over and over again. One kiss and I'd even beg for anarchy.

"You're no fun." He pouted, dragging a lazy finger over the curve of my backside. "-Besides, I'd love to see you walking around school looking like this."

Deep purple bruises in the shape of his rough hands marred my hips, and just about everywhere else for that matter. My body was a mess of him, thick crimson bites spanned the length of my throat and chest, the evidence of his unholy descent.

And in some strange, sick, messed up way, I loved it. I took thrill from every mark he left, a claim of sorts. Maybe I was just a masochist, but loved his roughness, he didn't tread me as fragile and if anything he tried to break me with every wantonly violent touch.

Draco ghosted his hand along the length of my arm, taking pause to take my hand in his, interlocking our fingers and holding them up to the light. "Mara, promise me something-..."

He froze, and I felt his entire body growing tense beneath me, I frowned as he suddenly sat up against the headboard and I was forced away from him.
"-What's wrong?"

He glared at me and I was taken aback by his sudden change in temperament, a stark change to the beautiful soft boy he was just a moment ago. "What the fuck is that?" He practically snarled.

I shook my head slightly, not quite understanding. "What?"

He snatched my wrist from my side, holding it up before my face and forcing me to stare at the ugly scars."What is this!"

Dirty Little Whore.

My mouth opened and closed but no words came out. His face contorted into an emotion I'd never seen from him before, "Did you do this?"

"No!" I snatched my arm away, hurt that he'd even think I'd do such a thing. "-Of course not, don't be ridiculous!"

Time had only served to dull the wounds, the words were no longer red and raw, they were almost healed, only thin red lines compared to the bloody mess that they once were. One day they'd heal to white, but they'd never fade, much like the ones Umbridge had left on the back of my hand, except these were carved with the power of hate rather than magic.

Draco's eyes were on me and I felt the familiar hissing sting of his demanding tone. "Then tell me. Who?"

"Pansy and Millicent!" I spat, feeling defensive. "Who else do you think!" As if that wasn't enough I added, "Your friends!" And watched as the look in his eye turned to something distinctly malicious as he snarled, "-Pansy and Millicent are not my friends."

"Really?" I said, pushing as far away from him as possible on the bed, clutching the covers to my chest suddenly all too aware of my nakedness. "Well you all seem pretty damn friendly to me!"

"Fuck Mara, what do you want me to say!" His brows were drawn heavily over his stony eyes, almost as if pleading.
-But Draco Malfoy was never one to beg. "Are you implying I had something to do with this? Because that's sure as hell what it sounds like..."

"No!" Now it was my turn to feel guilty, the horrid green feeling seeping through my skin to settle heavy in hollows my bones, "-No, of course not!"

"Then why are you doing this? Why are you turning this back around on me, as if it were my fault!" His cold facade was in tatters. Beneath it I saw him for what he truly was, just a boy.

I wanted something to say, anything was better than the silence that stretched out between us
-But I was just a girl.

Nothing more, nothing less. We were just a couple of kids far too entangled in this unholy mess of hate and angst and sin.

Draco got up from out haven of silk and linen without a word, and I watched him as he walked into the en suite, entirely bare. Despite our heated words, my eyes still instinctively clung hungrily to every unconscious shift of muscle in his back and shoulders until he disappeared from view.
A moment later I heard the water turn on as he started the shower, leaving me alone in the bed and uncertain of what to do. I felt bad, though I wasn't exactly sure why?

Without his warmth there beside me it felt as though a chill had worked it's frigid fingers into the room and I clutched the covers closer. Maybe I should go apologise to him, but then what would I even say? I'm sorry for telling the truth?

That boy confused me in ways no other could, it always seemed like right as I felt I was beginning to figure out just how he worked, he'd up and kick off in a way that was brand new, leaving me entirely in the dark once again.

After an internal debate, I peeled away the sheets, hugging my arms tightly over my bare chest to ward off the cold as I crossed the room and slowly peered around the bathroom door.

He stood with his back to me, hands pressed firmly against the wall and head under the stream, the water cast his white hair a hellish shade of ivory and smoke.

"Draco..." I said, softly approaching, but when he didn't react I took a few quiet steps closer, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Can I talk to you?.."

I felt his breaths beneath my palm, every draw and take, every shuddering second of it and slowly he stood to his full height as he turned to me, forcing me to stare up into his cold, dead eyes. I couldn't help but felt like nothing stood before him, so completely and utterly insignificant this devil of a boy.

Crystalline droplets carved their way over his broad shoulders, following a lone trail of solitude across his heartless chest, void of warmth despite the steam that coiled thick from the water.

This felt like some sort of test, like a threat as we stared at one another, him practically daring me to be the first to look away. But I refused to back down, he wouldn't scare me away so easily and I puffed out my chest as I spoke, "Look, I'm sorry."

He studied me for a moment as if debating how to react, as I stepped under the stream, pressing my body closer to his, and I could've sworn I'd seen the hint of a smirk in his eye, all malice long forgotten as we stood bare before one another, souls exposed.
He dipped his head to the crook of my neck, so close that when he spoke his soft lips ghosted my skin and a shiver ran down my spine. "Get on your knees."

I raised an eyebrow at him with a sultry smile as he pulled away to loom over me like thunder. Sparks of lightning striking the empty air between us.
Maybe I shouldn't have tempted fate, maybe I shouldn't have spat at the flame, but then again I was never afraid of a little fire, and this time I was willing to burn.
"-Or what?" I pushed my face close to his, relishing in the way he held his breath as his eyes flickered wantonly across my feverish countenance.

Staring him dead in the eye, I dared to take a brazen step closer, so that my breasts brushed against his chest, and I shifted a bit in my position, enjoying the way he seethed with barely repressed lust. I could feel the way it radiated off of him in thick, suffocating waves.
And a callused hand ensnared my throat, gripping so tightly that black dots began to blur the edges of my vision. But I couldn't help but love the pain as his rough fingers burred into my skin and he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Get on your fucking knees. Now."

There was a rumble of approval from somewhere deep within his chest as I slid my way down bit by bit and he watched me with a predatory gaze, his lips parted just enough to allow a light pant.

Water poured down upon us, slicking my hair to my face and running a warmth down my spine.
He jolted a bit with a breathless hiss when I took him in my palm and pressed a heathenish kiss to his tip, but he stayed still nonetheless.

With a devilish grin at his reaction I swirled my tongue around his head, forcing a blasphemous curse from his lips.

"Do you want me to stop?" I murmured against his skin as his hands wound their way into my hair, holding it back from my face, but also keeping me tightly to him, leaving no room for escape.

"Don't you fucking dare." His hiss coincided with a low groan as I took him into my mouth, sucking the abused peak, and causing his breath to hitch in his throat, and after a moment I smiled, gently letting go as I sat back up, watching eagerly as a few drops of water fell from his hair, sliding down his taut stomach.

"Don't stop." Draco growled, tugging sharply on my hair, but little did he know that he was not the one in control here. I watched in fascination as the liquid followed the path of muscle down the centre of his stomach and I hummed in satisfaction. "-Don't tell me what to do."

He really was devastatingly gorgeous, his slate grey eyes setting my skin alight with a thrum of pleasure.

I slipped hands around his length, and wrapped my lips around him, looking up innocently to find
Draco's eyes trained firmly on my mouth with gritted teeth, so I slid him between my lips, pushing it all the way in and slowly pulling it back out, alternating between swirling my tongue around the tip and sucking the entire length into my mouth, causing him to buck against me, slamming into the back of my throat.

I pulled away, gasping hungrily for breath, before returning to my task with even more fervour than before and relishing in the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath as I eased my way down towards the base, curving my tongue expertly around him.

"Fucking hell Mara." He ground out, his hands flexing with the urge to grab something and I sucked him deep into my mouth, relaxing my throat as I pulled him past the edge of my reflex and just held him there.
Sinfully slowly I slipped back up and swiping my tongue around the flared head, delved back down, striking up a rhythm. Up, swirl, down, suckling his length from top to bottom, leaving no part of him untouched. His hips began lifting, thrusting into my mouth, as his breathing stuttered and his hands clenched in my hair.

I kept going, pushing him closer to the edge, and when I thought he couldn't take anymore, I began humming, sending vibrations down his thick shaft.
He pulsed against my lips, and grasped my head, shouting out, "Fuck!"
-And he began bucking with vigor, his motions going uneven, ragged, surging a final time, as he spilled his hot seed into my mouth and I drank him down, and licking my lips, stared up at him from between his legs with a self-satisfied smile at his current state. His chest was heaving, and his face looked a little dazed.

He stared at me for a time, swiping the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, before smirking, the action coming off somewhat lazy at the moment.
"Good girl."

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-TFOA