"Why don't you tell me what you know?" Malfoy asks, setting his hands on Dahlia's hips and resting his head back against the wall to look at her.
A cold breeze blows throughout the tower, cooling her flaming skin. "What I know? Well, let's see. So far, I know that you were about to hook up with me when your father walked in on us, and then you left. You come back the next morning acting ten kinds of pissy and give me no explanation. Then you disappear for a week and tell me nothing. Oh, and that Nott is a death eater. That about covers it." Dahlia has to focus on her words, between the fire whiskey and the feel of Malfoy beneath her.
"How did you find out about Nott?" Malfoy asks, stiffening slightly at his name.
Dahlia works her hands up into her hair. "For fucks sake Malfoy, can we not talk about Nott right now?" She rotates her hips slowly as to emphasize her interest in a subject change.
The cords in his neck tense. "Fine," He says through gritted teeth. "So what is it, exactly, that you want to know?"
"I want to know where you went, all last week. Plain and simple." Dahlia slows her movements.
"I can't tell you where I was Dahlia. If I know you like I think I do, then I know that you already went and asked everyone that and they gave you the same answer," He applies pressure to her hips so she is forced to start moving again. "My turn to tell you to drop it."
"Fine," Dahlia huffs. "Why were you acting like a frigid bitch that morning?"
Draco drops his hands from her hips but Dahlia continues her movements. "Because I was angry that we couldn't finish what we started."
Dahlia snorts. "Oh please! What a cop out."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco narrows his eyebrows, stretching his arms to rest his hands behind his head.
"I was still laying there, nearly naked, when you got back. A locking spell and a silencing charm and there's no reason why we couldn't have started back where we left off. Actually, you acting like a little bitch is about the only reason." It's Dahlia's turn to narrow her eyes now.
"You would have let me?" Malfoy asks, looking for a very brief moment unsure.
Dahlia rolls her eyes. "Of course. Don't you think I would have got myself some clothes if I thought we were making a mistake? I'm not stupid, Malfoy. Also, I'm literally sitting in your lap and practically dry humping you right now. If that isn't obvious then I don't know what is." Dahlia can't help but laugh. She doesn't entirely believe that this was his entire reason for being so unpleasant that morning but she is willing to let it go for now. He gave her something, and that is a start.
His eyes widen at her choice of words. "Ok."
"Ok? Is that all you got? What I think you meant to say was something along the lines of 'I'm sorry' or 'I was wrong'." Dahlia allows herself to grin, noting that forming coherent sentences is getting difficult as she continues to move in his lap.
He snorts. "I won't be apologizing to you Dahlia."
Dahlia arches an eyebrow and stops her movements on his lap. "Is that so?" The coil that was forming deep in her belly disappears.
"Oh you think you're cute, huh?" Draco asks, dropping his hands back to her hips.
In one quick movement he flips them over so his lower half is settled firmly between her legs and he supports himself above her with his arms. Dahlia's response dies on her lips as she locks her ankles around his back side.
"I won't apologize to you...but if you don't watch yourself I'll have you begging for mercy," He drops his head to whisper this into her ear.
She reaches up and threads her fingers into his air, then tugs his head up slightly so they're looking each other in the eyes. Hers bloodshot, his with blown pupils. "I don't beg, Malfoy."
With a grunt, he pushes his head down and seals their lips together. At the same time he rocks his hips down into hers and Dahlia's mouth is forced open by a moan, granting him easy access.
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Salazar's Angel
FanfictionDahlia Slytherin is a direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin himself. Raised a muggle for the first seventeen years of her life, she is kidnapped by Voldemort and his Death Eaters for her bloodline to be used as an asset in Voldemort's war against m...