𝐵𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 | 𝒟.𝑀.

10 | ﴾ A Thoughtless Commitment ﴿

You know I don't. His words repeated in my head like a broken record, echoing through my convoluted state of mind. It mattered to me that he not love Astoria on the basis that they weren't going to last anyways, and that nothing was genuine between them, just a forced arrangement.

His breath was in my face, desperate and hot. I briefly considered that he could be lying to me just to see where it would go, but at that point everything felt out of control. His hands were on my upper thighs, squeezing me, his eyes lustful. The bathroom was so dimly lit that everyone looked tanned and mysterious.

Draco appeared agitated by the uncertainty in the air and turned his head, snarling at the the girls in the corner, "Get out!" They had stood up giggling and stared at me directly on their way out. I still felt butterflies in my stomach about the inevitable spreading of rumors. Malfoy was clearly out of his normal state of mind and it didn't feel right to indulge his public choices of affection. Would he be even more hateful towards me in the morning when he realized what everyone had seen? What I had allowed to happen? Would he feel taken advantage of?

My sense of awareness snapped back to reality when I heard the loud click of the bathroom lock. He walked along the wooden stalls, smashing them all open one by one with the side of his fist to confirm their vacancy. I felt increasing nervousness building in my gut as it became apparent we were entirely alone and something wrong was about to happen. I stood up from the sink and caught myself on the edge. The euphoria was still coursing through my veins and I was fighting a deep, throbbing feeling to throw myself at him and have my way. It was almost like a love potion level of domination that my body had over my rationale.

He finished shoving in the last stall and turned to look at me with an amused expression, "Take it easy. I'm not going to hurt you." I stood glued to the spot curious as to why he had to clarify that. Perhaps because I was shaking, but not from fear - from hormones and butterflies and anticipation. My mouth was open as I tried to breath normally through the lustful and untidy thoughts crossing my mind.

He strode confidently back towards me with his hands in pockets, grinning snidely, his eyes locked onto mine with a wicked look. Then he grabbed me with a huff and threw me back onto the green, cold counter and started kissing me again with renewed passion. His body was between my legs and I wrapped mine around him drawing him in closely. Even though the bathroom was markedly cold both of us were sweaty from being high and our touch was wet and hot. I tugged at his drenched shirt and he took command, ripping it over his head and returning to my lips greedily. I eyed his athletic form with a groan and ran my hands down his chest and abs, stopping to pull at the band of his joggers.

He was bunching my dress up rapidly and his hands ran up underneath the fabric, his thumbs ending at the edges of my panties where my thighs creased. Then he brought his hands around my waist and pulled me to the edge of the sink so I was barely perched on it, my back temporarily arched from the jolt. I felt my heart in my throat as he pulled back just long enough to take one hand away and shove it in his pocket, pulling out a flask and undoing it with his teeth. He chugged back some of it, eyeing me, and then handed it to me. I didn't object and gulped down the fiery liquor as though it was medication. Instantly I felt my high returning to it's peak and gasped staring down at the metal container. There was a growing throbbing in my lower abdomen and my heart was racing again.

"Don't worry, it won't be too intense." He said hoarsely, looking at my worried expression, his blue eyes resting on my lips. I gaped at him wondering if he was referring to the drugged liquid in the flask or the immanent sex, "I need you. Tell me you want this and I won't hold back." He looked at me with ferocity. His face was cold and hell-bent, like he was selling his soul to the devil out of desperation. I wasn't even sure if he was really asking at that point, it seemed for all the world that he was going to do whatever he wanted with me regardless of my answer.