lust is a construct; d.m.

𝐜𝐡. 𝟏𝟎 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

EVERYONE knew that Draco and Lillianne were complete opposites almost in every way imaginable. He was a bully, she was a crowd-favorite; he reveled in the darkness, she thrived in the light. Everything about them seemed so different, so contrasting, that they could never get along.

And that proved to be true. Every time they found themselves in a conversation with one another, that conversation seemed to always grow into a mirage of tension. Draco had no idea how he could ever get Lillianne to break her vow and shag him — she was much too stubborn about it. Still, light poured into the little cracks where Draco saw Lillianne falling into his tactics and revealing hidden pleasure, and he knew that he was getting closer.

And as he got closer, his desire for her built up as though it were trapped in a cycle of continuity. Each time he saw her, he was doused in a puddle of lust, and yet couldn't do anything about it.

He lied awake at night thinking of her sharp breaths and soft moans once his lips pressed into her neck. He could hear it all so clearly in his ears that he felt that he was actually experiencing it yet again. He liked the feeling of making Lillianne speechless with overwhelming pleasure; it filled him with a sense of pride — a type of pride he'd never really felt before.

He'd had Lillianne crippling under his touch twice in twelve hours, and he ached for that again. He had to have it — he had to have her.

But she wasn't something that his dad could just buy for him; he had to achieve her himself. He'd gotten awfully close, and with that thought in mind — the vision of Lillianne finding forbidden pleasure in his touch — he knew what he had to do. And he was going to be successful.

"Cormac? Why would she be walking with that oaf?"

Blaise shrugged at Theo. "I see it almost everyday."

"Well then, that's your sign to slide in faster," said Theo.

"I'm not worried about it," Blaise said calmly. "He's no competition."

"You should probably get a move on regardless," said Draco. "Both of you."

"Oh, all this talk coming from the guy who hasn't even kissed Lillianne yet," said Blaise.

"But I get closer to it everyday," Draco defended. "Besides, tonight's an awfully good night for it."

Theo laughed slightly. "Right, because parties are the root of all of our best success stories. Come to think of it, I have gotten a smile out of Eloise."

"D, you know that those girls are basically tied down to that platform," argued Blaise. "And not to mention, Diggory's always glued to Lillianne's back. Good luck unsticking him."

Draco only shrugged. "I was able to do it at the bonfire."

"Yeah, and still no kiss," Theo teased. "Even in a completely secluded bathroom."

"Okay, but what if I could get her in a secluded room again? Tonight."

"Sounds unlikely," Blaise muttered.

"Not if I do it like this," Draco held up a finger. "I thought up a plan in divination."

"Oh fuck that, I'm not taking part in another one of your plans," Blaise shook his head.

"Yeah, we don't need another Puffy git creeping around waiting to give us yet another potted plant." Theo then looked around the dormitory dramatically and whispered. "Who knows, she could be in here right now."

"Alright alright, don't be dramatic," Draco held his hand out. "I admit, that plan had some...unfortunate consequences."

"Yeah, no shit," uttered Blaise.