lust is a construct; d.m.

𝐜𝐡. 𝟏𝟐 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

IT WAS SEVEN MINUTES of both Heaven and Hell.

The depth of his lips, the grip of his hands, the sultry pitch of his words — that was Heaven.

It was stuck in her head, really. The way that his lips dug into hers so ravenously deep that it felt he was extracting parts of her soul. The way his hands gripped onto her skin as if it was the first and last thing they'd ever touch.

Again, that was Heaven.

But admitting that was Hell.

Need Lillianne not forget, her vow still remained intact with numerous cracks and craters, barely holding on. Maybe if she kept a harsh distance from the hellish boy, the vow would heal from that injured state.

To her dismay, however, she was beginning to become something of a masochist, revelling momentarily in the things that were bad for her. And, well, if Draco truly was as hellish as he seemed, Lillianne was just as masochistic.

— ☾ —

"Lil, you haven't said a word in like 10 minutes," said Eloise. "Is something wrong?"

"You're not still upset about last night, are you?" asked Aurora.

Lillianne shrugged as she looked at the floor. "A little..." she muttered, causing Aurora and Eloise to exchange concerned glances.

"Look Lil," began Aurora as she rubbed Lillianne's back, "it's not really your fault. I mean, it's a stupid game that forces people to do stuff with each other. If it's anybody's fault, I'd say the bottle is to blame."

"Yeah, and also, don't feel that you're alone in this," said Eloise. "You know what happened between Theo and me."

"And Blaise and me," followed Aurora whose cheeks were now pink.

"Yeah, I suppose," Lillianne sighed. "But they didn't have their fingers inside of you."

"Maybe not, but they could have if we had more time," reasoned Eloise.

"Exactly," agreed Aurora. "Just remember Lil, Draco didn't finish the job, so your vow isn't broken, and as long as you stay away from him, it won't be."

Lillianne nodded her head in agreement, even though she knew it would be a lot more difficult than Aurora made it out to be.

Half an hour later, a multitude of owls flew into the Great Hall with mail for their respective students, and a small letter fell right in front of Lillianne, directly on top of her pieces of french toast. After wiping her hands on a napkin, she brought the letter up to her eyes, and immediately recognized the handwriting.

'Laveau,

Fun party last night. It's a real shame we had to end things in the closet early. Why don't you come to my dorm later? We'll have a lot more than seven minutes.

-D.M.'

Lillianne then averted her eyes over to the Slytherin table, where Draco had been staring at her ever since she sat down. The pierce of his eyes cast nerves from her heart to her stomach, and simply seeing him again reminded her of all that occurred the previous night. All that he said to her, all that he did to her.

A fraction of her wanted to do it all over again, to just kiss him once more, to let him mark up her skin, to let him touch her in any way he wanted, anywhere.

Maybe if masochism truly was in charge of her life, she'd accept Draco's offer. She'd visit his dormitory for more than seven minutes and let him do anything to her that he wanted.