"Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness."
How true that saying was for Draco Malfoy. Not only was he forced to become a Death Eater, but he was forced to maim, kill, and destroy any who dare cross his path. A greatness indeed.
This saying...
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"Draco," Asterin breathed out as he pushed himself off the wall.
"I believe I told you not two hours ago, that you belong to me, Aster. Did I not?" The male made his way slowly to her, his hands in the pockets of his black trousers. He had lost his robes and his white shirt, instead wearing a black button down with his black coat. He wasn't Draco Malfoy a Slytherin boy, he was Draco Malfoy the Death Eater.
"I..I.." Asterin gasped when her back hit the wall behind her, not realizing she was backing up with each step he took forward. His hands left his pockets and instead rested on the wall on each side of her head.
"You.. what? Do you enjoy disobeying me, Aster? Did you think I wouldn't know what you were doing with," he took a deep breath and growled, "him?"
Asterin couldn't form words, her eyes wide as the danger oozed from the male in front of her. His eyes were cold, hard, and yet they were heating up her insides. What the hell happened the last two months where she no longer hated his being? Was it the gatherings they were forced to go together? The outings their parents forced on them? Having to spend time together.. alone?
What was happening?
One hand left the wall and gripped at her throat, tilting her head back as he brushed his lips against hers ever so softly.
"If I catch you with him again, I will not be so even-tempered with you, Asterin."
This was him even-tempered? Trapping her body against the wall and his hand around her throat?
"Do I make myself clear, Asterin?" The feeling of his rings pressed against the flesh of her neck, surely leaving behind marks, distracted her momentarily as she thought of the marks he'd leave behind on her naked body.
"Yes, Draco," she finally managed to gasp out. His lips formed to a smirk as he pulled her bottom lip down with his thumb.
"That's my good girl. Now go to your dorm. I will see you in the morning for breakfast." He released his grip slowly on her neck and backed away two steps, his hands going back into the pockets of his trousers.
Asterin blinked away the haze he left behind, cleared her throat, and managed to stumble away from him.
"The dungeons are the other way, Aster." She could hear the amusement in his voice, yet when she looked at him his face was blank.
The blonde blinked at him and began walking the opposite direction she was originally heading towards. He had fucked up her brain so much, she didn't get the chance to ask why he wasn't heading to the dungeons as well. Or why there was a bimbo on his lap just moments ago.
The Next Morning
Asterin stared at herself in the mirror, wondering what the fuck she was thinking playing this game. Her eyes followed down her body, looking at the uniform she wore, and stopped at the skirt that was now several inches higher. Instead of stopping at her knees, it stopped right mid-thigh. The paleness of her milky thighs were now shown as she decided to wear her knee-high socks instead of tights.
