Going Rogue

chapter xiii

Heavy smut. You've been warned.
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"Fuck!" Asterin flinched as Draco grabbed a jewelry box and threw it off into the distance. They weren't any closer to fixing the Vanishing Cabinet and Draco was beginning to lose patience. By now it had been three months since they were given the task. Christmas was three weeks away.

"It's okay, Draco," she told him softly as she watched him put his hands on the cabinet and leaned forward to put all his weight on his hands.

"No, it's not. Why did Potter have to fucking leave? Granger could probably fix this cabinet faster."

"We still have seven more months to fix it."

Draco scoffed.

"You mean seven more months until we're killed."

Asterin scoffed.

"Until I'm killed, Draco. The Dark Lord won't kill off his best-" she stopped when he turned his cold eyes to her.

"You honestly think I'd just step aside and let him kill you? Please tell me you're not that stupid."

Regret flashed in his eyes when he saw the hurt on her face, but he quickly masked it and looked away.

It seemed he had been purposefully picking fights with her lately - insulting her intelligence or outright ignoring her. Asterin didn't know why and Draco wasn't one to talk about his.. feelings.

Instead of arguing, she remained quiet and continued looking through the book where he found the spell. He wanted a fight, a way to relieve his anger, but she wasn't going to be his punching bag anymore. He would have to find a new way to release his frustration.

"Not even going to argue. Maybe you really are that stupid."

Asterin gripped the book tighter, but still refused to acknowledge his childish behavior. For being the right hand man to the Dark Lord, he acted as if he was still a little boy.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you!" Draco sneered and took the book from her hands before throwing it behind him.

"You're not talking to me, Malfoy. You're insulting me. There's a difference," she murmured before glancing up at him. She could almost see the hurt on his face when she called him by his last name. She only called him Malfoy when she was hurt or angry.

"Fuck off," he scoffed and turned away to stare at the cabinet.

"If you say so," she murmured and untwisted herself from where she sat to stand up. Draco turned, his pupils blown as his anger grew. He truly wanted a fight, but she still refused.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" He sneered between clenched teeth.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Asterin shook her head and stepped away when he gripped her elbow.

"I will not play your childish games, Draco. I know you are angry and frustrated, but you will not take them out on me. So, fuck you!" She spat at him and ripped her arm away.

Asterin had managed to take four steps before she was grabbed again and forced to turn. She was about to spit more poison when his grip was suddenly around her throat. Draco glared down at her, his fingers squeezing the blood flow just slightly to turn her mind fuzzy.

"Fuck me, hm? Fine. Since you asked so fucking nicely." And with a growl he swooped down and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss. Asterin whimpered from the sheer force but she didn't fight him. He couldn't fight his frustration out - so he would fuck his frustration out. Fucking finally.