Dare - Draco Malfoy

Chapter 6: The greenhouse' storage

Draco:

Sunday went by so quickly in the library, I have to make up for the time lost on Friday afternoon.

I am seated lonely in one of the middle arched rows. The library is quiet, the white noises of quills on paper give me a serene feeling. After reading some chapters on Flutterby bush, noting down points for the essay that is due tomorrow, I grab some parchment. I dip my quill and start writing.

-

I label the essay with my name after what seems forever. I lift my head up to find the library dark, and almost empty, I look up higher and glance at the clock, now signing 7. I have been here for over six hours. I am exhausted.

I collect my things, stand up, my head still pounding. I push my chair back and turn to see a shadow on the other side of the half empty shelf. I walk closer to place my books back on the shelves. I look through the thin spaces between the books, deep in the shadow of the other side I find two blue eyes looking up, mouth slightly open.

I want to avoid her. What happened on Friday was a game. I don't want her to think the wrong thing. I turn away and pack my stuff away by the table I was sitting on earlier.

"Draco" I hear a voice calling my name.

I turn to find her, now on my side of the shelf.

"Yes?" I reply not bothered.

"Can I talk to you please?" She asks.

"About?" As I say this I see confusion growing in her eyes.

"Why are you avoiding me?" She asks firmly.

"Listen, if it's about Friday I hope you are not getting some sort of weird thoughts." I can see her frowning as I say this.

"Maeve, it was a dare. Get over it" I finish laughing and leave her there, alone. 

-

Herbology on a Monday morning is not ideal. We are in greenhouse three, this place doesn't have a crackling fire as the other classrooms. Instead this place is humid and damp.

I hand over my Flutterby bush essay as I sit down at the back of the class. I see Maeve and Aria walk in together talking animatedly.

Today's task is to read and analyse different types of bushes and their properties.

At the end of the two hours, I turn back as I see, just like last week, Maeve enter the storage outside. I leave the class making sure not to be followed. I look around me, no one is near, the students are all up by the castle doors now.

I follow her inside the storage and stand, blocking the door. The place is even colder and slimier than the greenhouse. Ivy leaves have taken over the many windows, which themselves are covered in condensed ripples of water. I see her at the end of the room, placing items into the musky shelves. She finally turns towards the door to leave. She lets out a chocked scream as she sees me.

"Honestly! Draco. What are you doing?" She lets out, as she poses her right hand on her chest, catching her breath.

She comes towards me and tries to arrogantly move me aside, to exit the room.

"Draco move, I have class"

I grab her shoulders gently.

"Don't we have charms together?" I ask

"Yes?" She responds annoyed.

"We still have 15 minutes". I take a step forward, making her retreat in the room. I grab her waist, she fights against it.

I grab her harder.

Maeve:

His grip on my body tightens. He grabs my hips pushing me closer to him with one hand, the other swishes on my cheek, I feel his cold fingers spread on my neck as they entwine with my hair. I stare into his eyes, frozen silver. 

A hand reaches behind him, locking the door. 

"I-" I stutter but he ignores it.

He leans in for my lips. He's not gentle this time. He moves his lips in rhythm with mine. I hear his breath deepening. He is getting hard and I, wet. 

He opens his lips and I feel his tongue lick my upper lip. A silent groan comes from his chest. HiS hand moves under my robes, he grabs my jumper. His lips shift to the corner of my mouth, kissing my cheeks, my jawline and down to my neck. I think back of last time he's been there and the hickey he left. I pull back, he grabs tighter and stays on my neck. My hand reaches the back of his head and I whisper

"Draco". 

He lets go slightly, breathing on my neck. He looks up at me.

"Maeve-" 

He begs my name, looking at me, my lips as I close them to swallow. With one movement he reaches my thighs with both hands, picks me up to sit on base of an arched window, looking out to the grim forest. A hand around my neck, the other wrapping my hair in his fingers. Kissing me, aggressively. I moan, quietly.

"Moan for me" He whispers.

A rush of heat goes through me.

I can feel the window's trapped humidity dripping down on my back, which is completely pressed against it. Draco standing between my leg, holding my head. My hand acts on its own when it finds his pants. He flinches and slows down. I move my hand higher and find his shirt tucked. My fingers rest on the rim of his pants as he moves his own hand down to grip my thigh, over my skirt.

He breaths in as my hand finds his core, resting on his hard dick, a slight tension in my fingers.

He pulls away, his eyes on mine, leaning back but still close enough to hold hard onto me. His other hand flows down and passes the hem of my skirt. He's now playing with my high socks, staring at his hand biting his swollen lips. I follow his gaze. His index and middle finger mock a walk, back up my thigh, finally reaching under my skirt. I take a deep breath in. Draco's hand keeps going up. Closer and closer. He reaches the side on my underwear, on my hip. He grabs at it with force as I arch my back. He lets go and I look up to find his grey eyes, his pupils dilated.

"The things I would do to you..." He moans in my ear.

He places one kiss on my lips and lets me go gently.

-

Still sitting on the base of the windows I fix my hair. I can feel my face flushed and my legs trembling as I gain my normal breathing back. I am dizzy.  I get down and look at him, as he picks up is own things from near the door.

He comes back closer to me, too fast, he makes me stumble backwards. He cups my cheeks gently. This time he uses his lips to murmur

"That will stay hidden here." 

I nod. He kisses me again, between my lips and cheek, and without a second glance, he leaves.