| Girl on Fire |

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VERONICA MALFOY

"Muffliato." Draco mumbled. Our cabin was silenced and the door was locked. Draco has been quiet since Matheo left a few days ago. I honestly don't know if he's more upset that he has to murder our headmaster or that I essentially have to whore myself out to the chosen one.

"Ronnie, talk to me," he said. I looked up at him. He wore a black suit like always, I wore a black dress with long sleeves. It's going to be all long sleeves from now on I suppose. "Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you." I said. He nodded. "What would you like me to say Veronica? You know what I have to do." he said. "It's not like my task is much more fun." I snapped. He sighed. "I know, I'm sorry," he said. "I just don't know why The Dark Lord thought this would work. Harry Potter and Veronica Malfoy, not exactly a match made in heaven." I said. "Ronnie, you are the smartest, sometimes most manipulative witch I know. I have a feeling you can find a way." he said. "I was thinking about something mum taught me." I said. "What's that?" he asked. "You men, you love to be in control. It's a thing for you. So if I can manipulate Potter into thinking he's in control, he'll surely reveal much more than he intends." I said. He smirked at me. "You're scary sometimes, truly brilliant, but in a terrifying way," he said. I smirked right back. "I know." I said. "How are you even going to get within 10 feet of Potter without his backup?" Draco asked. "Ah that's where part 2 of mum's advice comes in." I said. "And this is?" he asked. "Men love a damsel in distress." I said. He chuckled. "Saint Potter does love to save people. You really think he'll save you?" he asked. I nodded. "I figure I shed some tears, playing the vulnerable, weak girl card. I mean, he's like the Gold standard for Gryffindors. Isn't it like a rule that they all have to have hero-complexes?" I said. "I like it. But tell him to keep his hands off, or I-" he started...

"Alohomora-" the lock clicked and the door opened. Mattheo stood leaning against the frame smirking. "Tell him to keep his hands off or he won't have hands." he said casually as he sat next to me. He swung an arm over me and I pushed it off. "Ah, ah, ah, we broke up, remember?" I said. "Ah yes, you broke my heart when you found out I was an evil death eater." he said sarcastically, clutching his heart. "Seriously? That's the story you two are going with?" Draco said, cocking an eyebrow. "Why yes? It's all a part of my story. I'm going to have doubts about our dark future dear brother." I said. He laughed. "So I'm guessing Potter isn't going to know you are already a death eater?" he asked. "Nope. He's going to know. But I have a plan for that too" I said. "This is a horribly evil plan, I can help but think you had something to do with it." he said looking at Mattheo. "Guilty. Do you really think sweet, innocent, heart-of-gold Veronica could pull off something so heartless?" he said.

"You two are perfect for eachother." Draco said. I smirked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go fill in our friends on the story." he said. He left and shut the door. "Your father gave permission for them to know?" I said. "Technically, most of them will take the mark in a few years anyway. He figured it wouldn't hurt to keep them in the loop. Plus technically, I made the decision." he said. "It's so hot when you get all Heir to the Throne, Dark Lord, on me. It really does turn me on." I said smugly. "Oh really?" he said. "Yes but not as much as when you bow to me." I said slowly pushing him down. "I should have known, you're almost as power hungry as I am" he taunted as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. "Of course darling, I'm your queen. I love making you bow whenever I want." I said with a smirk. He chuckled darkly. "Only you." he said to himself as he placed gentle kisses up my thighs. He pulled down my panties and dove between my thighs. I felt his hot breath on my cunt and I bit my lip to suppress a moan. "Fuck- Mattheo-" I said softly. "What do you want Veronica?" he asked. "Please, I need your mouth on me." I said. He kissed all around my heart avoiding that one spot that drives me mad. I placed my hands in his curls and pushed his head down. Then he started. He kissed my clit and licked a stripe up my slit. I moaned and I could feel his smirk against my heat. "Fucking hell Mattheo" I moaned as he licked and sucked on my cunt. He slipped two fingers inside me and I let out a moan as he pumped them in and out. He held my thighs open and I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. "I'm close-" I stammered. "Not yet," he said. "Please Mattheo-" I said. "Say my name?" he asked. "Mattheo" I said. He smirked again. "Try again," he said. "Daddy?" I guessed. My orgasm was quickly approaching.

"One more chance." he said. "Fucking hell if you want me to say-" I started. He kissed my clit again and I moaned. "Say it or I won't let you cum." he said. "Fuck-ok My Lord- please let me cum" I said. He chuckled. "Cum for me," he said. I hit my release and he kept going. When he kissed me, I could still taste myself. I pulled up my panties and he sat next to me. "My Lord? Kinky-" I said with a smug grin. "You liked it." he said.