Two Sisters, Two Loves

The First Time

*Draco’s Point of View*
  I walked into my dorm feeling drained. Flashbacks pounding in my head.
  “This is your opportunity, Draco,” Mom smiled at me, “You were chosen for this. Your one of us now.”
  “No, mum. I don’t want to. I know you don’t want any part of what he’s up to either. We’re only here because he’ll kill us!”
  “Hush up, Draco. Don’t talk like that,” she scorned, “This your chance to prove yourself.”
  “Let him kill me then. I’m not doing it!”
 I dragged myself over to the mirror and peered into it, no longer seeing myself, but a monster. My hair’s messed up, my complexion is even paler than usual and dark circles cradled my eyes from lack of sleep. I even lost a bit of weight from all the stress.
  “Is there a problem, Draco?” he asked me.
  I stood up straight, “I don’t want to do the task. I can’t do it.”
  He gave me an angry glare, “Suit yourself. Would be a pity to be so young and lose your life... Or perhaps more, the lives of your loved ones. Still wish to disobey me?”
  I slumped my shoulders, hanging my head down without a word.
  A sickening grin spread across his face, “That’s what I thought.”
  I sighed deeply in fear and anger. I don’t recognize myself anymore and it’s horrible. All I see is Him. His ugly face and cold glare. I glanced at the room behind me through the reflection. A small dot of red resting on my pillow. Curious, I turned around and slowly approached my bed. A tiny, heart shaped note rested there, waiting for me to read it. I reached for it with shaking hands, opening it gingerly.
  Happy one year, Draco. Come meet me at our hideout. I have a really big surprise for you. Love, Kenzie.
  Reading her handwriting always makes me smile. I turned back to the mirror, combing through my hair with my fingers and doing what I could to look less like Death. Straightening out my blazer and fixing my tie before retrieving a bouquet of blood red roses I had had bought for her earlier and leaving my dormitory. For once in a long time, my mind eased away from all the suffering I’ve been put through and turned to tonight. Beginning to wonder what Kenzie is planning to surprise me with.  
  “Hey, Malfoy! Wait up!”
  I turned around to see Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle chasing after me. Parkinson not far behind.
  “Where you headed, Malfoy?” Blaise asked eying the roses in my hand.
  “I’m going to see my girlfriend. Can’t you tell?”
  Parkinson peered over Crabbe’s shoulder looking extremely pissed off. I ignored her glares.
  Blaise looked worried for a moment and he lowered his voice, “What’s the occasion? We need to discuss initiation tasks.”
  “Shut up, Blaise,” I growled, “You don’t want others to hear.”
  “Yeah, whatever. What’s the special event?”
  I smiled, “It’s our one year. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have somewhere I need to be.”
  I continued up to the main floor, hearing their mutters of acted disapproval behind me. I reached the main entrance, making a quick scan over to make sure nobody was around before slipping out. The slightly melted snow sloshing under my feet as I approached the whomping willow. The cool air prickling my skin.
  “Immobillus,” I muttered towards the tree.
  The tree froze; the dim orange light coming from the castle glistened on its surface. I slipped through the small opening and into the pitch darkness of the tunnel.
  I lifted my wand, “Lumos maxima.”
  The blinding, bluish white light closed around me in a shining bubble; illuminating the obscurity of the tunnel. I kept an even pace all the way to the old wooden door; diminishing the light from my wand and turning the knob slowly and quietly to prevent alerting Kenzie of my arrival.
  Every light in the shack was switched off, making it almost impossible to see where I’m going. The only source of light came from the bedroom upstairs, but the light is dim and wavering.
  “Kenzie?”
  No response came. I shuffled nervously upstairs, wondering what I would find. The bedroom door is open a crack, allowing the light to shine through and I pushed it open. I became awestruck at the sight. My jaw dropping.
  “Oh. My. God.”
*Kenzie’s Point of View*
  He’s bound to be here any minute and I don’t feel prepared completely. I smoothed out the sheets on the bed, turning off all the lights and burning a couple dozen candles. I walked over to the mirror, smoothing down my hair and tracing my fingers to the curled ends. I even smoothed out my red silk gown with black lace that barely goes halfway down my thighs. I really hope this goes well. I counted the minutes, my back to the bedroom door.
  “Oh. My. God.”
  My heart began to pound hearing Draco’s voice. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway, looking around the room in awe. I danced up to him; his eyes widening when he saw what I’m wearing.
  He fought back a nervous stutter, “Wow... You look gorgeous.”
  I simply smiled, going around him and shutting the door with a gentle click before approaching him and grabbing his tie, pulling him to the bed.
  “Happy one year anniversary,” He smiled sweetly, holding out the roses to me.
  I kept silent, smiling and removing the roses from his hands and placing them in a nearby vase. Draco sat on the edge of the bed, watching me.
  I pranced up to the bed and sat on his lap facing him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I could see the dark circles under his eyes. He looks even worse than on the train ride back.
   “Baby, you look terrible. Are you feeling okay?”
  Draco buried his face in my shoulder, holding me tightly, “I’m fine.”
  I could tell something was wrong, “Do you want to talk about it?”
  He shook his head feebly, “I just need a little time with you.”
  I crawled up the bed to sit behind him; rubbing his shoulders gently and hugging him. He groaned softly.
  I gave him a concerned smile, “I had a feeling you were going through a rough time. Maybe my surprise for you will make you feel better.” I chuckled a bit fretfully and kissed him, “I bet you’ve been looking forward to it for the past couple of days, but I have one condition before I give it to you.”
  He glanced up at me, his eyes twinkling from the candlelight, “What would that be?”
  I kissed him roughly, entwining my fingers in his hair and pressing into him. He kissed back, running his hands from my hips to my shoulders to slide off the straps to my gown.
  I broke away and whispered in his ear, “If I give you mine, you must give me yours.”
  A devious grin spread across his face and desire glistened in his eyes. He knew exactly what I meant, “Oh, you can have it.”
  Draco pinned me to himself, kissing my neck and chest ravenously. He became himself again. You would’ve never guessed that just minutes prior, he was an absolute wreck. I climbed off his lap, pulling him to his feet and running my hands over him. Tugging at the buttons of his blazer and sliding it from his shoulders to the floor then unbuttoning his shirt, kissing down his muscular body and making him groan in pleasure. Draco kept his lips glued to mine, loosening the tie around his neck and pulling it off with his shirt while kicking away his shoes. I glanced at his left arm, realizing it was bandaged. He noticed I stopped.
  “What’s wrong, love?” he asked.
  “What happened there?”
  He held up his right arm, showing me a dark scar, “Third year, remember? When I was attacked by that hippogriff.”
  I went up to him and put his arm down, grabbing his left hand, “Not there. Here.”
  He looked ashamed, “I... got cut over summer. It’s nothing.”
  “Are you sure? It’s almost your entire forearm.”
  He nodded, “Really, it’s nothing.”
  I didn’t believe him, but he came closer, pressing his lips to mine. Everything forgotten in the moment. I was hypnotized by it, shuddering under his touch as his godly lips danced with mine. I didn’t even notice we were stepping farther away from the bed until I backed up into the wall. Draco slid his hands down behind my thighs, picking me up effortlessly and holding me up against the wall. I clasped my legs around his hips; quivering as he slipped the silky gown over my head, brushing back the pendant I have yet to take off and nipped at my collarbone.
  “Draco...” I moaned softly, grinding my hips against his.
  I felt him lightly brush the long scar on my shoulder with his fingertips before kissing along it sensitively. He let me down gently, still biting my shoulder. Because of his height, I could feel him press against my lower abdomen through his trousers. I traced my hand down his chest and to his belt. I unbuckled it with trembling fingers, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor. I rested my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing him back towards the bed with our lips still connected. I broke the kiss and shoved him onto the mattress, climbing on top of him and fumbling with the zipper on his pants. Draco grabbed me and flipped me over so he was on top. He kicked off his pants, trailing kisses from my lips to just above the waistline of my underwear, making me whimper.
  I crawled out from underneath him and further up the bed, piling pillows against the headboard and laying against them. He followed my lead, climbing over me and feeling around the elastic, slipping his fingers underneath and pulling them off carefully. I ran my hands down his abs, shallowly slipping them into his boxers and brought them back up, folding my legs and using my toes to pull off his boxers. He caressed my inner thighs, working his way up and pressing his hand against me.
  He chuckled, purring seductively in my ear, “You’re all mine tonight.”