Suck me off

Purity

Delia

My favourite thing in the entire world is watching him squirm—

The composed, high and mighty Draco Malfoy, pride for his name, barley able to utter a few words let alone sentences.

After spending an entire day feeling sorry for myself and avoiding everyone, I made peace with myself and decided I needed to hear the full story. This was about regaining my power, and it felt fucking good.

This time I would not settle for half the story.

"It all started in 3rd year." He pauses to take a shaky breathe, shifting his shoulders and jawline to face me squarely with those beautiful arms in his irresistible turtleneck. Fuck.

"Can we please go inside my room? I don't want anyone else to listen in" he almost pleads, constantly searching the hallway for some remanence of another person in the patchy darkness, "I promise it will be safer."

"If it makes you feel more comfortable" I sigh and see no reason to argue, he's willing to finally tell me about his shady past after all. Barley looking him in the eye, I trundle past his beautiful torso and immediately consumed by the inky blackness of his room, I hang my coat as my eyes adjust, lit up only by an emerald green inferno blazing in the hearth.

He solemnly waits by the door with a somber expression, unmoving for what feels like his version of eternity, and looks both ways into the distance to make sure no one saw me enter.

The door locks with a slight bang and both of us, still silenced by whatever pain has been thrust into our lives throughout the last couple of days, have no more energy or the mental capacity for a screaming match. I brush past his shoulder on my way to the kitchen counter and our hands meet for just a second, igniting that faint spark of electricity constant when we're together.

He notices, and our eyes lock for an age, his crisp cobalt- gray eyes and scent of pinewood mixing with my emerald speckles and vanilla, like witches dancing their coven into a night of pure, everlasting magic."Well.. let's continue your story while the night is still.. young." Breaking contact was the hardest thing I ever had to do.

"As you wish." He says no more but I wish he did. I wish we could just make this work.

He strolls elegantly into the lounge area and sets himself calmly into a rugged armchair by the fire, picking at the seams of the midnight fabric, waiting for me to settle too. But that's impossible, I'll never be truly settled next to him, in a good and a bad way.

He recites his story with eery composure.

"Astoria was kind at first. She always knew exactly what to say, and exactly what would irritate me. I found our conversations amusing and entertaining, and her being a year older seemed.." he pauses, deep concentration plastering his face as he finds the right word, still unable to look me directly in the eyes, "mature of me."

He continues at a steady pace. "My father instantly approved of my new, innocent lady friend, especially since he had been pestering me from a young age to find a suitable wife and heir of the Malfoy fortune beside me one day." I search his face for any sign of emotion, but it's nothing but a cold, blank slate of numb grief, as he recalls the broken past, "I lived to appease him, and he loved Astoria, so I thought in a childish way that it would make him, love me too.."

"Soon enough she showed how fucking manipulative she really was, and I didn't know how to say no. I didn't know how to stop her" he continues the last sentences in a whisper, and I can feel the pain rolling off him in waves, although he still tries to hide behind the grayscale blur of his eyes, "I was only fucking 13."

He looks so vulnerable in this moment, and I cannot stand to look at him from this distance and utter sweet, fake condolences.

My feet find themselves stumbling across the fluffy carpet and I've forgotten about my hard-line approach and whatever he did to hurt me and the risks of this and anything related to Astoria. There isn't time to blink or yell he's in my arms again, where he belongs.

He pulls me up into his lap and I lay my hollow head on his beating chest, the sound of a thousand bells clanging in a graveyard after war, filled with fading, blood-red poppy flowers. He relaxes under me, which is strange because I've never seen Draco Malfoy so calm, so at peace.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you like she hurt me" he utters In a muffled form of articulation, but the soft hearted meaning is there, so very much alive, and they both fall into a deep sleep, allowing each-other to be vulnerable, and in turn, safe. As the sky fades into the ink of his room and everything feels enough all at once, she mumbles one last forgotten verse and incognisant to his knowing, let's the words ring true even if only to herself, "I'll never let anyone hurt you like he hurt me."

But he did. And he knew purely in that moment, he would kill anyone who tried to hurt her again. He would fucking kill anyone who dared try get in between them, reprised. That was the silent promise he made into the full moon before sleep took them into a more forgiving place.

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Sparrows chirp their responses in the golden morning illumination, starlight fading from dark shades of ebony twilight into pastel maroon, flooding through curtains of purity into a room, which was not.

His chest flushes above her, rising heat and intensity barring only the sun, olive skin brushing against hers, barley able to keep herself above the waters of blinding white light and euphoria, a feeling unknown that she chased like a crashing wave. But this time she refused to drown.

This time she wanted to burn.

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