One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

chapter 30

Recap:

When he reached for my other hand, finally removing the one that was around my waist, but I wasn’t about to let this lecher have control of me so I put as much strength into my last free limb to thrash and keep out of his grasp.

I managed to lift my arm away enough to come back and slap him and then left my palm pressed into his cheek in some feeble attempt to push him away…maybe if I could keep my elbow locked he won’t be able to…

Oh Shit

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With his one free arm he knocked his elbow into mine and completely faltering my locked position. He again took the second of my surprise and pushed that arm down above my head.

“It’s a little hard to enjoy this when you struggle so hard.” He said, stopping for just a second to look me in the eyes with a coldness only a Malfoy could muster.

“Oh right, because I’m terribly worried about your enjoyment.” I grunted, making an attempt to throw all my weight to the side and roll him off the side of the bed…to no prevail.

His only response was a chuckle and smirk before lowering his upper body down on mine.

He shifted his weight so that he could hold my wrists with one hand and support himself with the other arm. Situated his body hovered just above mine and his head just next to mine.

“Oh I have no worries about my pleasure. I just thought I’d give you the heads up for your own self.” His whispered, making sure his lips grazed my ear with each word.

Cold, unwanted, shivers ran down my spine. I turned my head and craned it to the side as far as I could manage.

“You’re a sick bastard you know that!” I shrieked. My words came out sounding more like some high-pitched squeal of a whisper.

I don’t know if it was the cold fear sinking further into my stomach the longer his skin touched mine or my claustrophobic tendencies kicking in, but I could feel my lungs seizing, struggling to let me speak.

Malfoy’s wandering hand pushed the jacket material off my shoulder. He played his finger tips across the bare skin of my neck and traced the contours of my collar bone.

A mixture of bile and screams built up in me, shaking my chest erratically but refused to let out. It felt like all my energy was slipping from me just to speak, but even though my mouth opened I could not get the air to release from my lungs.

With a tube top on it was effortless for him to simply snag a finger along the rim and pull it down.

At least I had my tears I thought, feeling the cold air touch my abdomen and the tears prick my eyes.

‘But why does my body hold me hostage?’ I thought as spots began to blur my vision and the cold pit of fear in my stomach tingled.

Then, this sudden rush of energy hit me that screams-of anger not fear now- escaped from my body and I was moving quicker than I could comprehend.

I found myself with a clenched fist around Malfoy’s hand that had just reached out for my bra. “Stop” I growled, crushing his fingers in my hand.

The spots continued to grow and multiply, but I managed to catch the tinge of fear in Malfoy’s eye just before it all went black.