Heir of Sallow

***We were never strangers, you were right there all along

CW: Do yall consider oral smootsmoot? Ah, well, just in case.

Fennic Malfoy

"Again."

"Yours," Eliza moaned "I'm yours, only yours-"

The minute Hawke had said her first name, Fennic felt the need to claim her. Logically, it was ridiculous. Hawke obviously only had eyes for Charlotte, but it didn't matter. The illogical side of him was the one in control right now, the one had all but dragged Eliza through a common room full of startled Slytherins, down the hall and into his bedroom. The one who cast a muffling charm and a locking spell on the door, before pressing her back to the door and lifted her skirt, pushing her panties to the side. The one who was currently on his knees with one of Eliza's legs over his shoulder and his mouth on her heat. But he hadn't given her a release yet.

He was almost positive that she had done it on purpose, making him feel jealous over Hawke, considering a certain memory of their second year. The whole reason he'd even tried to look into Hawke's mind that first time. When Eliza had pointed at the boy and said, with the most awed voice "Who is that?"

"Please, Fennic, Please," she begged, her head back against the door as she pulled at his hair. But he was paying close attention, making sure to move his tongue in a different direction when she was getting too close, to change the pace, anything to deny her that fall she wanted.

"Again," He told her in a murmur, his lips moving against her core.

"Yours, I belong to you, please,- let me- just-" she begged, unable to find the words, and finally he gave her what she wanted. He lapped at her as she came on his tongue, her hips rocking against him as she moaned and whimpered, riding out her climax.

He then stood up, letting her skirt fall back into place. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his mouth and chin before he pressed his hands to the door on either side of her face and glared at her.

She just gave him a sated smile. Long gone were the red rimmed eyes from crying about those books. And long gone was the panic he'd felt upon seeing her tears. All that was left was jealousy. And a bit of anger. And a lot of arousal. 

"You did that on purpose."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her eyes rounding to appear more innocent.

"Oh, no?" He asked, leaning closer so their lips were just barely touching. Her lips parted and he was tempted to claim her mouth but refrained. "Because I seem to remember a time in second year..."

"That was years ago," she said, leaning forward and kissing him, pressing her body against his. One hand found her hip, the other cupped her face as he returned her kisses with equal fervor. She started pushing him backwards towards the bed except there were three quick knocks at the door.

She started to pull away, but he pulled her back and kissed her again. Classes started tomorrow, Charlotte and they had already spoken, there was no reason someone should have been knocking at his door. He pulled her around so that she was falling backwards on the bed, giggling. He leaned down over her, ignoring the next set of knocks as well.

But when he started to climb on top of her in the bed, the set of knocking just turned into a constant barrage of knocks. Fennic blew out a frustrated sigh, letting his head hang and Eliza laughed.

"Tonight," he murmured darkly, pressing soft kisses against the column of her throat. "You're going to forget your own name, let alone his."

"You're ridiculous, Fennic," Eliza sighed but she was smiling, and he saw an excited light dancing in her eyes. He kissed her again before standing and slowly walking to the door that had only increased in both pace and volume and knocking. He unlocked it and threw it open.