"Are you a /bad boy/, Malfoy?"
Draco slips his tongue all the way down his lower lip. He wears a smile like a sharp blade. "I'm everything you want." He whispers against your skin.
- One shots about Draco Malfoy.
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Context: You and Draco are Death Eaters. You are in your sixth year at Hogwarts but no one, for now, knows your secret. Voldemort and the other Death Eaters have not yet attacked the school; Albus is not dead yet. This one shot reports an intimate moment between the two of you.
House: Slytherin
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"The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." J. Milton
Darkness enveloped your bones. Your body was static, frozen in time: constant buzzing in your ears; your name repeated by a familiar voice; the feeling of your arm being on fire. It hurt. It throbbed like your heartbeat.
I will.
You know I will.
The pain had become acute. Almost unbearable.
Please don't call him.
There was a woman facing you. Raven curls floated in the air current, almost as if they wanted to lull your mind. A sadistic grin crossed her face; black eyes like two bottomless wells. If you drowned in them you would no longer be able to peek into the light again.
Her fingers played amusedly with a wand. She rubbed it first on her cheek and then along her neck.
Bellatrix.
You looked down at the mark on your forearm: the blood red had swallowed up the black; it seemed to be imprinted in fire like a burning ember. And it burned.
Don't call him.
The woman raised her wand to the sky. The wind ruffled his hair wildly around his eyes. The sky had awakened and roared with rage. Leaden clouds gathered around her as if a hurricane were about to break out. As if the world was about to end. And, perhaps, it really was.
You half-closed your eyes. Your body still crystallized like an ice palace.
A sinister laugh, the sound of explosions in the air. A thunder in the distance.
