A girl named Rhea had made it to hogwarts, she was doing her first year in 5th year. She will have struggles with her magic and work, until she meets the one and only Draco Malfoy.
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Rhea's heart raced as she took in Draco's transformed expression. The familiar warmth in his eyes had been replaced with a cold intensity that sent shivers down her spine. It was as if he had crossed a threshold from which there was no return.
"Draco?" she ventured again, her voice wavering as she stepped closer, drawn to him despite the unease pooling in her stomach. "Are you alright?"
He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ground as if he were grappling with the aftermath of the ritual. The air around them crackled with residual energy, and the oppressive darkness seemed to cling to him, wrapping around him like a shroud.
"What happened?" she pressed, desperate for an answer.
Draco finally looked up, and for a moment, Rhea saw a flicker of the boy she had known—his vulnerability, his pain—but it was quickly swallowed by the darkness that had taken root within him. "It worked," he said, his voice flat. "The bond is severed. The curse is gone."
Relief washed over Rhea, but it was short-lived. "But at what cost?" she whispered, fear creeping into her voice. "Draco, you—"
"I sacrificed a part of myself," he interrupted, his tone harsh. "That's what it takes to be free. I didn't expect it to be easy."
Rhea's chest tightened as she studied him, trying to reconcile the boy she loved with the stranger standing before her. "You can't just give yourself up like this," she said softly, reaching for his hand. "You're still you, right?"
He didn't respond, but the look in his eyes told her everything. The darkness had seeped into him, and it felt as if it was consuming him from the inside out. Rhea could see the battle he was fighting—the allure of the dark magic, the power it offered.
"Draco, we need to leave this place," she urged, her voice trembling. "We can figure this out together."
He hesitated, the flicker of conflict playing across his face. But then, something shifted, and a dangerous glint ignited in his eyes. "You don't understand, Rhea," he said, stepping closer, invading her space. "This power... it feels intoxicating. It changes you."
"Changes you how?" Rhea breathed, caught in the intensity of his gaze.
"Everything," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "It makes you want more. It's a hunger I didn't know existed."
Rhea's pulse quickened as Draco leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Draco..." she whispered, unsure whether to step back or surrender to the magnetic pull between them.
In a sudden, fervent motion, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. The kiss was urgent, filled with a desperate need that sent sparks coursing through Rhea's veins. She melted into him, her worries momentarily forgotten as she lost herself in the warmth of his embrace.
But just as quickly, the kiss turned intense, almost frenzied. Draco's hands tangled in her hair, gripping her tightly, while Rhea felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous. The darkness that surrounded him seeped into their kiss, making it feel raw and primal, like the merging of two powerful forces.
"Draco," Rhea gasped, pulling away slightly, her breath mingling with his. "We shouldn't..."
"Why not?" he replied, his voice thick with need. "You're the only one who understands me. The only one who can pull me back."
A thrill of fear and exhilaration coursed through Rhea as she looked into his eyes, searching for the boy she loved. "But what if this changes you too much?" she asked, her heart racing. "What if—"
"Maybe that's what I want," he interrupted, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Maybe I want to embrace this. To feel everything—every part of it."
Before she could respond, Draco crushed his lips against hers again, deeper this time, as if he were trying to consume her. Rhea felt herself falling under his spell, the heat of his body igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before. Every nerve ending tingled, urging her to give in, to embrace the darkness alongside him.
As they kissed, Rhea felt the weight of the world fall away, leaving only the two of them standing on the precipice of something wild and intoxicating. It felt so right and so utterly wrong at the same time. She knew they were dancing on the edge of a cliff, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to pull away.
Draco's hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him as their bodies swayed with the rhythm of their desire. Rhea could feel the heat radiating from him, the power that thrummed just beneath his skin, and it drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Rhea," he whispered, his voice laced with urgency. "I want you. Right here, right now."
The words sent a jolt of electricity through her. "Here?" she echoed, her heart racing at the thought of being so exposed in the dark forest. But part of her craved the thrill of it—the danger, the passion.
"Please," he breathed, his gaze locking onto hers, filled with a desperate need that sent shivers down her spine. "I need you."
Rhea's resolve melted away in the face of his desire, and she found herself nodding, her body betraying her mind. The forest, the altar, the darkness—it all faded into the background as she took a step closer, bridging the gap between them.
Draco captured her lips once more, and this time, it was as if a dam had broken. Their kisses became frantic, filled with unrestrained passion as they pressed against each other, igniting a fire that consumed them both. Rhea felt his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin with a hunger that left her breathless.
She reveled in the sensation, every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The darkness surrounding them felt like a cocoon, wrapping them in secrecy and heat. She lost herself in the moment, surrendering completely to the chaos of desire that surged between them.
"Rhea..." Draco whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl that made her heart race. "I want you to understand—this is more than just tonight. You're my anchor in this darkness."
Rhea's breath hitched at his words, a mix of excitement and trepidation filling her chest. "I know," she replied softly, her heart pounding in response to the weight of his confession.
With a swift motion, Draco lifted her, his strength surprising her as he pressed her back against the cool surface of the altar. The rough stone felt cold against her skin, but the heat radiating from him was more than enough to drown out the chill.
"Let me show you," he said, his voice thick with need. He leaned down, capturing her lips with a fervor that ignited a fire within her. Rhea moaned softly against him, her body arching into his, craving more of his touch, more of him.
Draco's hands roamed over her body, exploring, caressing, igniting sparks of pleasure that made her head spin. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as if they could merge into one.
As they surrendered to their desires, Rhea could feel the darkness swirling around them, a seductive presence that made everything more intense, more dangerous. But in that moment, none of it mattered—only the heat between them, the connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Rhea," he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and heavy. "You're everything to me."
In the depths of that forest, under the watchful gaze of the full moon, Rhea knew they were crossing a line—a line that would forever change the course of their lives. But as Draco's lips moved against her skin, and the world around them faded into oblivion, all she could think about was him and the intoxicating power of their shared darkness.
