I stare wearily at Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley at the Malfoy Mansion. Why couldn't they just not come to terms that the dark lord will destroy them if he finds them here? I'm currently holding hands with Draco Malfoy, my boyfriend of 5 years. I swallow hard as he takes out his wand to torture the young Hermione Granger along with his aunt as Sccabior takes Harry and Ron to the dungeons. He hesitates before handing Bellatrix his wand so she can use crucio as Harry snapped her wand in the process of getting away. Her screams echo against the stone walls, bouncing back to terrorize my eardrums. I was good friends with the golden trio for quite some time until I had to become a DeathEater to protect the ones I loved, bidding the dark lords plans and putting them to action. "Y/n dear, come and crucio her for me while I write on her arms!" Bellatrix says nastily, gripping my arm and dragging me towards Hermione's almost lifeless form. "Auntie Bella- as she wants me to call her- may I just watch from the back?" I ask her hesitantly. "You'll never learn to have guys for these things if you don't try them! They're fun!" Bellatrix reassures me. As Bellatrix looks away I look at Hermione and mouth 'I'm sorry'. She nods in understanding and braces herself. "Yes Auntie," I respond. I take out my unicorn and dragon string wand out of my sleeve and quickly crucio her, feeling horrid inside as I watch her scream in agony, calling out for her mom. Bellatrix laughs as she wrote mudblood on her arms. Harry and Ron burst from downstairs and cast numerous spells and Dobby the house elf tries to squash Bellatrix. God bless his little soul. I side step and stand at the back as the chandelier falls almost on top of Bellatrix. They get into a huge fight and they get away. I feel Draco's presence as we glide back to his room to get away from the dark lords torment to his parents and aunt. I sit on the bed, pulling off my black cloak and black flats, wanting to curl into a ball and relax. He sits on the bed next to me with a stern but soft expression on his face. He places his hand on my knee and squeezes reassuringly. "We won't have to deal with him much longer. No matter how much I hate it, I have faith in Harry Potter," he says, letting me lean my head against his shoulder. "And if he dies?" I ask hesitantly. He tenses. "Well," he begins. "Let's hope he doesn't," he responds. I turn my head towards him. I reach my hand up to touch his cheek lightly. He flinches a little. I've only done this a few times and he has yet to warm up to it. After a few moments he sighs in comfort and leans his cheek into my palm. I turn my whole body towards Draco and cup his other cheek with my hand and lean in, capturing his soft lips on mine. He works away at my chapped lips from dehydration before wrapping his arms around my waist and clutching onto me like a lifeline. I swallow his tongue down my throat and explore his mouth, feeling everything he has to offer for me. I know that things will get out of hand sooner or later and I should stop just in case someone walks in on us but I cannot help the safe feeling that radiates off of his body when he holds me like this. It's a drug that I openly say I'm addicted to. I rest my hands on his elbows as he massage the fabric covered skin there. I want to rip of this silly dress and tights and just let him have me. So that's what I'll do. I pull back and search his eyes before working on the button on his blazer. He raises his eyebrows with a smirk playing at his lips. I roll my eyes and slide the blazer off of his shoulders and onto the bed, pooling at his waist. He smiles devilishly at me and moves my hair to the side and kisses my neck with a passionate force that awakens the sex beast inside of me. He nips and sucks at my neck, sure to leave love bites. I moan and tug at his hair to hold him closer. To him, this is probably the last time that we'll ever make love, to me, it's going to be okay and we'll do it again and again and produce a child. "Are you sure you want to do this while Voldemort's here?" He asks. "Does it look like I want to stop?" I whimper as he pulls back. "Nope," he answers before attacking my lips in a heated, fighting for dominance lip attack. I like his enthusiasm. I don't see that often. I lick the perimeter of his lips in a teasing manner and he nips at my tongue, making me moan out in satisfaction. I let my tongue enter my mouth once more before lunging at him in a passionate war about who will be bottoming this time around. I take my teethe down his neck and down his nipple before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. He moans and grips my hair, tugging me closer, making me smile and suck a little harder. He rolls us over and slowly unbuttons the offensive in this situation dress, making it show my cleavage which comes to the last button and pulls out my bra covered breast. He nips at the found cleavage in my small breast and kisses the irritated spot there. I moan out his name before rolling us over once again and standing up, pulling off my irritating dress over my head, leaving me in my pants and bra. My lingerie really showing off my cleavage.
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His eyes almost pop out of his head as he groans at how I'm wearing his favorite lingerie set unintentionally. I cock my head to the side and slide my hand down my body, reading his expression as I rub myself through my leggings. He licks his lips and eyes me carefully. I'm so owning this rodeo. I think to myself as I squeeze my folds and groan. I'm rugged towards him and I flop on the bed next to him and he gets on top of me, grinding wildly onto my wet leggings. I moan and begin to think. What's his weak spot? His cock, obviously. But I need something he really likes... I want him to think I submit before I flip him over and ride his cock like no tomorrow. Good plan, Y/n. I moan out to him and look him in the eye and say the words that will get the plan into action. "I submit to you baby," I whisper to him. His eyes grow darker and he flips me over. Yanking my leggings down my muscled thighs before smacking me right upside the ass. I moan and whimper at the same time. I wiggle my butt in the air, wanting another spanking for being a bad girl. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to submit for realz... But that's not what I'm going for. I wait for another spanking but it never comes. I turn my head and watch as Draco is behind me, stroking slowly at his long, hard cock. "Hmm," I tut and sit on the bed, kicking off my legs and taking off my underwear. "Wanna play some more?" He asks me. I nod my head. "I wanna ride you!" I whine. His sits on the bed. "Ride me," he says, picking me up and throwing me over his lap. He's letting me be dominant the last minute... Strange. I push him down on the bed and angle him at my entrance. I slide down onto him and moan at how good it feels to have his cock home inside of my tight pussy. He grunts and slams his cock up further into my if possible to the hilt. I swerve my hips and then bounce viciously onto him. He moans out my name in a harmony of grins after that, making me come closer to the edge by a gazillion steps. I swerve and then bounce, swerve and then bounce. He loves when I do that on special occasions. And this to him is a special occasion. To me this is really important and I have to keep my voice down so Bellatrix doesn't come in here and then take a photo of my red form handprints ass. I moan out his name in symphony of my climax and feel him release his juices inside of me with a final grunt. I lick my lips and slide off of him, completely spent. I slide on my underwear and slide into bed with his boxers up manhood and fall asleep for the next few hours until our meeting. "I love you," I say before I black out. He kisses my sweaty hairline and whispers. "I love you you too," and blacks out after me.
