Choices ( a Draco Malfoy love story)

Choices (18)

** Hey guys, there's just a little bit of sexual content ahead...just warning you.

He looked stunned at my appearance.

"What are you doing here-

"Draco," I cut him off "What if I want us to be together in this life?"

He looked at me, long and hard as if trying to see if this was what I really wanted.

Quickly, he pulled me into his arms and when our lips met, I knew that this was the right thing to do. He deepened the kiss and parted my lips with his tongue. I ran my fingers through his hair as he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He threw me down onto the bed whish was as warm and comfortable as I remembered. Then he was feverishly kissing my face and my neck and all I could think about was just how badly I wanted him. I lifted up his top and caressed his smooth hard chest. He moaned in pleasure as I continued my exploration of his body.

He stopped kissing me and just stared down at me like he couldn't believe like I was actually there, kissing him and ripping off his shirt and then he was tearing my clothes off. I gasped when he entered me but knowing I was in pain, he kissed my lips to make me forget.

Soon the pain went away and I felt unimaginable pleasure as he began thrusting and all I could think about was just continuing to make love with this beautiful man.

I woke up in Draco's arms feeling satisfied and contended. My body ached deliciously from all the places he had touched me and I sighed in pleasure. He was still sleeping peacefully, one arm still wrapped around me. Over the years he had grown into a handsome man with stunning features. I couldn't help but run my finger from his forehead to his chin, while lingering on his lips.

I had a sudden urge to get up and fix my appearance. I wanted to look good for him when he woke up. But just as I was about to leave the warmth of the bed, the arm around me tightened.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked huskily before kissing my body and entering me again.

By the end of it all, I was exhausted but happy. I leant against his bare chest, with his hand in mine. I let my fingers trail up his arm but suddenly stopped.

It was the dark mark, branded into his arm. A symbol, of his loyalty. I didn't know what to say. I knew before that he was a death eater, but seeing it now, the decisive evidence, made my heart beat harder in my chest.

Sensing my discomfort he asked me, "It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"I don't know," I said honestly.  I traced it, the snake and the skull. It was slightly cooler than the rest of his warm body.

"Why?" I asked.

"Hmm?"

"Why did you become a Death Eater?"

He sighed. "I really had no choice. It was either this, or kill my whole family," he explained "I was forced to do just one task..."

"Do I really want to know what that is?" I asked, looking into his grey eyes.

He hesitated "I'd prefer you didn't, but I want to be honest with you."

"Say it."

"I have to kill Albus Dumbledore."

I couldn't help but gasp.

"But he's our only hope left!" I pulled out of his grasp and jumped out of the bed with the sheet around my naked body.  "You can't kill him!"