Silencio

Chapter 4

Draco coughed and rubbed his throat, casting another murderous look in the direction Granger had run off. This was definitely not how he had planned this thing. Right about now he was supposed to be sated from a most satisfying tryst, not having a sore throat from being poked. He had been supposed to do all the poking, damn it! He lashed out in frustration, sending one of the shelves tumbling down with a loud crash. Perversely, that made him feel a little bit better.

Fucking bitch.

He didn't know why he wanted her so badly, but he did. For the last four weeks, he had been able to think about nothing but burying himself inside her again. The first two weeks, he had felt like crap, trying to convince himself that he could not have release because she was a Mudblood, but, after a while, that reasoning just seemed empty. He didn't want to marry her, for crying out loud, he just wanted to fuck her.

Yes, 'fuck' was his new favorite word. It described very well what he dreamed about doing every night: taking her hard and fast, pounding into her, watching her face flush and her eyes roll back, hammering, until he felt her walls clenching around him and...

Fucking bitch.

He felt cheated. Her hands and lips had soothed some of his need earlier. She had felt warm and wet, and they had been so close to actually completing the act. He felt like a man dying of thirst who had gotten enough water to soothe his craving for a few minutes, just to have the need returned all the stronger because of the taste.

Potter, it was always Potter. There was one person he wouldn't miss if he fell off the face of the earth. In fact, wasn't there a rumor about an Anti-Gravitation spell? He'd have to look into that.

Draco stepped out of the closet, not bothering to clean up the fallen shelves, and began walking towards the dungeons. No reason standing around like a fool. She wasn't going to change her mind. Not tonight, anyway. Eventually, though...

The thing that had changed his resolve to stay away from Granger once and for all had been when Pansy had come on to him in the common room one day. He'd thought, "Why not? She's willing!" and had brought her to his room. There he had proceeded to kick everyone out, before taking his pent up lust out on the girl with a kiss that should have burned them both up.

Pansy had not responded as he had hoped. While she had not pushed him away, she hadn't been a quivering lusty morsel either. She had been rather passive, and he had noticed a brief look of fear in her eyes, quickly hidden with a seductive glance taking its place. It had surprised and annoyed him that she had shown fear in the bedchamber of all places. He had never given her the least of unsolicited touches, and it angered him that she seemed to think he would start now.

She had then proceeded to coo for his patience while undressing him. He had let her, even though patience was a word almost unrecognizable to him at that point.

When they had been on the bed, he had continued to kiss and touch her, but, to his immense dissatisfaction, she was nowhere near his level of need, and his intensity seemed to scare her more and more, until he finally couldn't take it anymore and told her to get out.

She had tried insisting that she wanted this, until he had wrenched her legs apart, forced a finger into her dry heat and, leaning over her clearly wincing and frightened visage, had sneered, 'Not a drop. You haven't even the decency to think of someone you do want to shag. Now GET OUT!'

She had jumped from his bed, gathered her clothes and, sobbing, she had run from the room.

Draco supposed he'd been a bit hard on her. It wasn't really her fault that he didn't want her anymore, either. Yet, the next day she had approached him at breakfast with a wary look, and, upon seeing that he wasn't about to treat her any differently than usual, she had gleefully resumed the old act. Keeping up appearances was important after all, and being associated with a Malfoy was good, even if he did humiliate you in the privacy of his bedroom.