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t w e n t y - t h r e e

I swipe some more of the jammy strawberry off of myself and eat some more. The taste was is sweeter than I remember the strawberries tasting originally. The whisky probably beings out the sweetness of the strawberries.

Malfoy comes closer to me and helps me clean the jam off of my shirt and scarf. His touch makes me loose control. I look up at him and his smiling at me.

"What you smiling at, Malfoy?" I ask.

The next thing I see is his finger wiping across my cheek covered in jam. "You missed some." He whispers to me leaning in close. He then kisses the sticky strawberry off of me. "I think you taste better though."

I grab hold of his hands and drag him away from the stairs over to the balcony. His hands are boney and cold to the touch. The balcony looked over the dark forest and the lake. Or I think it was the lake. It could be a puddle for all I know in this drunken state I am in.

I lean against the rough stone wall and keep hold of his hands. He started to look at me funny, it was like he was taken a back from me holding his hands or something. "Have you been drinking, princess?" He questions.

I press my lips together trying to keep my words to myself. I didn't want to embarrass myself by telling him that I had been drinking alone. "Only a little." I say shrugging my shoulders. I instantly start laughing as I knew that I was lying to myself. The bottle was small but it was enough to get me drunk on an empty stomach.

"Your so beautiful when you lie." He says before pinning me against the wall and kissing me. His lips tasted like strawberries and cigarettes. This mixed in with the smell of his cologne it creates a heavenly combination.

He grabs hold of both of my hands and hold them above my head. He then releases them and pulls the end of my scarf making it fall to the floor. He then kisses my neck. I can feel his right hand move around the back of my body and grab my arse.

I let out a light moan and lower my hands onto his shoulders. Upon doing so he takes his lips off my aching skin and looks at me.

"Did I say that you could put your arms down?" He whispers.

I enjoyed him telling me what to do. The loss of power was freeing to me. "No." I reply back to him with a smirk.

"Then why are they on my shoulders? Arms up." He commands.

I raise my hands and hold them up against the wall. He then reaches underneath my shirt and runs his fingers along my tummy. The tickling feeling makes my skin stand to attention, as I feel every stroke of his fingertips.

"Do you want me?" He whispers while running his hands along my waist.

"Yes." I moan.

"Do you want me to play with you, princess?" He whispers again while reaching up my shirt.

"Yes." I reply realising I wasn't wearing a bra.

He reaches my chest and grins. He then squeezed my left breast and says. "And what exactly do you want me to do with you?" He questions.

"I want you to stop playing games." I smirk back at him. "Take me."

"But you see, this is a game. I will only do what you tell me to do."

"Since when does the bad boy Draco Malfoy do as his told?" I say while lowering my hands and running my fingers through his blonde hair.