Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter fifty six-rookwood's knife

TW: this chapter contains smut, knifeplay, and blood

Neither of us spoke, our silence united in mourning. The rest of the walk back to Hogwarts seemed to fly by, and I found myself at the doors of the castle in what felt like a matter of seconds

"Do you think you can make it back the rest of the way yourself?" Aberforth questioned
"Yes I'll be alright, thank you" I said with a somber smile, and Aberforth placed a hand on my shoulder in a bittersweet parting

When I passed the doors of the great hall, no light nor laughter emerged from behind, leading me to assume the time being well over bedtime. I pressed my hand against the wall to shift my weight off my injured ankle, shuffling down the hallway at an impressive speed

"I'm beginning to think you're deathly allergic to sleep, Lestrange"

At the sound of the drawling voice I detested so, Aberforth's words came drifting into my mind

"Kreacher injured Buckbeak, no doubt on the Malfoys' orders, guaranteeing that Sirius would be away so Kreacher could be pretend Sirius was in danger"

My mind gave out, the time that existed between the moment I turned to face Malfoy and current time, where I had him pinned against the wooden door of a vacant classroom with Rookwood's knife pressed against his Adam's apple, was lost in the wind

"Feeling bold tonight, are we?" Malfoy said, chuckling darkly as his cologne blended consummately with my erratic breaths
"You...you killed him" I spat, the hand gripping the salient blade tremoring slightly, "Sirius, it was your family who told Kreacher to lie"
"He's dead?" Malfoy said with amusement, "I'd say he got what he deserved then, wouldn't you?"
"Shut up" I said, my nails digging into my palms, "shut the fuck up you bastard"
"Are you gonna hurt me, Lestrange?" Malfoy taunted, his pearly grey eyes glinting with challenge, "I didn't think you had it in you"

He revelled in my distress, his wicked grin widening further as my grip faltered-an acute mistake. He forcefully pushed the knife off his throat, his hand clamping around the fist that held the blade and twisting around so that he could press the knife against my neck in a heart stopping turn of events

"Let me go" I demanded uselessly as he applied a dangerous amount of pressure onto my skin
"No, I don't think I will" he drawled, leaning down close, so close I could memorise the minutiae of his skin, "And I think you better be a good girl and keep still, unless you want me to slit your pretty little throat open"

With that, my movements ceased resolutely as his gaze roamed over me, a cocky smirk spreading onto his face. He slowly glided the knife from the broad of my neck upwards, turning it vertically and using the tip to life my chin upwards to face him.

Then, his lips closed the modest space between us as they crashed onto mine in gluttony and ache. I reciprocated his actions, tracing my tongue along his opening of his mouth as he let out a guttural groan, removing the knife from my jaw and slamming it hotly into the door behind me, inches from my skull. His secure arms slid underneath my thighs, picking up my legs and wrapping them around his torso as his mouth moved down to my neck, consuming the area that had previously been occupied by a knife mere moments ago as I entangled my fingers in his hair, tugging softly and causing more moans to escape from the back of his throat. His hand left my backside and fumbled with the door handle, pushing it open hastily and kicking it closed with his foot as he walked in and set me down onto a desk, never once breaking the kiss. He embedded himself in between my legs, squeezing the sides of my hips gently as my hands traced the bottom of his white dress shirt.