Darling I Would Do It Again
I don’t have a good reason to be mad, but I am. I can’t help it. The fury that overtakes my body bubbles up and I don’t have any control over it. I am beyond angry actually, irrationally so but still furious. I have absolutely no claim to Iris at all, but watching her fawn over Joshua makes my blood boil. I can’t even stand to look at them so instead I try to focus on pounding the fence posts into the ground. My hammer hits the wood and nearly splits it from the amount of force that I use. I hear her giggle waft through the air and my teeth clench. Why is she giving him the time of day that I deserve? We talked it out, we are back to where we were, or even closer.
I think back to that night, a week ago. We had been so close to kissing. I remember the way the moonlight had illuminated every angle of her face to me. She was perfection in every sense. She still is.
And it’s currently being wasted on an idiot who doesn’t deserve one minute of her time. Anger flares in my chest again and I take it out on the posts once more.
“You know if you hit the posts hard enough it’ll make him magically disappear,” snorts Theo sarcastically. I throw him a withering glare and continue on with my work. They’ve moved and are now sitting on the front porch together. He puts his arm around her shoulders and I swing furiously, missing the post altogether. The hammer slams into the ground and I jerk forwards, thrown off by the movement. Theo chuckles at me, and if I had my wand, I would have cursed him to kingdom come. I briefly consider decking him in the face but I eventually think better of it. Theo may be a git but I would just be projecting my anger for Joshua onto Theo.
I glance back over at them as I straighten up, feeling my chest burn with jealousy. Theo turns to look too, and I see his eyebrows furrow slightly at how close they are sitting. He turns back to me and grimaces, shrugging sadly. Theo gets back to work and I continue toi glare even though neither of them are paying me any attention.
“Mate, you can glare all you want but in the end, he’s the one on the steps with her and we’re just the help. Man, never thought about what it would be like on this side of things.”
“It fucking sucks,” I commiserate glumly. I also have never thought about what it would feel like to be so readily dismissed like this before, because of my status. I hate that this visit is actually working on us, showing us things we had never considered before. Theo makes a good point, I don’t even really know if Iris sees me as anything more than the barn help, forced to be here to pay off our crimes. Iris has been friendly to me, and perhaps more. But does she actually see me that way? I have no idea.
Regardless, that stupid, idiotic, tosser Joshua will get to her first. Fuck, why didn’t I kiss her when I had the chance??? We had been inches away, staring at each other with such intensity it felt like standing next to open flame. I had wanted to kiss her so fucking bad. But my anxiety had stopped me and the moment had been ruined. And now she was sitting on the steps, under some other bloke’s arm. I growled angrily before slamming my hammer down onto the last fence post, frustration and jealousy roaring inside my chest.
After Joshua leaves, I spend the rest of the day ignoring Iris. I’m sure she notices because she tried to come up to speak to me directly and I simply turned and walked away from her. I don’t care if she knows, I can’t rise above the pettiness driving my actions right now, and I don’t care to. I want her to know that I am upset. So I avoid her. I walk away when she’s talking, or pointedly ignore her. She, to her credit, says nothing. So the day passes full of passive aggressive stares and ignored comments. I am not looking at her so I don’t know if she is looking at me. I hope she’s looking at me.
“Draco, why don’t you-”
I turn to try to leave but she yells after me. It’s late at night in the barn, Theo is god-knows-where, and she and I are alone. And I am going to thoroughly ignore her. That is until she grabs my arm and pulls me round to face her.
“Why are you running away from me?” Her eyebrows contract, and her blue eyes blaze with determination.
“Will you let go of me??” I yell, struggling to free myself. Once I yank free, I glare at her. “I’m going to bed,” I say curtly.
“No you are not, not until you tell me why you are so mad at me! What could I have possibly done to warrant such treatment from you?” She is shouting now, and I feel very grateful that we are alone.
“You really don’t know?” I scoff. “Of course not, I'm just the help, why would you care about my feelings?”
Iris’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “How dare you assume that? Is that really how you think I see you??”
“Yeah!” I bellow back, my anger rising to a boiling point. “I think that you don’t care what I think or feel, and you just want to-”
“Of course I care about how you feel!” she yells, cutting me off. “You are my friend Draco, I have opened up to you about… everything!”
I consider her, eyeing the girl before me. I have rarely seen her this angry before. She is usually the sweetest, kindest thing in the world. Until someone threatens what she cares about. If I can’t believe her words, I can believe her actions. Our eyes meet, both of us are breathing heavily, and I watch her chest heave with her emotions. There’s heavy tension in the air, though I’m not sure what kind anymore. She stares me down, her eyes mapping my face as though she is committing it to memory. I see her tongue dart out from between her teeth and run subtly over her bottom lip. The lip I want to capture between my own and worship. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to go like this.
She takes a step closer to me and I feel my whole body light up with tension and excitement. She steps slightly closer, and I mirror her actions. She inches further forwards, and I meet her in the middle. Our bodies are directly in front of each other, and our eyes are holding firm. She blinks up at me, and slowly, tantalisingly, she bites down on her lower lip. I nearly groan out loud, but keep myself in check. But she can see how quickly my breathing has sped up, and how my eyes haven’t left her lips. She is perfection, crafted divinely, and I want her. God I want her. I can’t pretend any longer, I want her so much. Everything about her screams something I want to claim as my own. Her innocence? I wanna shatter it. Her lips? I wanna devour them. Her moans? I wanna be the cause.
I can’t hold myself back, I lunge forward and press myself into her. She welcomes me in, wrapping her arms around my neck and finally, our lips meet. She draws me in, like an invitation, and I sink deeper into her. Our lips slide over each other and I run my hands into her hair, feeling her moan into my mouth. My fingers tangle in her hair and I grip it slightly, tugging her head back to expose her neck. I break the kiss and begin attacking her neck. Hard. She whimpers out loud, her knees buckling slightly. I suck at her neck, running my tongue over the sensitive spots. She mewls in response, gripping onto my shoulders to keep herself standing. I lick over her collarbone and she clenches her thighs together. I cannot stop the smile that spreads over my face as she throws her head back further.
“Eager now, aren’t we?” I ask. She nods, panting slightly. Iris reaches up and takes one of my hands out of her hair. She plants it firmly on her waist and then pulls me back in by the collar. My yelp of surprise is buried in her lips as we kiss again. As our mouths connect, she begins to move my hand with hers. She is growing bolder, her fingers moving mine lower and lower from her waist to in between her thighs. As I graze her dress hem, she whimpers and bucks her hips slightly forward. I break the kiss slightly to look at her, but her eyes are wide and needy, her chest heaving.
“Please..” she whispers, and then she bites down on her lip, just slightly, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I move my hand under her dress and find her cotton panties. She cries out in pleasure as I run my hands along the seams before finding her already wet.
“Good girl,” I murmur, beginning to pull them aside with one hand. She cries out as my fingers circle over her clit and I have to take a minute to process that this is really happening. I look at her, questioning if this is okay, and she nods. I ghost another finger over her most sensitive spot and her knees buckle. I quickly straighten and grab her by the waist. I draw my fingers back and use both hands to lift her into the air. She squeals in protest as I easily carry her to the stairs and set her down on the third one from the top. She giggles as I stand back to admire her. Her fair skin is flushed and her brown hair is tangled and messy. I grin at her, she looks beautiful. “Spread your legs for me,” I say, walking towards her. I kneel on the stair below her, letting my top half hang over her. I kiss her softly and slowly, while pushing her panties down her legs. Once she manages to kick free, I ghost over her entrance again with my fingers. She moans loudly, arching her back off the stairs. And then I press my thumb to her clit while slowly, pushing into her warm, wet entrance. I capture her lips, suppressing the moan of pure pleasure that comes from her mouth. She works herself on my finger, grinding desperately. Iris is so tight, I think I might come just from the feeling of her riding my fingers. I hurriedly add a second to help stretch her a bit. She cries, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I press down gently once more on her clit, moving my fingers at a consistent pace, matching her desperate thrusts. Iris cries out, and I swallow the sound by kissing her hard.
“You’re taking it so well baby, such a good girl for me.” She bucks her hips harder at the praise and I smile, leaning down to kiss her neck while my fingers work her pussy furiously. She is trembling now and I can tell she’s close as her back arches higher and higher off the stairs. “Come on baby,” I coo, giving her some encouragement between kisses. “Give it to me, I know you can do it. You’re doing so well, come for me baby.”
She shatters, crying out and shaking from head to toe. Her eyes roll back in her head and she grabs at me desperately, trying to pull me closer, sink me into her deeper. I oblige and she whimpers through her orgasm, making the most delicious sounds that I want to bottle. I wanna fuck her right here once she’s recovered, but I realise that we run into the danger of being caught. I pull my hand away from her and suck my fingers clean. Her eyes widen but I could and would do this all and every day if she let me.
I offer her my hand and she takes it. I lead her upstairs on shaky legs and open the door. I poke my head through to make sure Theo is not inside before bringing her in. She is still a bit wobbly so I lead her to the bed and sit her down.
“What are we going to do now?” she asks nervously. Her eyes are full of desire but I want to make sure she’s 100% okay with what I plan to do.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” I say and she inhales. “But Iris, only if you want to. Only if this is something you really want. Do you understand?” I ask, making myself as clear as I can be. She nods and bites her lip once more.
“Yes, please Draco. I want this.”
After hearing her enthusiastic consent, I waste no time in disposing of my clothes and crawling on top of her. She moans as the tip of my cock brushes her inner thigh. God I want her so bad. She fulfils my every desire. I reach down to align myself with her and our most sensitive skin connects. She nearly yelps and arches off the bed.
“Oh gods, Draco.. Please, I’ve never… It’s, oh gods I need-”
“Tell me chérie, what do you need?” She moans and wiggles her hips so that the tip of my dick is pressed directly against her entrance. She moans desperately and I smile before sliding into her. She gasps and I hiss, the feeling so fucking good, I might pass out. She bites down onto her lower lip, hard and I suppress a shaky moan.
“Oh my god, ” she cries, her body enveloping me so perfectly.
“Not quite but I appreciate the compliment.” She laughs and I wait for her eyes to meet mine before I slide forward, stroking inside her with fervour and devotion. I am about ninety percent sure this is her first time and I need to make it as perfect as possible for her. I begin to move, thrusting soft and slow. She hangs her head back, letting breathy gasps of pleasure escape her. Watching her like this, she looks so perfect. I feel a level of honour that it’s me, causing her this pleasure. That I am the one who gets to see her come undone.
As I fuck her, with more vigor and less self-control, I begin to realise the extent of my feelings for this girl. Iris has me whipped, there is no doubting that. She is the goddess I’m worshipping gladly, a prayer that falls from my lips time and time again. She chants my name, moving her hips so as to allow me to hit a deeper spot inside her. I can feel myself getting close, everything is so perfect. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on much longer.
I whisper words of praise and adoration into her ear.
“You’re so fucking tight for me baby, such a pretty pussy for me.”
She arches, nearing orgasm again.
“You are taking me so fucking well, and you’re gonna take all my cum so well, mon chérie.”
She screams my name, spasming around me at the same time I shudder and grunt into her shoulder, spilling into her.
We lay there for several minutes afterwards, panting and sweaty. I hold her close to me, making sure she’s alright, before kissing her softly on the forehead.
“Was that good for you? Do you regret it?” I ask her. Our gazes lock and she shakes her head slowly.
“Mm, it seems I’m losing my touch.”
“No,” she laughs, pushing my shoulder playfully. “It was amazing, life-changing, and I don’t regret it one bit.” She smiles at me before biting her lip nervously again. “What does this mean?”
I pale. I’m not sure. I don’t think I was thinking that far ahead. Just as I open my mouth to answer, I hear a voice calling from outside the barn.
“Iris?? Iris, where are you?”
Her eyes widen and she leaps up.
“My underwear!!” she scrambles off the bed and makes a beeline for the stairs while I laugh heartily. She flashes me one last quick smile that I will replay for the whole night.
A few minutes after Iris leaves, I lay in bed, relaxing and replaying the night. Our relationship has been so up and down, going from rocky, to friendly, to much more than friends. As I reflect on where we started and where we are now, I hear the gentle tap on the window of an owl. I hurry to my feet and let the bird in, watching her fly and land on the bed, ruffling her feathers. She holds a letter in her beak, and I take it, curious.
Dearest Draco,
We hope this letter reaches you in good health. Per our previous letter, we have spoken to Lord Greengrass. A contract has been drawn up for a proposition of marriage between you and his youngest daughter, Astoria Greengrass. Your wedding is set for September 1st. Then perhaps we shall be able to put all this nonsense behind us and move on. We appreciate your cooperation with this. We shall need you to send your signature on the second piece of paper by return owl.
Your loving parents,
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
I simply stare at the letter. I am both upset that they agreed to this without me there, and understanding as to why it was necessary. I sigh, unfolding the second piece of paper. As I grab a pen and sit back down, I find a pit of guilt forming in my stomach.
What about Iris? A small voice in my head says. The pen hovers over the parchment as my brain reels. I had just made love to her, her very first. Am I really about to sign up to be engaged, no to be married, to another woman? But Iris lives here. And I must return to my old life. I am an aristocrat and she is a simple farm girl. Whatever fun we have during this summer, it will stay just that- fun. I sigh, knowing I have no choice.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
I sign at the bottom of the page, then send the owl off, tucking my parents letter beneath my pillow.