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That happened to me often, me storming away in a state of sweet, sweet mental distress at my inability to force this reckless spirit in to submission. Each of my ploys to humiliate, degrade, embarrass or drive her away met with a push back force far greater than the one I had initiated.
There was no insult that could upset her, no look that could make her uneasy. No taunt that would silence her or sly hex that would keep her down long enough for me to find some sort of disgust to latch on to.
And she made full eye contact with me every time she saw me, daring me to try another thwarted attempt at disrespecting her, her body or her integrity.
I really didn't mean it to happen. I was two minutes away from launching Crabbe for doing it but I got pulled in by peer pressure and my own ego. But I couldn't let her know that. That shows weakness. Weakness that she wouldn't think twice about exploiting to her advantage.
I was told as a child by my mother to stay away from things that aren't mine. If I wanted it she would get it for me. There would never be a reason for me to cheat, scheme and steal to obtain what I so greatly desired.
But I wanted her to be weary of me, much like everyone else. God, just give me my power over you back y/n, power that I never even held in the first place. Just accept that there's a hierarchy in this place, and I'm at the top. Fall in to line. Stop being so free and devil-may-care, airy, untroubled and blithe.
Just remind me that life is a bit shit so I don't have to feel like the only one who seems to think so.
And you can guess it right? It was the weekend again already, although I hadn't seen her for two whole days now. Not in the great hall, outside, in the corridors. Nor Hogsmeade or any quidditch match. I wasn't worried or bothered of course, if anything I enjoyed the fucking peace it brought me.
And a girl, Odette Irvin had been flirting with me all week now. We had the same arithmancy class together, her flirty glances from opposite and smirks followed by the rubbing of her thighs beneath the table well in eyesight had me forget that y/n exists, for an hour or so each day anyway. So I'm guessing if I just fuck her, then that should get y/n out of my system. So tonight, I'm going to.
She'd already passed a note over inviting me to a games night, but with a twist. Betting, with real money, something I have plenty of and love to flaunt.
And the best part.. it was happening inside the chamber of secrets. The most off limits part of the castle. Where we dance through strobe lights next to the corpse of a beast, surrounded by murky waters and a fuck tonne of sinister vibes. Not for the faint of heart or scaredy cats.
A lot of our interactions began at parties and other events of such misbehaviour. So there's going to be a lot of that in our story.
I'm sure the blanks will fill themselves in as tales are passed around now that I'm dead.
But what's the point in repeating what people already know?
All the fun is in what people don't know.
So let's skip to the fun part.
Everyone who was an anyone was here tonight. This night wasn't for the freaks and misfits, it was for the anti of the latter. My Slytherin brothers and sisters were here, a lot of the older students too. It was a more mature vibe, one I felt infinitely more comfortable in.
A large space full of gorgeous looking girls, and refined looking men. The bones of the beast serving as the frame from which the enchanted mirrors hung and produced brilliant, colourful light shows. Music, gambling, alcohol, and money.
Someone had Verituserum spiked Potter last year and gotten the psspspspspsppss thing from him to get inside, Parcel tongue, both annoying and bizarre.
Odette had approached me pretty much as soon as I arrived with drinks, and I was feeling good and relaxed. The cabinet was the last thing on my mind right now, although it's Slughorn's Christmas event tomorrow so that's going to be fun trying to navigate a way in with a hangover but tonight I really don't give a fuck.
"Fifty Galleons on the red joker and Fifty on the upside down turn kite.."
"One hundred Galleons?" Odette crooned next to me as my free hand run up and down her waist, coming to rest on her bodacious and rather pleasing backside. "Just like that huh? You could lose the lot?"
"Darling, it would be like dropping a penny whilst searching my pockets for change. So don't you worry about that okay? There's a good girl."
I watched as she sucked in a deep breath and took another sip of her drink, she was hanging from my every word and becoming more and more eager by the minute as she watched me throw down ridiculous amounts of money at a game I secretly had no idea how to play.
We drank from real glasses here, short tumblers for the men and champagne flutes for the women. None of that commoner drinking from bottles. No drugs and music that makes no rhyming sense, just class and civility. The rich flaunting their riches and the bitches flocking like sheep to a shepherd.
Music echoed throughout the cavern, much better than that shitty pop stuff. This had a real bass and beat, something you could really dance to in the dark and get handsy with a stranger to.
Almost as handsy as I was getting here with whatever her name is beside me. "Ah I'm bored of this, keep the money for your trouble," I muttered throwing down an uncounted amount of cash. "I don't fucking need it either way."
"Ooooh Malfoy's showing off again!"
"I don't need to show off Pans, the facts speak for themselves."
She glared at me with a smirk, watching my hand skimp up and down my company as she swayed from my shoulder. "Shall we dance?" She asked softly, leaning in to my neck. "And maybe later we can... go somewhere.."
Pansy looked over, poking her tongue in her cheek whilst gesturing a hand job. I just smirked back. "Yeah, maybe darling.." And then I stuck up my middle finger before allowing the girl to pull me in to the crowd. At the same point I heard Pansy call someone who wasn't me for a change, a shithead, lost a bet at the table obviously.
But, the girl in front of me moved like a stiff board, there was no fluidity in her dancing. I'm not quite sure what she was trying to do actually, all I know is that she thought she was grinding on me but it was kind of just a, shuffle if anything.
I'm going to need a lot more drink if I'm going to be able to smash this later that's for sure.
Someone walked by with glasses in hand that I snatched away. "Go and get more, not my fucking problem!" I snarked before throwing both glasses back, and slinging them aside and closing my eyes to at least try to enjoy the dance.
My fingers clung to my dates hips tightly as I pulled her back in to me, her ass pressed against my cock. "Try moving like this.."
No matter how I guided her, the nylon of our clothes was producing nothing more than half a charge of static. Nothing about this was enticing or arousing. Honestly, I truly just believe I couldn't be any less interested if I tried.
"Look Odette, I'm just going to go off with my mates okay? You're lovely but.. I'm just not in to it," I admitted.
She attempted to spin and convince me otherwise but it went ignored. I'm not putting time and effort in to anything that doesn't serve me. And I went off on my way, in search of a new muse, taking shot after shot as I ambled through the crowd.
And that's exactly when I saw something that caught my eye. The silhouette of a girl, unfamiliar, but wrapped so tightly in silk that she could of been mistaken for an hourglass. Her back exposed to the hot air as her dress tied around up the front and around her neck.
Little mounds of spine undulating as she moved. The backs of her legs straining and flexing as she balanced on the glossy black heels that she stood on.
Hair sleek and shiny, pinned up, the soft skin of her neck brushing gently against the tips of her earrings each time she threw her head back.
Finally, some real talent turned up to the party. So I shimmied through, creeping up behind the figure and the sight only got better the closer I got. Her skin was sweaty, but not the disgusting type. The sticky, fragrant type that is only achieved through fucking or dancing.
Oh, she's just started kissing someone. No way is that Terence Higgs.
It didn't last long as I saw his hands come around and try to slip beneath the girls dress and not a split second later did her arm fly up and his body fall backwards. She just conked him a fucker, brilliant.
Although when she span around, face to face with me; we both froze solid in to a confused stare. "Y/n?"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" We were the only two people in the sea of bodies not moving now. "Same thing you're doing here."
"You weren't invited, I thought maybe that might of become clearer once I paid you the grace to not retaliate to your deranged outburst in the great hall the other day."
"Oh but I was invited, it seems that little outburst put me on the radar."
A strange feeling began to simmer inside of me, jealousy. Pristine clear, unadulterated jealousy. "Well you look different you don't usually look like that?"
As if that had anything to do with anything but it still slipped from my lips regardless.
"Yeah that's the point of dressing for the occasion."
"And him?" I asked, pointing behind her. "You came with him?"
"Yeah, and?"
"Kissed him?"
"Yes, point?"
"So what you gonna do then make your way around the whole house, just fuck through us all like a list hm?"
The slap to my cheek stung with a ringing, hot buzz. No doubt red finger marks crawling over my face already, so I stretched out my jaw just to resist the urge to raise a hand back at a girl.
"Any good, then?" I muttered, stepping forward, almost nose to nose. Even with the thumping of the music I could still hear my own heartbeat. "It was alright."
"Really?"
Her eyes darted between mine. Back and forth, back and forth. Voice a little shaky, which for y/n was pretty much a first. "Not really."
"Thought not. Of course I could of told you that and saved you an entire night of bother and you could of been tucked up nice and warm by now in your little bed with your little friends."
The Slytherins had caught sight of us now, well my lot anyway; and their eyes were glued to us. No doubt the fact that y/n was here both enthralling and nerve inducing. A quick swiping glance sent their eyes back to the table to continue their game of wizards poker. "Have you come here just to piss me off y/n?"
"Funnily enough no, I did consider for a second that the world revolved around you but eventually came to the conclusion that it actually fucking didn't. So if you were ever under any disillusionment that it did, then I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news."
"You know I could ruin your entire life, and you're damn well lucky that I didn't after you tried to humiliate me in front of everyone. You're playing a stupid fucking game little girl."
She stepped forward again, almost mouth to mouth now. "Isn't that what tonight is? A games night? So fucking try me, I'm already on course to ruin my own life anyway. You would just be a side dish to my main course."
Y/n smiled right in my face, staring in to my eyes before pulling the pin from her hair, stepping out of her shoes and jumping right in to the little chastels of water that run down the sides of the chamber. Rising back from beneath the liquid to run her hands through her hair and giggle.
Barely anyone noticed through the music, yet I found myself on my knees trying to coax her back out. "Get out of there! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Oh come on Draco don't be a fucking pussy, just jump?"
"No y/n, get out and stop acting an idiot."
Her dress was turning see through and my first instinct was to panic for her decency and privacy, so I unfurled my suit jacket. "Come on just get out, everyone can see straight through what you're wearing. Put this on."
She waded toward me slowly, a dreamy yet vacant expression on her face. Arriving at the lip of the concrete she hesitated to take my hand. "I think that once upon a time you would of jumped in here without a second thought, what happened? What happened to you Draco?"
I helped her out and wrapped her up. "Nothing, I'm just.. not a child anymore. Childish things get pushed aside y/n. So you need to leave, before you end up hurting yourself or in a complete mess."
"Something happened to you. I'm never wrong about this shit."
My patience run out and I snatched her hand to begin marching her back up the chamber, weaving in and out of the people dancing, vomiting, still playing their games and whatever else but I wouldn't of noticed. And the very second we got outside of the chamber I snatched her cheeks between my thumb and forefinger and drove her up against the nearest wall.
"You really need to learn a lesson on limitations."
"I have no limitations," she replied breathily from the force of hitting bare stone wall. "And that's why I get under your skin." Then she leant in close to my ear, chin almost on my shoulder and whisper completely in my head.
"That's why I scare you.. I relinquish all that power. It's the exact same thing that turns you on though? Isn't it?"
Maybe I'm stupid, or just extremely fucking vulnerable to coercion but my cock twitched in my trousers. For the first time that entire night, even surrounded by girls a plenty.
"Yeah that's definitely it," continued y/n in a lowly voice. "Don't think I didn't feel that."
Without due thought or consideration I drove both of my hands up behind her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist as I started to walk us back to my dorm. Already in the dungeons it wasn't far to go and the sounds of our manic, speedy kisses drowned out the echoing thuds of my fumbling footsteps.
"Where are we going?" Y/n pulled back to ask. "You're not walking through this castle in a soaking wet, see through dress. So mine."
"Why not?"
"Because if anyone dared to look, someone might get hurt. Now shut the fuck up, your voice grates on me."
We returned to our heated kisses, each door we walked through kicked open with a forceful bang. Because I'm going to fuck that attitude right out of her, loudly, slowly and really hard.