That Split Second | D.M

Looking around we were the only ones here, the evening air was still warm and light, but admittedly I couldn't even take a guess at where in the country we had wound up at. Y/n just took a deep inhale and took a seat on the nearest surface, surrounded by little rock pools and lit up a joint. "It's just a stop-over, just for a little while before we wind up in a mosh pit amongst a lot of other people all pinging or tripping."

That did nothing to ease my nerves on the matter, quite frankly I don't want to be around muggles or engrossed in their culture. It's gross, uncouth and fucking boring. If that makes me a stuck up, pro-magic supremacist then whatever, I really don't care. There are many things about me that aren't true, but also some that are, and I don't care for muggles... except for her, and I know technicality states that she isn't but she's not entirely pure blooded either.

Yet, I would consider leaving this life of magic, but only for her; because of what she says next.

"I'd love to just fuck all of this off and live in a van by the sea, but not just stuck in one spot. I often wonder what it would be like to be blissfully unaware of people like us. Of all of it, everything. No dark lord lurking about, no Azkaban or dementors, no such things as werewolves and curses that can kill, by neither wand nor blood. To just never know about curses, that would be perfect."

She exhaled the smoke in a long breath, her hair flowed with the breeze before she looked to me with a sense of nostalgia but also a lost look in her eye; the one that's always been there. And prying the joint from her fingers to mine, I lied to her face yet again. Not entirely because I meant half of what I said, but was doubtful of the rest.

"I'd shack up with you in a crappy van I think," I replied, smoke exiting my nose with each word. "I've always kind of pondered the idea of shabby living, just like waking up and hearing seagulls overhead, surviving on just ice cream and fish and chips because it's all that's nearby. I like the sound of that, and you wouldn't have to worry about dementors, werewolves or curses, because I'd look after you, always."

The sort of smile that only comes from someone who knows better spread her face, blades of sea grass bunched beneath her knees and she leant back into the wind to enjoy the fresh smell. I didn't know it then, but I'd just vowed to protect her from the one thing that was already killing her, and had been since she day she came into this world.

Instead, she looked toward the ocean.

"I don't need looking after, but I'm sure you'll try your best to regardless."

Yes, I would. If I can just get through the next few years, keep my head down, give the dark lord what he wants and pacify the situation until I'm able to escape it.

My eyes followed her gaze out, and I found myself entranced by the way pink ribbons blanketed the waves as sunset breached the horizon. Perhaps the weed was making me all sentimental but I don't ever recall coming to the seaside in my childhood. I think what might be nicer than being oblivious to the workings of life would be just her and I with this whole planet to ourselves. 

"I didn't know that this country could even look like this," I muttered mindlessly, studying the serenity of such a place. "Not even the coast of Southern France or Italy could rival this."

"Well that's because you've never stopped to take the time to notice. Love the place that made you Draco, because there are people all over the world who's dream it is to live here. It didn't look like this a thousand years ago, and it won't ever look like this again, so enjoy it now."

"That was actually corny as fuck." I handed back the last of the spliff, noticing the redness of y/n's eyes. "I know, but I'm stoned so I'm allowed to talk shit."

Yes, yes you are my darling. Because you make it sound wonderful. Y/n stood up after outing the smoke, ready for us to get away from our detour when she came over dizzy all of a sudden, wobbling to keep her stance and grasping my shoulder as I stood too.

"Are you alright? You've gone a bit pale?"

"Yeah," she whispered, breathing it out before smiling back and playing it down. "Yeah I'm fine just stood up too fast that's all. Probably should of stopped halfway through instead of smoking most of that. I ain't a lightweight quitter though."

I'll admit I wasn't convinced at first, the lapping waves that had began their ascent toward the outer tides synced up with the colour that continued to drain from her cheeks as if it were entwined with her.

"Do you think we should still go?" I asked. If I had a chance to get out of this then I was taking it. "Yes!" Y/n scoffed. "I won't be the hottest there tonight but I am going to be the most fucked up. Win in ways you know how my friend."

"Is that your new mantra? Though I'll have to beg to differ on the other thing." Yes she smiled and nodded, a sense of balance returning along with the mischievous glint in her eye. "Does it not make sense to win in ways you know how?"

"I'm not sure it's supposed to apply to alcohol and drugs. Better enjoyed in small doses is generally the go to take, although I get the sense you have never practiced that advice in your life." Leaning into me, she poised her wand ready to throw us into obscurity again. I wasn't prepared for such suddenness and it had my stomach misbehaving. She just wanted to change the subject. "Nope! Hold on tight babe!"

I was thrown into the space time continuum with no warning, hands locked together so tightly it blanched my already pale knuckles white. Her apparitions leave much to be desired, her driving more than anything, and with Miss Selwyn being the purveyor of questionable plants which she consumes most of... a little turbulence was to be expected.

Although when we landed this time it was in a field, of which we don't have the greatest history with; no cars this time though much to my relief. Only a faded sound of music and what appeared to be some sort of hangar in the distance where a small crowd had began to congregate. It was plain to see we were far enough away from sleepy villages and market towns, old farming land likely.

I was so far out of my comfort zone that my body was here but my mind had fucking emigrated to Antarctica. But, when she did it, held that trouble hand out to me, I followed blindly anyway knowing full well that I was probably going to regret it; like every other thing in my life at the minute. "I promise you'll be fine Malfoy," she sighed, tugging me closer and closer to the commotion. "It'll be a, er- experience" 

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm trying to avoid, my last 'experience' entailed shape shifting snake people and a dodgy cigarette. And if I freak out again, I'm not with people I know or trust. But eh, it's all in the name if trying to not be so uptight as y/n would put it eloquently.

With the makeshift warehouse looming on the horizon, y/n's hand limply slipped from mine again, and when my attention averted beside me I found her struggling for balance worse than before, seemingly freaked out by the strange episode. 

"I honestly think you're still not well." I'd of turned to stone if she'd of glared at me any harder, my fussiness had started to fray her patience. But I was worried, and for a good reason. It's reasonable to agree that when the only person in the world you still truly care about seems 'off' then you make sure that person is okay. "If at any point I need you to tell me what is and isn't wrong with me Draco, I will inform you."

"Alright, no need to get snappy with me?"

"Yeah, sorry." Y/n shook the thoughts out of her head, straightening up to continue the short walk to the fucking barn looking thing now as we got closer. "Probably due on or something."

Naturally I grimaced, my understanding of such things were practically non-existent. It left me only able to thank the good grace of the universe for sparing me of such bodily functions. Luckily by the time we arrived at our destination she had perked up considerably and now looked excited and eager to dive into the atmosphere. I however, was less impressed.

"This is it? It's a bit shit even for my standards, nothing's floating? Where are the elves? Like I know it's a muggle thing but this can't be it surely?"

"Yes dear, let's just summon a flurry of elves and goblins through here to liven it up a bit. I'm sure the muggles wouldn't take any notice, whilst we're at it maybe we should hand out brooms and cauldrons and have everyone participate in a potion brewing competition!"

Jaded by the sarcasm, I shook it off. But found myself distracted by noticing a rather large podium of sorts, built from old barn wood and such. People were loading large boxes and other things on top. "What's that for?"

"It's where the music will come from, someone will be up there choosing and mixing songs, like a DJ but just a rookie who hobbies it in their bedroom usually." 

"That's so fucking sad," I repulsed, wondering who the hell would conceive the idea that was fun at all. "No in fact it's trampy." 

A palm collided with the back of my head, disorientating me for the briefest second, it stung I won't lie. Between y/n and her owl, I was on my way to some real brain trauma. "Ow! What the fuck have I done now?!"

"You are starting to get on my nerves Draco Malfoy, stop being a snob. This may not be a part of your world and life, but it is for me. So if you want to go back to calling me an easy little druggy again, with me ignoring you then we can, just have the bollocks to be clear about it. I will not shun my muggle heritage to impress you."

"That's not what I was saying at all. Or at least it's not what I was implying."

"Well that's exactly what it sounded like, so don't give me the whole 'but you're different, you're not like them' line either. You are free to fuck off home at any given second. I'm going to find something to drink, here.."

The woven satchel on her shoulder was handed over roughly, with y/n pivoting on her heel to weave through people and eventually dispersed from my eyeline. It left me in deep inner turmoil, allowing me to realise how insecure I am and how much I'd been relying on her to make me not feel that way. I was at her disposal, and it made having her not find out that I'm a death eater more important than ever; even as the ache in my arm had began to intensify through out the day. And I found myself fighting the urge to follow after her.

Luckily a spot to slouch down was easily found, even if it was on a bay of old hay, of which most of had just been thrown to the side to make space in the middle of the hangar for everyone to gather. It didn't smell very barn like, which was a plus, otherwise not as many people that kept turning up would of quite frankly. Deep, reflective breaths helped to shift the lump of discomfort in my throat with the help of cigarette smoke.

Nobody saw me use my wand to light it, but as aforementioned, more people were arriving now still. I would definitely need to start behaving more inconspicuously, but suddenly some guy came rushing past before noticing me and and light footing back.

He wore a tie dye shirt and bucket hat, truthfully he looked horrendous but offending someone here is the last thing I should do. "Ayo, have you got another smoke for me bro? I think mine got jacked!"

"Bro?" I echoed, expressing the ick he just gave me. "No, I haven't just take this it's burning my throat anyway."

"Ah thanks!" It was clear to see he wasn't sober from the jolly inflection in his voice and the way he could not keep still. "Who you here with? First time rave? You look like you're dressed up to go to work mate, ha! I can't wait for the music to start it's gonna get so mad! Woah those are some nice rings you got on you rich or something bro?!"

I felt my eye doing that little twitch it always does when I work my absolute hardest to hold back the impulsion to shout 'fuck off' in someone's face. It's as if I have a devil on my shoulder tugging strings connected to my face like a marionette. 

Please just fucking go away. Please.

"Y/n, the girl over there," I pointed, secretly hoping that he had no idea who she was. I was wrong. "Ohhh y/n! Yeah I know her, dank weed, and great tits."

Quickly I rose up to my full height. "Did you really just fucking say that to me?"

Realising straight away that it was a Freudian slip, I refrained from smacking him right in his stupid face with his stupid sunglasses that he doesn't even need. "Oh I said the last bit out loud."

"Yeah, you did." In all fairness to the guy, he looked just as shocked about it as me. It was a Longbottom level of stupidity. Feeling sheepish and coy, he signalled that he should probably be off doing something. "I'm just gonna go over and yeah, catch you later dude."

I really am surrounded by halfwits and no brains, clearer than ever that drug use has the potential to make you really, really, lacking in the intelligence department. Although I doubt that guy had any to begin with.   

Y/n had been gone for a while now and I was getting more restless and fidgety. The place had filled up tenfold in anticipation of the music starting when an announcement was made that had everyone whooping and cheering, and then it began. Loud thumping rhythms, flashing lights galore, people dancing and bizarrely chewing on lollipops for some reason; I was like the only horse in a crowd of cattle and I don't mean because we were in an unused barn either.

 Only another cigarette would suffice, so I hunted around in her satchel that I had been saddled with and found the tobacco tin to make another. That was when I realised I needed to piss and dropped the satchel to sneak off behind the bale of hay, I would only get halfway through doing what I needed to do before my soul left my body. Y/n's head popped around.

"Pissing without me bitch boy?!" After jumping out of my skin I was flabbergasted, but also slightly relieved that I'd been forgiven for insinuating that muggles are tramps. "That's whack! Can I hold it?"

"Hold my dick? Whilst I pee?"

Yes, she nodded enthusiastically. Unfortunately for her I'd run out of piss, and managed to stuff myself back into decency before she could trap it between her hands. Instead her index finger tried to violate me, shoving it in the vicinity of my behind making me dart away and back into the open area. Yet another weird thing I've noted girls like to do. 

"Why won't you let me hold your dick when you pee, or put my finger up your bum?" This girl looks genuinely saddened that I won't allow her to sodomise me for comfort; pouting her lip with big, rounded eyes as proof she felt hurt. "For the very same reason I wouldn't shove my head into the mouth of an Acromantula? Because it would traumatise me! Is that what you want?"

Y/n dwelled on it for a second, curling her lip in contemplation for effect. So I grabbed her lightly by the throat, getting nose to nose, and felt her melt beneath my hold as I lowered my voice. "I asked you a question darling, are you trying to traumatise me?"

"Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it," she responded just as lowly, with pupils dilating at a wicked speed. I lingered over her mouth, admiring the wet inner linings of her lips.

"Well, whilst you make bold assumptions, I'll just enjoy remembering how you purred like a little kitty cat this morning just from riding my thigh."

A sharp inhale of breath flexed her throat beneath my fingertips, I'd disarmed her so easily, something I didn't imagine was possible. "Oh my Merlin," I whispered. "I've just figured out your kink."

"What?!" Instantly a blush spread across her cheeks, burning her face into a shade of crimson. "You like being dominated, yes you do. Holy fuck. You're a fucking sub."

Pure embarrassment washed over y/n as she stepped away from my hand, blushing even harder now, it was absolutely beautiful to witness. She wanted to throttle me but couldn't even deny it, because I was right. Beneath the bass of the music, words slipped out, admission but only with trust. "Oh darling, I'm sure I could cater to your needs. Providing you be a good girl for me."

I'm going to have a fantastic time teasing her, but to say I wasn't turned on would be the biggest lie I've ever told. It awakened something soul deep, and not just between the legs. But all I received in response was her swiping my hand away from her jaw and treading to the satchel looking coy and exposed. Maybe it was instinct, but I'm sure we'll never know, that had me reaching out to bundle some of her hair roughly into my palm to turn her to face me again.

The strength of my pull had her cower and mouth drop open, nails dug into my waist through my shirt and a low and heavy breath breezed across my lips from her lungs as I craned forward to linger so close she had no option but to look me in the eyes. It was easy to guide her back behind the hay bale and press her up against it. "Will you purr for me again little kitty cat?"

Y/n refused to answer, would not relinquish her ego, but her ribcage rolled with her hips; toward me and then back against the bale. It was a fifty, fifty chance that someone would stray off and discover us as they tried to navigate their way back to what had now become some sort of dancefloor. 

"If you won't answer me there's only one other way to find out then isn't there?" I felt my throat tighten as my voice dropped an octave, it had my fingertips ignite into tingles as they traced their way down her torso and back up under her skimpy little t-shirt dress. I could have just curled them over the band of her tights but patience was not of virtue this time, instead having me tear at the crotch to expose her underwear instead.

Still y/n remained valiant, silent. "If you want me to stop just say so, but I don't think that's what you want at all is it darling?"

The second she felt the warmth of my palm cup against her cunt through the lace, a light sigh was caught in the confines of her chest, not so well hidden at all. And never more so than when I curled an index around the hems and left the lightest touch on her clit that she could not deny was sweetened and wet regardless of her reluctance. 

"I'm going to finger fuck you, right here, right now, surrounded by fifty plus people and if you don't cum all over my hand then I'll announce to everyone exactly what a little whore my lovely girl is for me."

I was playing with danger big time. We all know that y/n has a history of not taking non-consent lightly. Which of course she shouldn't, but I couldn't help but wonder if her dirty little pleasure was having those boundaries pushed; but only by someone she trusts. Despite the precarious situation, still no words arrived.

So I set my mouth beside her ear and whispered as I curled a digit into her tight little cunt. "Oh no, your body is betraying you completely, I think this is the wettest you've ever been for me."

Y/n's eyes closed, no doubt in denial about how good my knuckle felt riding up and down her slit as I circled my finger back out. Like it was the hand of some other earthly creature, forcing her down a wave of atrocity; dragging her closer and closer to the edge of a cliff face so steep she'd fall to the bottom and burn in the flames of hell. 

"I'm only for you my love, so you can cum if you want. I won't think any less of you."

Entering her again had the tiniest whimper finally escape, she was trapped in my energy now, subtly rolling her hips to chase for my hand without even realising. Then a second index was added and my grip on her hair tightened again, pulling her rigid and on balance. That was when her hands raised to cling to my shoulders.

Purr little kitty, go on. "When your cunt flutters and tightens like that drives me crazy, pretty girl."

The words were coming to me naturally, which surprised me too, and I had to stop my confidence from running away with the wind because it would surely ruin it. And we were close to her finishing now, I felt it, sublime it were. Strong headed, overly opinionated, feisty little y/n, a mess for me; a world away from how she was when I met her. About to fall apart so beautifully.

"Don't hold it y/n, no need to impress me. Cum for me again. Just like this morning, you know it's absolutely filthy to do with so many people around. But go ahead, don't resist, let it all go."

Her chest threw in and out rapidly, eyes springing open. And I'll never, ever, be able to forget the face she made as she came undone. Like she was in pain, staring down at the flexing of my arm and unable to believe that it was making her pussy feel such things. The arousal spilled out from her fuck hole, smothering my knuckles in a sticky layer. A quick yet intense orgasm, it flushed her face like a freshly picked rosebud.

The laced briefs would remain a warm and moistened cesspit until she was able to remove them, gliding across her thighs with every movement; and only when I was satisfied she was done did I remove my touch and grip. Y/n lunged at me with hunger, catching my mouth against hers to kiss through the chemical rush. Then, she fell back against the bale with slightly weakened knees, meeting my smirk. 

"You ever speak another word of this to anyone else drACo MAlfOy, I'll chop your fingers off and you'll never touch another thing ever again." A quick peck forced her back into submission. 

"Your secret's safe with me, I couldn't risk anyone else finding out how fucking sublime you feel and taste or they'd all want you. But I'm keeping you to myself."

And I brushed my fingers at the corner of her mouth, tempted to thrust them in. Maybe she'd bite me or maybe she'd smile and roll her tongue over them, but I fought the thought; instead pushing some of her hair away from her face. "So what now, wild one?"

"Hm, well.. This." 

Pulling from her bra a small dot or a pill so it seemed, that was unlike any other pill I'd ever seen before. It had a distinct shape, a picture of a dove printed on one side. Y/n did not hesitate, and showed out her sweet tongue to press it on. Not a second later both hands were in my hair, tugging me down and the bitter taste that lingered in her mouth crossed into mine. 

We kissed away the pill as it dissolved, eager to discover what it would make us feel and strolled out from our little hiding spot into the sea of people who were all moving. 

"Fuck," I sighed. "I think I'm coming up already."

The high took about twenty minutes to arrive, but when it did it was unparalleled. "Me too," y/n replied, a look of sheer inspiration spreading across her softly painted face. The music became deeper, colours vivid and bright. People danced holding things that lit up and flashed, each person caught in their own little world of rushes. "Drink some of this, it'll mellow the buzz."

I took a bottle from y/n's hands, not even measuring the amount that slid down my throat and she was right, it just added to the fuzzy ecstasy. Soon enough I began to trip, and each time I moved my hand in front of my face it made visible ripples in the air like it was made of water. 

Everybody had become sweaty and occupied, the jumping and bounding against each other creating shockwaves that could not only be felt but seen. It was stuffy, but in the best way.   

"I need to get some air," y/n mumbled, still mindlessly swaying and losing herself in the noise. "Shall we go outside and smoke?"

"Yes," I replied, just as out of it as she was. Whatever we had taken was strong, it burned hot through our veins, a far better feeling than cocaine or even morphine for that matter. My vision was bouncing, jaw clenched tight but my stomach brimmed with sensations of weightlessness and pulses of skipped beats echoed from within my chest; heart thundering. The reason everyone had lollipops was so that they didn't grind their teeth, now it made perfect sense. "Come on then."

Whoever was in charge of the music shouted something and the crowd just cheered back, making it more chaotic but we eventually found our way outside where countless others must of had the same idea. Pungent smoke smells filled my nose, and y/n merely pulled at my chin, blowing smoke into my mouth the second it opened.

"Woooah, that is insane." The sky seemed to be full of galaxies, spread around as much as stars would be, but they were fully formed galaxies. My girl was staring up just as intensely as me, it seems that we were having the same trip. "You're alive Draco," she whispered. "So just fucking enjoy it."

I felt time collapsing as the night sky came alight with more twinkling balls of gas that then also grew in to more galaxies beyond my very eyes. One galaxy, three galaxies, far away but close enough to see. Five galaxies, they just kept exploding into spectral colours and spirals. And with only my forefinger I became able to move the sky, back and forth, back and forth to be able to observe every single galaxy more intensely.

I was super human in that moment, I was connected to the earth and I could feel the trees breathing. Their branches looked like veins, the life blood of mother nature.

I was alive, like really alive. I think that me and her stayed there for at least an hour although I can't be sure, walking around and playing with time, swimming through consciousness and warping the vibrational frequencies of everything we were surrounded by. 

It was magic, unlike any other type of magic I'd ever encountered. Muggle life isn't half as mundane as I've been lead to believe and this was just the start of my awakening. But what goes up must come down, and the trip started to taper off as our systems flushed it out.

"Draco, I need to tell you something." My attention was clawed back from the internal wonderland. She could tell me anything right now and it would sound melodic. "Okay, what do you want to tell me?"

I cupped her cheek, still swaying and experiencing an afterglow. "It's just that I-"

Y/n halted, blinking ferociously as glitter strayed from her eyelids and her lipstick got licked away. Is she going to tell me that she loves me? I hope so, I hate to carry the burden alone. I long to be loved back by her, I just want to hear her say it. 

"I just, I need to, um. I have to tell you that-" The statement fell flat again. "If you say it first, I'll say it back," I told her. "I will."

"What?" Her face screwed up, confused by my offer. She wasn't going to say that she loved me, nothing of the sort quite frankly, and now looked freaked out. Until over her shoulder I caught a glimpse of something that shook me on in the inside, a cloaked figure streaked by. I could of sworn it was Astoria Greengrass that I saw, but it would make zero sense. She'd not be seen dead at a muggle event and the chances of her being at the same one as us were slim to none.

"What's the matter why are you scowling like that?"

Turning, y/n seemed unaffected and even more whacked out by my reaction. I had to pull it back sharpish and cover my suspicions. "I think I'm having a bad trip again, I can't be certain but I feel weird. Is there a counter-potion?"

"No," she nodded. "Not this time, muggles don't do potions?"

The sweat jewelled my forehead, and a sicky feeling settled in my gut. So y/n pressed her palm tightly to mine and threw her satchel over her shoulder. "I'm not having you flaking out again like last time, come on, we're leaving. I'll sell the weed some other time, and I think it's fair to say you cannot handle psychedelics."

"Yeah, definitely," I replied with my attention waning. I could see what I thought was Greengrass again, integrated into a crowd but stare directed at us. What could only be described as a menacing stance and harrowing glare, it had to be a hallucination. "Come on Draco?!"

I was tugged away frantically and lead to a darker corner where we could cast out unexposed, but I could not for the life of me peel my gaze away from what I could see so clearly now. I better be tripping out and imagining this, her even, I would get put through a mincer if my family or friends knew that I was dabbling in such things. 

It could put me in danger, but I convinced myself that I was just going crazy. And we made our getaway with urgency, an unforgettable night in more ways than one. I know now that it was the biggest turning point in either of our lives, because nothing was ever that beautiful again. 

It all changed from then on, and things were changing here in the present day too. 

In ways that could not be ignored, I wouldn't be coming back from the dead, but someone that nobody thought they'd ever see again has. It seemed impossible, utterly inconceivable, because he'd been dead for a while or at least since 1980, when both y/n and I were born.

A/N:who's still here with me for this story? I'm gonna start working to wrap it up soon because I'm getting bored with it tbh, I don't think fluff is my strong arc, I'm deffo better at fucky violence lmao.