Rivals | D.M

7. Compromising Positions

"With us...we have allegiances that can keep you protected" he says, his voice unsure and hushed.

I close my eyes and breath deeply.

"I do not need your protection" I state. My tone is firm and a bit too aggressive.

My Uncle nods, but behind those familiar eyes I can see anger flicker.

"Your father cannot protect you from this," he says, his tone flat but unwavering and serious.

My blood starts to fizzle and I clench my fists to keep from doing something I regret.

"My father is a lot stronger than you think" I say, looking him straight in the eyes. I give him a stare worthy of frightening muggles. However, he doesn't flinch, instead I watch as he clenches his jaw.

"Your father is weak." he says beneath his breath.

At this point, I push up from my chair knocking my goblet of water over and onto my Aunt's lap. "My father is a hundred time the man you ever will be" I say before I push past his obnoxiously large figure and leave them both behind me.

Once I'm outside, the cold air feels fresh on my hot cheeks, yet my anger seems to rise even more. My blood boils, my head pounds, my ears ring. I think about how my own parents can let me walk into that building alone, to face those strangers that call themselves family. I'm so angry  and so confused about the concern in their eyes, I storm straight past the towering shops and down a small alleyway away from the crowds.

What did they mean by keeping me safe? What was happening? I felt bile rise in my throat as I started to panic. Flashes of my mother and father flicked through my mind. He looked exactly like my father, the same emerald eyes. It made me sick to the stomach to think my father and I shared the same blood as someone so heartless and proud.

My anger was still building, heating me from the inside out. The heat was making my cheeks hot and my skin itch, I pulled off my coat and scarf in a bid to get rid of the irritating energy. Throwing it all on the muddy frost covered pavement, I huffed and groaned.

"Damn Flint, all alone in a dark alleyway. Are you begging to get hexed?" a smooth husky voice appeared at my side.

I didn't bother looking up, I knew who it was. I just kept staring down at my coat lying in a hump in the dirt.

I heard him chuckle and the sound was so enticing I had to look up. His eyes sparkled with mischief, his lips settled in an alluring smirk. My blood seemed to call to him as it boiled beneath my jumper.

I stalked towards him, my eyes locked on his, daring him to back down. He didn't move, instead I caught his eyes flickering with wariness, but after a second they flicked back to his usual deviance.

"Oh, It definitely looks like you're stalking me now Malfoy." I snap my eyes onto his lips, daring him to play.

"You wish I was stalking you Flint. I was just making my way back to Hogwarts when I heard someone crying. Wanted to make sure Goyle hadn't dropped his fizzing wizzbees again" he jokes, his eyes glittering with a challenge.

I tilt my head as I look him up and down, slowly, as if I was dragging out this encounter just to spite him.

I walk closer, not wavering, keeping my eyes plastered on his. I get so close, that he backs into the cobblestone wall behind him.

"Why do we keep getting into compromising positions Malfoy?" I say, my face mere inches away from his. I can smell butterbeer on his breath, mixed with the sweet and sourness of a green apple.

"I don't mind compromising positions Flint" he retorts, quieter this time. He doesn't falter as I move my lips to his ear, instead he tilts his chin up with confidence as if begging me to try more.

"I think you have a soft spot for me" I whisper into his ear.

"Oh it's definitely not soft" he whispers back, a smirk hidden in his tone. I pull back from his ear, now only inches from his lips.

His eyes are so full of lust, I pause. But before he can sense my unease, I slowly pull back.

Draco's POV

Before she pulls back even further, I step into her small body, desperate to be closer. She smells of velvety jasmine and smooth sandalwood, I inwardly groan as her scent overcomes me.

"You aren't going anywhere" I say before I crash my lips onto hers. Finally.

She tastes of sweet pumpkin and cinnamon so different from her scent, her tongue is wary at first but she steadily opens up and starts massaging my tongue with the force of so much lust I have to stumble back against the wall for stability. My stomach turns, my heart  pounding, my cock swelling beneath my tight jeans. Fuck.

She pushes me firmly against the wall, before moving her lips to my neck and her moans. Oh my god her moans. The sweet sultry sound of her moans could get me off on their own. I pull her closer, my hands finding her waist, and down to her tight ass. I grip it tightly as she finally finds her way back to my lips.

She's so carnal and she has no fucking idea.

Her gloved hands grip the back of my neck, the forceful touch making me dizzy with desire. Her tongue delves deep into my mouth and I get lost in the seductive fight that I don't even realise that her hands have left my neck and have made their way down to my cock. She places her hands lightly over my jeans, giving my cock a tease of a hello. The touch makes my skin flare and I can't help but groan aggressively into her mouth.

She stops. The sound awakens something between us.

She pulls away, her eyes frightened and confused. I watch as she steps backwards, her cheeks bright pink, her perfect lips swollen. She pauses for a few seconds, her dark green eyes lost in what just happened.

Before I can say anything she walks over to her coat lying crumpled on the floor, dusts it off and leaves without so much as a second glance. She leaves me there, back against the cold stone wall, in a dark alleyway in the middle of Hogsmeade.