Thread: What he wanted

Who the bloody hell did he think he was, yanking her around? Ginny only just managed to refrain from letting a shout of surprise escape her lips whenever he grabbed her once again, pulling her back from the compartment door. She tensed at the feel of him stiffening against her and closed her eyes for the briefest moment. The feel of a hardened male pressing against her wasnt new, but she hadnt imagined she would ever have Malfoy at her back. His arousal, paired with his mouth at her ear and his fingers curling around her throat brought her breath up short. And as his fingers brushed beneath the hem of her shirt, dancing across the soft, sensitive skin that was so seldom exposed, she found herself writhing, jerking back toward him in an attempt to escape his touch. In this position, it was far easier to grasp how right he was about her situation. It would take only a flick of his wrist or a nod of his head to have a hoard of his cronies on top of Neville or Luna or any of her other friends and though they were damn good wizards and witches, all hell-bent on eradicating the student Death Eater posse, there werent enough of them to take on the Dark Lords new recruits. Draco especially had risen to sit on his throne, and could indeed do anything he wanted. Any way he wanted. And who would he have to answer to? Her. Because she had too much pride and self respect to bow down to him the way he so obviously wanted. Ill speak to you however I like, she hissed, squeezing her brown eyes shut. Would Neville or Luna blame her? Probably not but she couldnt bring herself to put either of them in unnecessary danger. She didnt want them punished, not on her account over Malfoys sick idea of a good game. Just because the spoiled pureblood monster wanted to have his way. Keep your goons away from them. This would be much easier if she could look at herself as noble for submitting to him, letting him have his way for the sake of her friends. But she couldnt. What would they say? What would her brothers say? Or Harry? She shoved those thoughts away, only noticing now that her hands were free both of them digging trimmed nails into the wrist of the intimidating hand at her neck. What do you want? Her voice was a whisper as if she was afraid of being over heard. Or maybe it was the fact that she felt like she couldnt breathe. Whether that was an effect of the pressure on her neck or the pounding of her pulse and shortness of breath, she wasnt sure, but she wished it was less noticeable. She scraped her nails over his arm, dragging up the tailored sleeve of his suit in an all too obvious attempt to draw blood from his alabaster skin and lifted her lashes to glare forward at the door. Her only way out, and he was holding her just in front of it. She didnt know if she wanted anyone to interrupt them now not in this state. The embarrassment would be too much to handle if she was going to be subject to that sort of torment, she would rather let Malfoy do as he pleased in private than have anyone know hed had her in the first place. Which brought a whole new flood of panic who was he going to gloat to? How much of a laughingstock was she going to be when he got done with her? She didnt want that she couldnt have it.