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"I wouldn’t say that to you", Astoria replied unimpressed from his rage.
He glared at her with those grey eyes that always looked unhuman to her. Too perfect, too cold.
Then came the realization that just as she studied him, Draco did the same. And other thoughts flooded her mind, silly thoughts that she should’ve forgotten long ago. What if she repulsed him now? Sometimes it bothered her – Vanity – and other inferior feelings she had to unlearn. It was hard to do that when she was at the same time a teenage girl. Nicola told her it had to be now, otherwise she would never get rid of them later in life. Cravings had deep roots. He always sounded bitter to her. What a life, she thought ironically.
"You don’t seem like yourself", Malfoy said, studying her. "You used to fear my anger".
"I don’t fear you, Draco".
"You’ve changed", he concluded bitterly.
"It’s the eyepatch", she replied, also bitterly.
"It makes you look dangerous".
"I am dangerous", Astoria snapped. It was hard to keep her pride in place. Draco once told her she grew prideful, and it was true. A sin that only wounded her.
"Then who is more dangerous then you to make you cry?"
He was ridiculing her and it only provoked her.
"What about you? Want me to push him off a broom, make him pay?"
"A debt you are yet to pay to me", he reminded her.
They stared in silence. Old habits are hard to kill. Cravings had deep roots, she tried to shake her thoughts away. It was the first time, in a long time, they were alone during night in a locked room.
Draco thought about his wand and he could feel the wood brush against his fingertips. There was no option of dueling with Astoria Elroy, but stunning her was not only an option, rather – the only possible option. She was dangerous, he knew that before. Now she was deadly. Draco hadn’t seen her fight or in fact do almost no magic since she was bac, but he could feel the change in her. It was in the way she composed herself and how she looked at others, without any fear. Nothing like before.
That’s why it surprised him when she came to him. Almost ran towards his arms, and her fingers pressed his body. Under the clothes she felt his muscles twitch. A familiar sensation in her body as she herself had experienced it not once. The leftover pain.
"Someone cursed you. Tortured you", she stated in disbelief. Draco Malfoy pulled back. Pushed her hands away from him like she did with him before.
"Can you fuck off?", he barked.
It was stupid of him to grow soft. She really was the last person he wished to see, that was true. And the reason was that he was failing. Bellatrix was not happy. That only meant more pain for him, because his aunt’s reputation was earned and she was merciless, without limit even to him. He lost count of the times he collapsed senseless from the pain.
This was all permitted by him, of course. And if he didn’t endure it, they would punish his mother for his failings. She took it as it was her family’s duty to serve and obey. It was supposed to be his duty as well.
Draco cringed and his arm spasmed still remembering the pain on it. He grinned his teeth and tried to look away.
It was her fault she reminded him of his mother, of what they had done with his mother. And Narcissa Malfoy took it as a stoic. Of course, she screamed, but she endured it all. There were no boundaries regarding the things Narcissa would do for her family, for her son, for him. It was out of love, he thought, and tears pushed through again.
The boy gasped. Ha was panicking, Astoria knew that feeling very well. She held his face in her hands and caressed his wet cheeks with her fingertips until he looked at her. This sudden tenderness on her side shocked him.
"You were so cold to me", he hissed.
"I can’t be anything else."
Astoria whispered in his face, her own inches away, and as she told him she couldn’t stay and couldn’t do that, her body pulled him closer. Another lie. Another mistake. They both knew and both couldn’t resist the pull between them. Her tongue kissed his cheek and then tasted the salt in the tears on his cheek.
Draco Malfoy stepped back, shacking in fear, but his legs twisted in themselves and he fell on the cold floor. Astoria knelt down with him, still holding his shirt by the collar. There was a fire on her skin that burned him when their bodies met. Her hand still on his face, warming everything with that touch.
"Tell me who did this and I will make him pay", she said softly, this time without mockery.
He had to force himself to shake her off but that only pushed her closer and she fell in him. Their eyes met. That scared her for some reason and for the first time Draco saw her blush again. Her hands, no, her movements were very quick and she gracefully pulled down her hair in front of her face out of fear and embarrassment how close they were.
"The pain is for my training", he finally said, "I consented to it".
"That’s unhuman", Astoria insisted.
She was still so beautiful. He found himself missing her scent now that he could feel her again. Missing that warm feeling, like standing next to a fire in a cold winter night.
"You should go", Draco said softly.
If only Astoria Elroy knew what he was about to do, she’d leave and return for vengeance.
"I should go", Astoria repeated, focused on his lips.
He’s even more handsome, she thought to herself, staring at his pale face and the redness that contrasted on it. The hair he kept shorter. He had lost some weight; in a way he was leaner but still muscular and it showed mostly in the sharpness of his face.
They stood frozen for what felt like eternity. It was Draco that moved first, a hand tightened around her waist, pulling her in. Astoria could see his grey eyes staring at her lips, refusing to look up and his own lips, already parted, ready to greet hers. He kissed her just like the way she dreamt of and the many horrors it took to forget it.
Astoria shied away at first but when he teased, brushing again his lips to hers, she answered – hungry, angry, wanting. There was no shyness in her now.
"You grow greedy", Malfoy told her as he gasped for air between her tongue.
Kissing was the last thing he imagined this night. He wanted to die. He thought about it often. His life was Hell. Nothing was consensual in it; he was forced to become someone he wasn’t sure he wanted to be.
It helped. Taking something for himself, taking it like he wanted it, not like it was expected of him. And her body was warm, nothing like the cold breeze next to the water, or the icy nights. Nothing like how he felt. And her kisses – salvation. At least for tonight.
"You always say it before I realize it myself", Astoria whispered carelessly.
Inside she was alert. Two eyes stayed awake in her consciousness, observing her lose control and hating her for it. A tight feeling grabbed her heart, yet all her body relaxed and melted next to this boy. That was dangerous and wrong. Draco Malfoy – a specific craving, was dangerous and wrong. Making her loosen her tongue.
"Then I should tell you you’re selfish", he replied, his lips on her neck as he pulled his hands down her body. She kissed his neck too, just like he showed her before – "and cruel", he moaned.
Draco’s kisses were hungrier now. His hands pulled off her shirt, almost tearing it off. Everything about him seemed foreign too, there was nothing but ice in his touch and he spread that coldness onto her as his fingers ran through her chest.
Something inside of him gave in to oblivion. He was restless and in a hurry. It was overwhelming the way he’d tease her nipples and reach under her skirt with his other hand. Then he lowered his face and his lips kissed and then sucked until he unleashed his horrible tongue that did wonderful things to her body.
"I was looking forward to this for so long", he hissed.
"I tried not to", Astoria moaned in his ear.
No strength left to stand and no time to think, when her body finally collapsed in his arms under the sensation of his touch. His fingers were now soaked. It felt like a shockwave when he twisted one finger inside and then pushed another, sliding in with such unexpected force her head tilted back because she didn’t want to look at him and give him the satisfaction of breaking so easy again and because the pleasure was simply – overwhelming. Astoria knew she was red now, red with lust.
"Malfoy", she uttered in pleasure but he didn’t like it. It was a name he recently grew to hate with the responsibilities and expectations that came with it.
It couldn’t happen again. A lesson to teach, he thought when he grabbed her hips and pushed in her so suddenly and with all the force he had, Astoria shrieked from both the sensation and the pain. The tips of his fingers, touching a new and forbidden place inside.
"That’s not my name", Draco groaned, forming a fist in her hair, moving her slowly so she’d have no other choice but to look at him.
"Say my name", he hissed.
"Draco", she called for him, then again and only his name.
"Let me make you remember", he said as he grabbed her.
Astoria heard something in the distance. A whisper maybe. No thoughts were speared on that, only the simple observation as her ears caught it and then it was out of her mind. How could she think when her back was pressed next to the cold and wet floor of the girl’s bathroom and on top of her was Draco Malfoy. Astoria tried to grab to him, to hold on to him, her fingers tore his shirt so quick a button bounced on the floor next to them.
"Greedy", Draco smirked as he removed his shirt. He toured over her as she was moaning in pleasure. His hand still between her tights, the other he used to take off his belt and placed next to her face to keep his balance as he watched her moan in pleasure under him.
A sharp feeling sobered her up as Astoria instantly saw him under the light. Her body tensed and she flinched back, pulling herself away.
"Your chest – ", she gasped seeing the scars. They were healed, but there was no denying how deep the wounds must have been. And so many –
Surprisingly, Draco looked ashamed.
"Just ignore it –", he whispered carelessly.
As he tried to reach her, she finally noticed. A scream left her lips before she could even think. Astoria got on her feet and pulled away from him.
"Just – just don’t scream like that", Draco said worried as he glanced behind her.
The Dark Mark, Astoria realized with horror – a black spot on his right arm. It wasn’t fear that drove her away because Astoria had little fear left in her. She turned to face him with disgust he’d never seen on her face, not even when he told her mean things and teased her about Saint Potter. Something twisted in his stomach.
This was a problem. So many thoughts poured over her. He would betray her, now she knew. Maybe he already had. Maybe he did since their first dance. And even if he hadn’t by now, he would eventually. They will force him. They will force it out of him and then break him with it.
"I had no choice", Draco Malfoy finally said as his voice cracked in the most not-Draco Malfoy-way possible but rather human and vulnerable.
"I have to leave", Astoria replied coldly and turned to reach for the door.
A light shined through the square glass in her face and blinded her. Draco was fast. Faster than she remembered him to be, she noted to herself in her mind, as he grabbed her. His hand was on her mouth so she wouldn’t scream, and with the other he dragged her to one of the cabins in the girl’s bathroom.
No one came here, Astoria thought as she heard someone struggle to force the door to open.
The heat between them was burning them both. He pulled her closer to himself as his other hand was still on her mouth, pushing her breath. Astoria realized it was someone patrolling the corridors and that he probably heard her scream.
However, another thought was pushing in her mind because she could feel his erection pressed next to her body. Her eyes rolled as she couldn’t stand how warm he was suddenly and how well he knew her body.
The Dark Mark – it flashed in her mind, and she tried to move. He held her still.
"Don’t move", Draco hissed in her ear.
The door opened. Astoria hoped Draco had the sense to kick their clothes off the floor. He did, but he hadn’t hidden them and was betting that no one would notice. A light poured into the room. It was Flinch. His cat meowed, following him. They both froze, forcing their breath still.
Laughter filled the room and then echoed as the light got weaker and the door finally shut. Draco didn’t release her immediately, he held her close to him and apparently took advantage of the situation because his grip was almost perfect.
Trained, indeed, Astoria thought bitterly, trying to move around until an opening occurred. It was hard to struggle not only because he was strong, but because he was so close his scent choked her. Both were already sweating from the stress and the lust, which was hypnotizing.
His face was in her hair. When he kissed her neck, she twisted and managed to free herself, pushing immediately through the cabin door.
Astoria turned to him with horror. That horror quickly turned into rage, seeing how unfazed he looked. Bored by it.
"How could you do that?", she hissed. It sounded angry but really, she wanted to cry.
Nicola was right, love did make her vulnerable. A bad craving with deep roots.
"My family", Draco said bitterly and then added as he stared her down, "just like your family".
There it was again. They were all dark wizards – he had just confirmed her worst doubts. If you could even call it doubt rather than naïve hope she carried with herself. Anger gave into sadness. Her chest tightened and all Astoria could do was look at him, half-naked with traces of pain all over them both and that mark that stood in between.
Somehow, in the most twisted way she’d never admit, it made sense. Astoria couldn’t accept it but as an Elroy she understood. And was it really that different? No, there was only the horrible truth that had different representations in their life, but at its core, it was the same thing. You can’t escape who you are. And there he was – a sad blonde boy with mesmerizing grey eyes named Draco Malfoy, hair to one of the most powerful pureblooded families. And the girl with the eyepatch was Astoria Elroy, a witch from the bloodline of the most notorious dark wizards.
They stood like that in silence, looking at each other, then looking somewhere else, then again meeting in the middle. Her mind screamed in resistance, opposing to everything her heart craved. Astoria didn’t dare to look him as she noticed his shoed next to hers.
Draco took her hands in his. His skin brushed gently to hers. Fingers twisted around fingers. Just as time started slowing down, he fell to his knees and hugged her.
"I need this", he whispered, "I need you".
Astoria didn’t answer. It was a strange sight – Draco Malfoy on his knees. He seemed stronger, quicker but inside he was weaker. They are breaking him –
What could she do? She can’t risk herself for him. He is a Death Eter now. And he was being selfish. Both of them were selfish for this.
She kneeled next to him. Kissed him. Passionately. It was to relax. To forger. He met her with the same want as he started to remove her clothes. Draco lifted her with himself off the floor and pushed her to the nearest wall he could see next to a sink.
"This could never happen again", Malfoy said in her ear and left kisses on her neck that will turn purple in the morning.
It was rough, Astoria observed. Everything he did had more force in it and was erratic, restless. Not like the first time they did it. Yet he wasn’t careless in his movement like Harry seemed to be in her memories, Draco’s touch was precise. He knew when to push her and when to let go as if their bodies had synched.
"I agree", she gasped in his ear.
"I’m going to make it hard for you to resist", Draco instantly replied, tightening his hand around her throat. Air started to run out and just when Astoria thought it will, he released his grip and her mind went blank from the pleasure of it. A hand slid across her face into her hair, drunk on the softness of her skin.
Something fell on the floor. Astoria didn’t care as she moaned in pleasure. But he stopped. He held her tight and even if she tried to move it was fruitless. That was hot but he still refused to move and time rolled around her while arousal grew inside of her.
"Do I have to beg?", Astoria hissed irritated but quickly adjusted when she saw his eyes. Wide, very clear shade of blue that looked grey under light. His face was like stone.
"Another lie", he stated coldly as she realized she could see him with both her eyes.
It was something she feared. It was her shame. Her Dark Mark. It was the fear that made her move, almost by instinct, but Draco Malfoy had predicted it and her body couldn’t remove itself from his grip.
"Fuck", she groaned struggling to escape him.
Fury came over him and Draco Malfoy pushed his body next to hers, almost crushing her into the wall. It hurt and Astoria gasped, tried to shake her hair to fall in front of her face, desperately hoping something could hide that horrible eye that was sensitive to the sudden moonlight that blinded it. But it was still red with a shine in it.
"He has the same eyes", Draco said coldly, "Is that why you hide it?".

"I wouldn’t say that to you", Astoria replied unimpressed from his rage.

He glared at her with those grey eyes that always looked unhuman to her. Too perfect, too cold.

Then came the realization that just as she studied him, Draco did the same. And other thoughts flooded her mind, silly thoughts that she should’ve forgotten long ago. What if she repulsed him now? Sometimes it bothered her – Vanity – and other inferior feelings she had to unlearn. It was hard to do that when she was at the same time a teenage girl. Nicola told her it had to be now, otherwise she would never get rid of them later in life. Cravings had deep roots. He always sounded bitter to her. What a life, she thought ironically.

"You don’t seem like yourself", Malfoy said, studying her. "You used to fear my anger".

"I don’t fear you, Draco".

"You’ve changed", he concluded bitterly.

"It’s the eyepatch", she replied, also bitterly.

"It makes you look dangerous".

"I am dangerous", Astoria snapped. It was hard to keep her pride in place. Draco once told her she grew prideful, and it was true. A sin that only wounded her.

"Then who is more dangerous then you to make you cry?"

He was ridiculing her and it only provoked her.

"What about you? Want me to push him off a broom, make him pay?"

"A debt you are yet to pay to me", he reminded her.

They stared in silence. Old habits are hard to kill. Cravings had deep roots, she tried to shake her thoughts away. It was the first time, in a long time, they were alone during night in a locked room.

Draco thought about his wand and he could feel the wood brush against his fingertips. There was no option of dueling with Astoria Elroy, but stunning her was not only an option, rather – the only possible option. She was dangerous, he knew that before. Now she was deadly. Draco hadn’t seen her fight or in fact do almost no magic since she was bac, but he could feel the change in her. It was in the way she composed herself and how she looked at others, without any fear. Nothing like before.

That’s why it surprised him when she came to him. Almost ran towards his arms, and her fingers pressed his body. Under the clothes she felt his muscles twitch. A familiar sensation in her body as she herself had experienced it not once. The leftover pain.

"Someone cursed you. Tortured you", she stated in disbelief. Draco Malfoy pulled back. Pushed her hands away from him like she did with him before.

"Can you fuck off?", he barked.

It was stupid of him to grow soft. She really was the last person he wished to see, that was true. And the reason was that he was failing. Bellatrix was not happy. That only meant more pain for him, because his aunt’s reputation was earned and she was merciless, without limit even to him. He lost count of the times he collapsed senseless from the pain.

This was all permitted by him, of course. And if he didn’t endure it, they would punish his mother for his failings. She took it as it was her family’s duty to serve and obey. It was supposed to be his duty as well.

Draco cringed and his arm spasmed still remembering the pain on it. He grinned his teeth and tried to look away.

It was her fault she reminded him of his mother, of what they had done with his mother. And Narcissa Malfoy took it as a stoic. Of course, she screamed, but she endured it all. There were no boundaries regarding the things Narcissa would do for her family, for her son, for him. It was out of love, he thought, and tears pushed through again.

The boy gasped. Ha was panicking, Astoria knew that feeling very well. She held his face in her hands and caressed his wet cheeks with her fingertips until he looked at her. This sudden tenderness on her side shocked him.

"You were so cold to me", he hissed.

"I can’t be anything else."

Astoria whispered in his face, her own inches away, and as she told him she couldn’t stay and couldn’t do that, her body pulled him closer. Another lie. Another mistake. They both knew and both couldn’t resist the pull between them. Her tongue kissed his cheek and then tasted the salt in the tears on his cheek.

Draco Malfoy stepped back, shacking in fear, but his legs twisted in themselves and he fell on the cold floor. Astoria knelt down with him, still holding his shirt by the collar. There was a fire on her skin that burned him when their bodies met. Her hand still on his face, warming everything with that touch.

"Tell me who did this and I will make him pay", she said softly, this time without mockery.

He had to force himself to shake her off but that only pushed her closer and she fell in him. Their eyes met. That scared her for some reason and for the first time Draco saw her blush again. Her hands, no, her movements were very quick and she gracefully pulled down her hair in front of her face out of fear and embarrassment how close they were.

"The pain is for my training", he finally said, "I consented to it".

"That’s unhuman", Astoria insisted.

She was still so beautiful. He found himself missing her scent now that he could feel her again. Missing that warm feeling, like standing next to a fire in a cold winter night.

"You should go", Draco said softly.

If only Astoria Elroy knew what he was about to do, she’d leave and return for vengeance.

"I should go", Astoria repeated, focused on his lips.

He’s even more handsome, she thought to herself, staring at his pale face and the redness that contrasted on it. The hair he kept shorter. He had lost some weight; in a way he was leaner but still muscular and it showed mostly in the sharpness of his face.

They stood frozen for what felt like eternity. It was Draco that moved first, a hand tightened around her waist, pulling her in. Astoria could see his grey eyes staring at her lips, refusing to look up and his own lips, already parted, ready to greet hers. He kissed her just like the way she dreamt of and the many horrors it took to forget it.

Astoria shied away at first but when he teased, brushing again his lips to hers, she answered – hungry, angry, wanting. There was no shyness in her now.

"You grow greedy", Malfoy told her as he gasped for air between her tongue.

Kissing was the last thing he imagined this night. He wanted to die. He thought about it often. His life was Hell. Nothing was consensual in it; he was forced to become someone he wasn’t sure he wanted to be.

It helped. Taking something for himself, taking it like he wanted it, not like it was expected of him. And her body was warm, nothing like the cold breeze next to the water, or the icy nights. Nothing like how he felt. And her kisses – salvation. At least for tonight.

"You always say it before I realize it myself", Astoria whispered carelessly.

Inside she was alert. Two eyes stayed awake in her consciousness, observing her lose control and hating her for it. A tight feeling grabbed her heart, yet all her body relaxed and melted next to this boy. That was dangerous and wrong. Draco Malfoy – a specific craving, was dangerous and wrong. Making her loosen her tongue.

"Then I should tell you you’re selfish", he replied, his lips on her neck as he pulled his hands down her body. She kissed his neck too, just like he showed her before – "and cruel", he moaned.

Draco’s kisses were hungrier now. His hands pulled off her shirt, almost tearing it off. Everything about him seemed foreign too, there was nothing but ice in his touch and he spread that coldness onto her as his fingers ran through her chest.

Something inside of him gave in to oblivion. He was restless and in a hurry. It was overwhelming the way he’d tease her nipples and reach under her skirt with his other hand. Then he lowered his face and his lips kissed and then sucked until he unleashed his horrible tongue that did wonderful things to her body.

"I was looking forward to this for so long", he hissed.

"I tried not to", Astoria moaned in his ear.

No strength left to stand and no time to think, when her body finally collapsed in his arms under the sensation of his touch. His fingers were now soaked. It felt like a shockwave when he twisted one finger inside and then pushed another, sliding in with such unexpected force her head tilted back because she didn’t want to look at him and give him the satisfaction of breaking so easy again and because the pleasure was simply – overwhelming. Astoria knew she was red now, red with lust.

"Malfoy", she uttered in pleasure but he didn’t like it. It was a name he recently grew to hate with the responsibilities and expectations that came with it.

It couldn’t happen again. A lesson to teach, he thought when he grabbed her hips and pushed in her so suddenly and with all the force he had, Astoria shrieked from both the sensation and the pain. The tips of his fingers, touching a new and forbidden place inside.

"That’s not my name", Draco groaned, forming a fist in her hair, moving her slowly so she’d have no other choice but to look at him.

"Say my name", he hissed.

"Draco", she called for him, then again and only his name.

"Let me make you remember", he said as he grabbed her.

Astoria heard something in the distance. A whisper maybe. No thoughts were speared on that, only the simple observation as her ears caught it and then it was out of her mind. How could she think when her back was pressed next to the cold and wet floor of the girl’s bathroom and on top of her was Draco Malfoy. Astoria tried to grab to him, to hold on to him, her fingers tore his shirt so quick a button bounced on the floor next to them.

"Greedy", Draco smirked as he removed his shirt. He toured over her as she was moaning in pleasure. His hand still between her tights, the other he used to take off his belt and placed next to her face to keep his balance as he watched her moan in pleasure under him.

A sharp feeling sobered her up as Astoria instantly saw him under the light. Her body tensed and she flinched back, pulling herself away.

"Your chest – ", she gasped seeing the scars. They were healed, but there was no denying how deep the wounds must have been. And so many –

Surprisingly, Draco looked ashamed.

"Just ignore it –", he whispered carelessly.

As he tried to reach her, she finally noticed. A scream left her lips before she could even think. Astoria got on her feet and pulled away from him.

"Just – just don’t scream like that", Draco said worried as he glanced behind her.

The Dark Mark, Astoria realized with horror – a black spot on his right arm. It wasn’t fear that drove her away because Astoria had little fear left in her. She turned to face him with disgust he’d never seen on her face, not even when he told her mean things and teased her about Saint Potter. Something twisted in his stomach.

This was a problem. So many thoughts poured over her. He would betray her, now she knew. Maybe he already had. Maybe he did since their first dance. And even if he hadn’t by now, he would eventually. They will force him. They will force it out of him and then break him with it.

"I had no choice", Draco Malfoy finally said as his voice cracked in the most not-Draco Malfoy-way possible but rather human and vulnerable.

"I have to leave", Astoria replied coldly and turned to reach for the door.

A light shined through the square glass in her face and blinded her. Draco was fast. Faster than she remembered him to be, she noted to herself in her mind, as he grabbed her. His hand was on her mouth so she wouldn’t scream, and with the other he dragged her to one of the cabins in the girl’s bathroom.

No one came here, Astoria thought as she heard someone struggle to force the door to open.

The heat between them was burning them both. He pulled her closer to himself as his other hand was still on her mouth, pushing her breath. Astoria realized it was someone patrolling the corridors and that he probably heard her scream.

However, another thought was pushing in her mind because she could feel his erection pressed next to her body. Her eyes rolled as she couldn’t stand how warm he was suddenly and how well he knew her body.

The Dark Mark – it flashed in her mind, and she tried to move. He held her still.

"Don’t move", Draco hissed in her ear.

The door opened. Astoria hoped Draco had the sense to kick their clothes off the floor. He did, but he hadn’t hidden them and was betting that no one would notice. A light poured into the room. It was Flinch. His cat meowed, following him. They both froze, forcing their breath still.

Laughter filled the room and then echoed as the light got weaker and the door finally shut. Draco didn’t release her immediately, he held her close to him and apparently took advantage of the situation because his grip was almost perfect.

Trained, indeed, Astoria thought bitterly, trying to move around until an opening occurred. It was hard to struggle not only because he was strong, but because he was so close his scent choked her. Both were already sweating from the stress and the lust, which was hypnotizing.

His face was in her hair. When he kissed her neck, she twisted and managed to free herself, pushing immediately through the cabin door.

Astoria turned to him with horror. That horror quickly turned into rage, seeing how unfazed he looked. Bored by it.

"How could you do that?", she hissed. It sounded angry but really, she wanted to cry.

Nicola was right, love did make her vulnerable. A bad craving with deep roots.

"My family", Draco said bitterly and then added as he stared her down, "just like your family".

There it was again. They were all dark wizards – he had just confirmed her worst doubts. If you could even call it doubt rather than naïve hope she carried with herself. Anger gave into sadness. Her chest tightened and all Astoria could do was look at him, half-naked with traces of pain all over them both and that mark that stood in between.

Somehow, in the most twisted way she’d never admit, it made sense. Astoria couldn’t accept it but as an Elroy she understood. And was it really that different? No, there was only the horrible truth that had different representations in their life, but at its core, it was the same thing. You can’t escape who you are. And there he was – a sad blonde boy with mesmerizing grey eyes named Draco Malfoy, hair to one of the most powerful pureblooded families. And the girl with the eyepatch was Astoria Elroy, a witch from the bloodline of the most notorious dark wizards.

They stood like that in silence, looking at each other, then looking somewhere else, then again meeting in the middle. Her mind screamed in resistance, opposing to everything her heart craved. Astoria didn’t dare to look him as she noticed his shoed next to hers.

Draco took her hands in his. His skin brushed gently to hers. Fingers twisted around fingers. Just as time started slowing down, he fell to his knees and hugged her.

"I need this", he whispered, "I need you".

Astoria didn’t answer. It was a strange sight – Draco Malfoy on his knees. He seemed stronger, quicker but inside he was weaker. They are breaking him –

What could she do? She can’t risk herself for him. He is a Death Eter now. And he was being selfish. Both of them were selfish for this.

She kneeled next to him. Kissed him. Passionately. It was to relax. To forger. He met her with the same want as he started to remove her clothes. Draco lifted her with himself off the floor and pushed her to the nearest wall he could see next to a sink.

"This could never happen again", Malfoy said in her ear and left kisses on her neck that will turn purple in the morning.

It was rough, Astoria observed. Everything he did had more force in it and was erratic, restless. Not like the first time they did it. Yet he wasn’t careless in his movement like Harry seemed to be in her memories, Draco’s touch was precise. He knew when to push her and when to let go as if their bodies had synched.

"I agree", she gasped in his ear.

"I’m going to make it hard for you to resist", Draco instantly replied, tightening his hand around her throat. Air started to run out and just when Astoria thought it will, he released his grip and her mind went blank from the pleasure of it. A hand slid across her face into her hair, drunk on the softness of her skin.

Something fell on the floor. Astoria didn’t care as she moaned in pleasure. But he stopped. He held her tight and even if she tried to move it was fruitless. That was hot but he still refused to move and time rolled around her while arousal grew inside of her.

"Do I have to beg?", Astoria hissed irritated but quickly adjusted when she saw his eyes. Wide, very clear shade of blue that looked grey under light. His face was like stone.

"Another lie", he stated coldly as she realized she could see him with both her eyes.

It was something she feared. It was her shame. Her Dark Mark. It was the fear that made her move, almost by instinct, but Draco Malfoy had predicted it and her body couldn’t remove itself from his grip.

"Fuck", she groaned struggling to escape him.

Fury came over him and Draco Malfoy pushed his body next to hers, almost crushing her into the wall. It hurt and Astoria gasped, tried to shake her hair to fall in front of her face, desperately hoping something could hide that horrible eye that was sensitive to the sudden moonlight that blinded it. But it was still red with a shine in it.

"He has the same eyes", Draco said coldly, "Is that why you hide it?".