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And he twisted his tongue in a click as he turned to eye Hermione, smiling with two dimpled on the side of his mouth. She looked repulsed by it but that only brought him more satisfaction as his grin widen. It was becoming more and more clear to Astoria this is why Theo invited her to the Yule Ball last year – to torture her. Horrible possibilities appeared in her imaginations and how her life could’ve looked like if she didn’t agree to dance with Draco Malfoy.
There were other possibilities as well. Astoria turned to look at Harry from afar. He looked a mess, his hair always messier and curly in potion class because of the humidity in the room. Currently he was struggling, running his finger through the textbook, wondering where he went wrong with his potion being the only one in a bright green colour. That wasn’t new.
Maybe if I just went with you, all would be alright, Astoria thought and quickly turned away before someone caught her staring.
"Your potion should have a pearly coat at the top and pink undertones. If it doesn’t, or it turns red, you’ve made a mistake", Snape said walking around the room.
"It looks okay", Theo said casually, concentrating on the pot in front of them.
Amortentia – that’s what they were making. It was a love potion, strictly forbidden in school’s ground and punishable in the magical world as well. This is why it was important to recognise it if contact with it was made. Knowing the ingredients was also crucial. You had to learn how to make a potion in order to break it.
"Smell it", Snape commanded. "It will show to you the object of your desires."
Most students hesitated. Some got close and sniffed their noses, but Draco Malfoy for example looked disgusted by the idea of it and him and Zabini just stood there next to a table, still talking about something that seemed very important.
"Potter", Snape said suddenly and grabbed the attention of a few students, "Tell us what does your potion smell like?"
"Erm", Harry cleared his throat and looked a bit embarrassed. "Treacle tart, the woody scent of broomstick handle and something, oh, I guess flowery."
I never smell of flowers, Astoria reminded herself bitterly.
"That’s good, it means it works", Snape nodded and passed around the tables. "You have to learn how to make a potion in order to break its effect and create an anti-dote. Can someone tell me how one would proceed with countering Amortentia?"
Hermione Granger’s hand rose quickly above her head and she looked almost inpatient to answer. However, Snape passed her, sparing little attention her way and turned to his students in Slytherin.
"Add four Wiggentree twigs until the potion turns green. Stir until it has an orange color and add castor oil until the potion turns blue", he said immediately. This was after all his favourite subject and he was never caught unprepared.
"Very good", Snape nodded in approval. "And what does your potion smell like?"
"Nothing", Draco said casually as he leaned towards it.
A lie, Astoria bitterly thought, he must be lying. Her fingers stretched and quickly pulled back into fists. She turned to glare him with anger, but he seemed unbothered and continued that damn conversation he was having with Zabini, completely ignoring her.
A finger ran through her hair and pulled it away from her face as Theo Nott stood next to her. Astoria wouldn’t shiver anymore when being touched.
"Mine smells like blood and that mudblood’s scent of fear. I’m still excited from yesterday", he grinned. "And you? How does Weasley’s fear smell like?".
He was right about it, Astoria enjoyed it, but preferred to never admit that. Amortentia to her smelled like spearmint, like chamomile which was her favorite tea and like – like burned ashes. An odd smell. But she recognized the first two and anger boiled the blood in her veins because it was Malfoy’s breath she sensed first. That fucking spearmint toothpaste that gave him a fresh taste. Made him so kissable.
And as she stared into the pinkish shade of the potion that was now turning red under her face, Astoria closed her eyes and searched for him.
"It was a mistake, I know that now", Zabini said as his eyes wandered around the room to Ron’s fiery hair. It reminded him of her.
Draco hummed in agreement, and he swore he had something to add to the conversation even though they mostly said everything there was to be said on the subject, however something felt off. His vision got blurry and heat came over him. Was he suddenly sick?
His fingers brushed through his hair.
"I understand, it would be disastrous, but it’s only human to want it like that", Draco said.
"It doesn’t matter anymore. She broke it off, fair I suppose", Blaise replied and dropped his shoulders to relax. "Bummer."
"Mmm", Draco said and swallowed heavy.
"I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. But you know what I can’t swallow? Potter’s silly smile when he looks at her now that he is certain she’s single. What a fucking weasel, a low-life just like his friend".
"Mate, do I look okay to you?"
Zabini snorted. He didn’t get the question at first but when he turned to say something to mock his friend, he noticed the red flush on his cheeks.
"Er, you look like you have a fever, maybe?"
"Yeah, maybe", Draco said, touching his forehead. So hot. But it wasn’t just in his head, though he felt it firstly there, the heat spread quickly and took over his whole body.
"Want to go see Pomfrey?"
"No, I’m fine", he cut off the subject and turned to look at the potion.
What do you smell –
A voice echoed in his mind, and he almost jumped to the sound of it. No one seemed to notice. He turned, searching for the source of it.
I can taste you with just the scent on mine –
Astoria, his eyes went wide with realization as he quickly turned on his heel to look for her. Her hair was falling down her shoulders and her face looked like still water, not a single emotion on it, but he swore he heard her speak to him.
Yes, it’s me –
Only then did he figure it out, she was in his head, in his mind and hearing his thoughts. That explained the heat considering the last time she did it. And his whole body cringed from the thought of it. He wanted to scream at her to get out, this was not the time and not while Zabini was just next to him –
I want you to feel me –
And he did. A sensation ran through the back of his neck as if fingers caressed him. He twisted only to find Blaise’s confused look. Draco could feel the heat spread on his face because it was arousal, sending shivers through the curves of his brain.
"You should go and see Pamfrey", Zabini said with a slight note of worry in his voice.
That’s because Draco Malofy was pulling his tie, more like struggling with it, and breathing heavy and deep. His whole face was red, not like he’d ever seen him. And the calmness in his composure was lost as he moved almost erratically like he was panicking.
"I said I’m fine", Draco hissed and before Zabini could protest he spat at him. "Shut up."
And his friend remained silent but kept staring at him with worry. Draco grinned his teeth, trying to contain it and escape his friend’s stare. God, how he was going to get back at her for this. But at the same time, he did want it, just like that, because it was such an overwhelming sensation like a drug, better than an orgasm, yet similar. Only not now, not in class.
Can’t stop thinking about the way you touch, the way you taste –
And he could physically feel her lick his neck. His palm slapped the spot on his skin to make it go away like a mosquito bite, but there was nothing there. His mind was slipping, lust of all emotions was uncontrollable.
"Fuck", he groaned and felt embarrassment flush on his face as Zabini stared at him in disbelief.
"Mate, what the fuck are you on about?"
How could he possibly explain that he felt her everywhere on his body and mind and that it was better than sex itself. Fingers traced his chest, and he tried to pull his tie, to keep everything else on, but the heat was consuming. His whole body was sweating under the pressure of it. And her hands – her fingers – he felt them everywhere.
A hand ran through his hair that was a mess at this point. Then he pressed his eyes, opened them and tried to shake his head to sober up. Moved around in a circle. People noticed. Draco Malfoy was furious.
I want you to want me without shame, I want you to want me like opium -
God, he was going to kill her. He was going to strangle her until breath left her and until he watched her cum with his name on her lips with that face she made and her nails, running through his skin –
Invisible kisses made him shiver. Hands ran though his chest, hugging him from behind. In response his muscles clenched from the pressure she put in his mind. And a had traced his stomach, reaching for his belt.
That just did it for him, as he crashed on the floor on one knee and grabbed his heart to feel it pounding against his chest. Draco Malfoy felt like he was dying, and it was the best, most arousing feeling he ever experienced.
Students stared. As he lifted his gaze Draco saw Astoria’s confused face, pretending to be unaware of what she was doing to him. Another lie, he grinned his teeth as his features twisted in rage only to break under the undeniable need to breath. Snape came to him, raised and eyebrow as he watched the fallen boy from above.
"Malfoy, what’s the meaning of this?"
"He has a fever, I think", Zabini answered with worry because that was the best explanation to it, rather assuming –
And when Snape saw the boy trying to rip off his shirt from his chest, panting for breath and sweating under the heat, he understood immediately. It was the same reaction Harry Potter had when he fell on the floor after achieving contact with her.
He quickly took out his wand and moved it, only not in the direction’s others assumed.
"Stupefy", he shouted, and Astoria fell on the ground.
Her head hit the floor and it hurt. The blow was enough to confuse her, taking the sense of orientation and control away from her. That did it and the contact broke as Draco Malfoy quickly gained back the strength to rise on his feet but not quite enough to stand on them still as he leaned towards the table, gasping for air.
A few books fell with her and Astoria tried to get up only to find Snape staring at her, merciless, pointing a black wand at her face, gripping it with precision. This couldn’t be a duel, but she felt fear take over her because he knew, he figured it out.
"How dare you – ", Snape said, spitting the words between his tightly shut teeth that came out as a threatening hiss, "use dark magic in my class?"
"Dark magic?", Astoria blinked at him confused.
But the accusation quickly made sense to her. It was, after all, dark magic. Wasn’t all of her magic like that? It had to be, because it was unnatural.
"Do not think I will spare you just because Dumbledore has a liking to you", Snape said, plainly threatening her. "I have little tolerance for the likes of you."
The likes of you, echoed in her mind. What exactly was that? Astoria got back to her feet and looked around; students looked just as shock as her. It was Snape that tried to stop her training with Crouch, only now she understood it was because he had hoped for them to be unsuccessful, to never achieve any progress. While Dumbledore suspected, Snape must have known. And now Snape had an answer for who she was. For what she really was.
Lie, a voice pushed in Astoria, yet no words, no excuses came to her.
"I’m sorry", that’s all she managed to say in response to his cruel look.
"I want you out of my class!", Snape shouted and then looked at Malfoy who was still holding his heart at his chest. "You could’ve killed him!"
"I would never!", Astoria screamed back as rage finally pushed through.
"I know what you are", Snape said quietly almost in a whisper, "As much as Dumbledore denies it. I know."
Her feet moved on her own as she tried to move past him. A black wand stood steady, inches away from her face as she passed. When she got closer to Draco, Astoria forced herself to face him and find the redness on his face. It seemed like such an innocent idea to her, because she was good at it and in control all the time, only there was a lack of boundaries. He looked bad, he looked aroused and barely holding himself to reach and kill her on the spot.
"You do something like that again, I’ll call aurors to drag you to Azkaban", Snape hissed.
Students gasped under the word "Azkaban", it was a prison for the most wretched and horrid dark wizards. Fitting, Astoria though bitterly as she turned to look at him, furious at his words. Because there really were two people inside of her. A girl and this – whoever he was, staring back at Snape, letting him know that if he dared do that, she’d kill him.
"You wouldn’t live to utter the call", she said with a cold voice and walked away.
"What did she do?", Blaise said with sincere worry in his voice but when he tried to reach for his friend, Draco turned and snapped back his hand.
"I need to go to Pamfrey", he groaned, still dizzy from it.
"Of course," said Snape, carefully studying him, "I advise you to stay away from the Elroy girl."
Draco nodded because there was no room for protest. Took him a while also to process what was going on, how it looked In other’s eyes. Merlin, how he liked it.
"All of you should be careful", Snape added, rolling the words carefully on his tongue as he looked at Potter this time. This made Draco furious as he stepped away from class.
Lies were easy. He had learned from the best. And he damn well knew he wasn’t going to fucking Pamfrey. Only he had to figure out where will Astoria run away to cry and mope probably. That was good, that the power she had scared her and kept her holding back, it was convenient for him and for every other Death Eater, but she was growing bolder. Needed to remember who has the power in this dynamic.
He found her at Slytherin’s common room, moping just like he predicted on one of the sofas. Her hair was down, and she didn’t see him but she heard him and quickly jumped on her feet.
"I’m really sorry", Astoria said in one breath.
"Oh, you will be sorry", Draco grinned as he grabbed her collar, pulling her up from the sofa.
"Please – ", she whimpered afraid, but he wouldn’t take it this time.
"Beg all you want", he spat at her as he got her back on her feet and quickly grabbed her hand to drag her away, "I’ll punish you for this".
And he really meant it because there was already pain from the way he griped her wrists and dragged her after himself, as if he was walking a dog behind him.
"Draco, listen to me – ", Astoria whimpered as she tried to turn to him.
"Keep walking", he hissed back in his ice-cold voice like he used to sound when he was being mean to her.
"I did not mean to take it that far.", she continued with guilt taking over, "I know it’s dark magic and it’s dangerous, I know, I do, I – "
A door opened and Astoria turned to suddenly face light that chased away the darkness that usually filled the dungeons of the castle. Before she could take a better look of her surroundings Draco Malfoy pushed her next to the wall and grabbed her face, keeping her still.
"I’m going to make you lose your mind", he hummed in her ear and Astoria felt her whole body tremble in the rhythm of his voice.
"I only did it – ", she took a deep breath as he pulled off the buttons of her shirt, "because I wanted you to not be ashamed of me".
"I’m not ashamed of you", he spat out immediately as his hand slipped under the fabric, "You just confused the nature of our relationship. Somehow you thought you could be in control and now you think you can get away with it."
"I just wanted you to love me", Astoria whimpered as an unforgivable grip tightened around her hands.
"Love you?", Draco chuckled, and he lowered himself to her, so his whole body pins her down.
"Love me", Astoria pleaded.

And he twisted his tongue in a click as he turned to eye Hermione, smiling with two dimpled on the side of his mouth. She looked repulsed by it but that only brought him more satisfaction as his grin widen. It was becoming more and more clear to Astoria this is why Theo invited her to the Yule Ball last year – to torture her. Horrible possibilities appeared in her imaginations and how her life could’ve looked like if she didn’t agree to dance with Draco Malfoy.

There were other possibilities as well. Astoria turned to look at Harry from afar. He looked a mess, his hair always messier and curly in potion class because of the humidity in the room. Currently he was struggling, running his finger through the textbook, wondering where he went wrong with his potion being the only one in a bright green colour. That wasn’t new.

Maybe if I just went with you, all would be alright, Astoria thought and quickly turned away before someone caught her staring.

"Your potion should have a pearly coat at the top and pink undertones. If it doesn’t, or it turns red, you’ve made a mistake", Snape said walking around the room.

"It looks okay", Theo said casually, concentrating on the pot in front of them.

Amortentia – that’s what they were making. It was a love potion, strictly forbidden in school’s ground and punishable in the magical world as well. This is why it was important to recognise it if contact with it was made. Knowing the ingredients was also crucial. You had to learn how to make a potion in order to break it.

"Smell it", Snape commanded. "It will show to you the object of your desires."

Most students hesitated. Some got close and sniffed their noses, but Draco Malfoy for example looked disgusted by the idea of it and him and Zabini just stood there next to a table, still talking about something that seemed very important.

"Potter", Snape said suddenly and grabbed the attention of a few students, "Tell us what does your potion smell like?"

"Erm", Harry cleared his throat and looked a bit embarrassed. "Treacle tart, the woody scent of broomstick handle and something, oh, I guess flowery."

I never smell of flowers, Astoria reminded herself bitterly.

"That’s good, it means it works", Snape nodded and passed around the tables. "You have to learn how to make a potion in order to break its effect and create an anti-dote. Can someone tell me how one would proceed with countering Amortentia?"

Hermione Granger’s hand rose quickly above her head and she looked almost inpatient to answer. However, Snape passed her, sparing little attention her way and turned to his students in Slytherin.

"Add four Wiggentree twigs until the potion turns green. Stir until it has an orange color and add castor oil until the potion turns blue", he said immediately. This was after all his favourite subject and he was never caught unprepared.

"Very good", Snape nodded in approval. "And what does your potion smell like?"

"Nothing", Draco said casually as he leaned towards it.

A lie, Astoria bitterly thought, he must be lying. Her fingers stretched and quickly pulled back into fists. She turned to glare him with anger, but he seemed unbothered and continued that damn conversation he was having with Zabini, completely ignoring her.

A finger ran through her hair and pulled it away from her face as Theo Nott stood next to her. Astoria wouldn’t shiver anymore when being touched.

"Mine smells like blood and that mudblood’s scent of fear. I’m still excited from yesterday", he grinned. "And you? How does Weasley’s fear smell like?".

He was right about it, Astoria enjoyed it, but preferred to never admit that. Amortentia to her smelled like spearmint, like chamomile which was her favorite tea and like – like burned ashes. An odd smell. But she recognized the first two and anger boiled the blood in her veins because it was Malfoy’s breath she sensed first. That fucking spearmint toothpaste that gave him a fresh taste. Made him so kissable.

And as she stared into the pinkish shade of the potion that was now turning red under her face, Astoria closed her eyes and searched for him.

"It was a mistake, I know that now", Zabini said as his eyes wandered around the room to Ron’s fiery hair. It reminded him of her.

Draco hummed in agreement, and he swore he had something to add to the conversation even though they mostly said everything there was to be said on the subject, however something felt off. His vision got blurry and heat came over him. Was he suddenly sick?

His fingers brushed through his hair.

"I understand, it would be disastrous, but it’s only human to want it like that", Draco said.

"It doesn’t matter anymore. She broke it off, fair I suppose", Blaise replied and dropped his shoulders to relax. "Bummer."

"Mmm", Draco said and swallowed heavy.

"I’m fine, I’m going to be fine. But you know what I can’t swallow? Potter’s silly smile when he looks at her now that he is certain she’s single. What a fucking weasel, a low-life just like his friend".

"Mate, do I look okay to you?"

Zabini snorted. He didn’t get the question at first but when he turned to say something to mock his friend, he noticed the red flush on his cheeks.

"Er, you look like you have a fever, maybe?"

"Yeah, maybe", Draco said, touching his forehead. So hot. But it wasn’t just in his head, though he felt it firstly there, the heat spread quickly and took over his whole body.

"Want to go see Pomfrey?"

"No, I’m fine", he cut off the subject and turned to look at the potion.

What do you smell –

A voice echoed in his mind, and he almost jumped to the sound of it. No one seemed to notice. He turned, searching for the source of it.

I can taste you with just the scent on mine –

Astoria, his eyes went wide with realization as he quickly turned on his heel to look for her. Her hair was falling down her shoulders and her face looked like still water, not a single emotion on it, but he swore he heard her speak to him.

Yes, it’s me –

Only then did he figure it out, she was in his head, in his mind and hearing his thoughts. That explained the heat considering the last time she did it. And his whole body cringed from the thought of it. He wanted to scream at her to get out, this was not the time and not while Zabini was just next to him –

I want you to feel me –

And he did. A sensation ran through the back of his neck as if fingers caressed him. He twisted only to find Blaise’s confused look. Draco could feel the heat spread on his face because it was arousal, sending shivers through the curves of his brain.

"You should go and see Pamfrey", Zabini said with a slight note of worry in his voice.

That’s because Draco Malofy was pulling his tie, more like struggling with it, and breathing heavy and deep. His whole face was red, not like he’d ever seen him. And the calmness in his composure was lost as he moved almost erratically like he was panicking.

"I said I’m fine", Draco hissed and before Zabini could protest he spat at him. "Shut up."

And his friend remained silent but kept staring at him with worry. Draco grinned his teeth, trying to contain it and escape his friend’s stare. God, how he was going to get back at her for this. But at the same time, he did want it, just like that, because it was such an overwhelming sensation like a drug, better than an orgasm, yet similar. Only not now, not in class.

Can’t stop thinking about the way you touch, the way you taste –

And he could physically feel her lick his neck. His palm slapped the spot on his skin to make it go away like a mosquito bite, but there was nothing there. His mind was slipping, lust of all emotions was uncontrollable.

"Fuck", he groaned and felt embarrassment flush on his face as Zabini stared at him in disbelief.

"Mate, what the fuck are you on about?"

How could he possibly explain that he felt her everywhere on his body and mind and that it was better than sex itself. Fingers traced his chest, and he tried to pull his tie, to keep everything else on, but the heat was consuming. His whole body was sweating under the pressure of it. And her hands – her fingers – he felt them everywhere.

A hand ran through his hair that was a mess at this point. Then he pressed his eyes, opened them and tried to shake his head to sober up. Moved around in a circle. People noticed. Draco Malfoy was furious.

I want you to want me without shame, I want you to want me like opium -

God, he was going to kill her. He was going to strangle her until breath left her and until he watched her cum with his name on her lips with that face she made and her nails, running through his skin –

Invisible kisses made him shiver. Hands ran though his chest, hugging him from behind. In response his muscles clenched from the pressure she put in his mind. And a had traced his stomach, reaching for his belt.

That just did it for him, as he crashed on the floor on one knee and grabbed his heart to feel it pounding against his chest. Draco Malfoy felt like he was dying, and it was the best, most arousing feeling he ever experienced.

Students stared. As he lifted his gaze Draco saw Astoria’s confused face, pretending to be unaware of what she was doing to him. Another lie, he grinned his teeth as his features twisted in rage only to break under the undeniable need to breath. Snape came to him, raised and eyebrow as he watched the fallen boy from above.

"Malfoy, what’s the meaning of this?"

"He has a fever, I think", Zabini answered with worry because that was the best explanation to it, rather assuming –

And when Snape saw the boy trying to rip off his shirt from his chest, panting for breath and sweating under the heat, he understood immediately. It was the same reaction Harry Potter had when he fell on the floor after achieving contact with her.

He quickly took out his wand and moved it, only not in the direction’s others assumed.

"Stupefy", he shouted, and Astoria fell on the ground.

Her head hit the floor and it hurt. The blow was enough to confuse her, taking the sense of orientation and control away from her. That did it and the contact broke as Draco Malfoy quickly gained back the strength to rise on his feet but not quite enough to stand on them still as he leaned towards the table, gasping for air.

A few books fell with her and Astoria tried to get up only to find Snape staring at her, merciless, pointing a black wand at her face, gripping it with precision. This couldn’t be a duel, but she felt fear take over her because he knew, he figured it out.

"How dare you – ", Snape said, spitting the words between his tightly shut teeth that came out as a threatening hiss, "use dark magic in my class?"

"Dark magic?", Astoria blinked at him confused.

But the accusation quickly made sense to her. It was, after all, dark magic. Wasn’t all of her magic like that? It had to be, because it was unnatural.

"Do not think I will spare you just because Dumbledore has a liking to you", Snape said, plainly threatening her. "I have little tolerance for the likes of you."

The likes of you, echoed in her mind. What exactly was that? Astoria got back to her feet and looked around; students looked just as shock as her. It was Snape that tried to stop her training with Crouch, only now she understood it was because he had hoped for them to be unsuccessful, to never achieve any progress. While Dumbledore suspected, Snape must have known. And now Snape had an answer for who she was. For what she really was.

Lie, a voice pushed in Astoria, yet no words, no excuses came to her.

"I’m sorry", that’s all she managed to say in response to his cruel look.

"I want you out of my class!", Snape shouted and then looked at Malfoy who was still holding his heart at his chest. "You could’ve killed him!"

"I would never!", Astoria screamed back as rage finally pushed through.

"I know what you are", Snape said quietly almost in a whisper, "As much as Dumbledore denies it. I know."

Her feet moved on her own as she tried to move past him. A black wand stood steady, inches away from her face as she passed. When she got closer to Draco, Astoria forced herself to face him and find the redness on his face. It seemed like such an innocent idea to her, because she was good at it and in control all the time, only there was a lack of boundaries. He looked bad, he looked aroused and barely holding himself to reach and kill her on the spot.

"You do something like that again, I’ll call aurors to drag you to Azkaban", Snape hissed.

Students gasped under the word "Azkaban", it was a prison for the most wretched and horrid dark wizards. Fitting, Astoria though bitterly as she turned to look at him, furious at his words. Because there really were two people inside of her. A girl and this – whoever he was, staring back at Snape, letting him know that if he dared do that, she’d kill him.

"You wouldn’t live to utter the call", she said with a cold voice and walked away.

"What did she do?", Blaise said with sincere worry in his voice but when he tried to reach for his friend, Draco turned and snapped back his hand.

"I need to go to Pamfrey", he groaned, still dizzy from it.

"Of course," said Snape, carefully studying him, "I advise you to stay away from the Elroy girl."

Draco nodded because there was no room for protest. Took him a while also to process what was going on, how it looked In other’s eyes. Merlin, how he liked it.

"All of you should be careful", Snape added, rolling the words carefully on his tongue as he looked at Potter this time. This made Draco furious as he stepped away from class.

Lies were easy. He had learned from the best. And he damn well knew he wasn’t going to fucking Pamfrey. Only he had to figure out where will Astoria run away to cry and mope probably. That was good, that the power she had scared her and kept her holding back, it was convenient for him and for every other Death Eater, but she was growing bolder. Needed to remember who has the power in this dynamic.

He found her at Slytherin’s common room, moping just like he predicted on one of the sofas. Her hair was down, and she didn’t see him but she heard him and quickly jumped on her feet.

"I’m really sorry", Astoria said in one breath.

"Oh, you will be sorry", Draco grinned as he grabbed her collar, pulling her up from the sofa.

"Please – ", she whimpered afraid, but he wouldn’t take it this time.

"Beg all you want", he spat at her as he got her back on her feet and quickly grabbed her hand to drag her away, "I’ll punish you for this".

And he really meant it because there was already pain from the way he griped her wrists and dragged her after himself, as if he was walking a dog behind him.

"Draco, listen to me – ", Astoria whimpered as she tried to turn to him.

"Keep walking", he hissed back in his ice-cold voice like he used to sound when he was being mean to her.

"I did not mean to take it that far.", she continued with guilt taking over, "I know it’s dark magic and it’s dangerous, I know, I do, I – "

A door opened and Astoria turned to suddenly face light that chased away the darkness that usually filled the dungeons of the castle. Before she could take a better look of her surroundings Draco Malfoy pushed her next to the wall and grabbed her face, keeping her still.

"I’m going to make you lose your mind", he hummed in her ear and Astoria felt her whole body tremble in the rhythm of his voice.

"I only did it – ", she took a deep breath as he pulled off the buttons of her shirt, "because I wanted you to not be ashamed of me".

"I’m not ashamed of you", he spat out immediately as his hand slipped under the fabric, "You just confused the nature of our relationship. Somehow you thought you could be in control and now you think you can get away with it."

"I just wanted you to love me", Astoria whimpered as an unforgivable grip tightened around her hands.

"Love you?", Draco chuckled, and he lowered himself to her, so his whole body pins her down.

"Love me", Astoria pleaded.