Bitter Rivals, Sweet Seduction (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

I had no idea what Moody had meant that night. His words astounded me, but also sparked a sudden interest. It actually made me want to go to the library, as shocking as it may be, and read up on my families history. Well, that isn't as important as now.

I twirled in front of the mirror, watching as the silky fabric of my lingerie move with me. From the chest down, the black silk fabric was see through. I had never worn this before in my life, but it had been in my closet for about a month now. It seemed so fitting for my body type. I wasn't the curviest girl around, but this made me seem that way. As the white glowing light on my wand slowly started to dim, I pulled my robe onto my shoulders and tied the string around my waist. Detention had ended only five minutes ago, so I had rushed to get ready. Surprisingly, my efforts didn't go unnoticed.

The strong smell of coconut filled my nose as I walked down the hall. I smiled slightly at the arousing perfume I had spritzed on before leaving the girls dormitory. Having a mother who's in love with muggle fragrances had its benefits. Plus, she was always shopping. It seemed like a bonus. My stomach started to churn at the thought of meeting Malfoy. I had never felt anything for him, but as I walk through the vacant halls, my hands shook out of . . . excitement? I wasn't sure what this feeling was that boiled inside me, but ending it seemed inevitable.

A shudder ran through my body as my bare feet made contact with the cold tiled floors. Walking in this castle at night without wearing shoes was pretty much the stupidest thing I've ever done. The paintings around me watched as I walked down the spiral staircase in pure interest. I held my wand tightly in my hand, hoping the echoes of my soft footsteps wouldn't be heard throughout the large castle. Snape does appear at times when he's not needed. This time, I think I'll hex him. Yeah, I so would.

My thoughts of torturing Snape helped ease my nerves. It was sad to say that once the door to the Room of Requirement appeared I was literally shaking. The air around me seemed to halt as if time stood still. Time passed between me and the door. By now, I was sure that it had been approximately four minutes and I was still holding in my breath, but it didn't bother me at all. Suddenly the door opened. My mind screamed at me to hide or at least throw a curse at the unsuspecting student, but my body was so frozen in fear that it wouldn't respond.

Fudge I am a coward.

"So you sent me that note?" Cocky arrogant basturd. Ah, of course, only Malfoy could make me think a sentence that's 80% filled with profanities.

"Well, I didn't want to seem like the type of $Iut that would bend over at your whim." My voice seemed more stronger, more cockier than I expected. I was clearly shocked, but I chose to show that confidence instead of shying away from it. I placed a hand on my hip, intentionally allowing my deep crimson robe to slip off my left shoulder, showing off some skin as well as my black bra strap. This time, I didn't even have to look at Malfoy's face to see he was feeling extremely confident. I could tell just by the way his eyes locked with mine. They were filled with lust.

Committing sins seemed so fun. I don't know why I don't do it more often.

"So, Malfoy." I said in a seductive voice. I bit my lip as I looked him over. Well, I've seen Malfoy so many times this year, but at this moment he looked so different. The three top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, allowing me to take a very small glance at his chest. He was no muscle man, but by his lean physique, I could tell he was fit -- six pack fit.

Before I could even get my words out, his strong hands pinned my wrists to the wall and kept them in a tight grip, body closing the gap between us. His minty fresh breath hit my face. Tingles ran throughout my body. My heart rate hitched as I starred into his stormy gray eyes. My stomach was doing flips, but it felt good. Again, I didn't know what this feeling was that came over me, but I had a strong desire to touch him back, even though he hasn't done much for me yet.

Our faces were only inches apart and we were both panting heavily. As much as I hate to admit it, we both wanted this. For some strange reason, I liked the sadistic pleasure that Malfoy gave me. Just by the way his hands pinned my wrists and squeezed them frequently was enough. Slowly, we leaned into each other, giving into temptation. His soft lips pressed upon mine, making them burn at the feeling. My head started to spin as his pink muscle slipped it's way through my lips. We battled over dominance as the tension in my stomach started to rise. My robe started to fall, revealing my undergarments as it dropped on the floor. Then, I did the most stupidest thing I could do at night. When his lips left mine I turned my head and softly moaned. My lips felt cold without his.

I looked down and noticed Mrs. Norris. Her large glossy eyes watched us before meowing, signaling for Filch to come. I pushed Malfoy away and hurriedly started running through the halls. I could hear Filch's hoarsely voice grumbling about Peeves as he unknowingly chased after two students. I could feel Malfoy's hand lock with mine in a warm, strong embrace. We made a sharp turn on the left, then entered an abandoned classroom. The air around us ran cold. I prayed that the poltergeist wouldn't be here as Filch's footsteps eased closer to our location. It seemed like forever until his footsteps died down and we were left alone.

I could feel my back being pressed against the cold walls once more and my heartbeat accelerating again. My plan, ultimately, was a fail; I was only hurting myself in this game of cat and mouse. It was pathetic the way we chased each other, but also thrilling to find out how it ends. There was sweat and pants that came with this unnatural sensation that I didn't want to end. The real thrill of it was to see if we got caught, but I knew that this act was wrong.

I had done something horrible and didn't have the will to stop it.

I, myself, was pathetic. The next morning, I knew that when I saw Malfoy laying beside me.