Reluctant Savior by msscribe "Just because you can make me come, that doesn't make you Jesus." Tori Amos ~
"Do you enjoy humiliating me?"
I thought at first that it was another one of my nightmares, this particular one taking the usual tone of my father's voice. Then the pain bit into me and I came awake with a muffled gasp. Lucius was standing by my bed with his trusty silver knife in his left hand. The cool blade gleamed with blood. He had cut a mark in my arm, and the blood was bubbling up like red sweat.
I tried to speak. The gag he had placed on me reduced my words to muffled groans.
"I should slash your throat right now, and save myself the embarrassment you're bound to cause me later on," Lucius said caressing the blade across my throat. The pressure against the blade was barely enough to dent my skin, but it was painful nonetheless.
And in an instant, my gag was gone and the curse that bound me to the bed was lifted.
My father laughed.
"Let that scar be a reminder that we keep our appointments."
He left, and my mind searched for a reason. Why did he feel it necessary to come all the way to Hogwarts just to torture me? What had I done? Where hadn't I gone? I kept coming up blank.
I stood and watched the blood run down my arm for a few seconds. Goyle. I was supposed to meet Goyle in Diagon Alley and it had completely slipped my mind. That son of a bitch must have told his father.
I walked down the hall and into the bathroom. The mirror reflected walking death and was about to say something insulting no doubt before I threatened to hex it to a million pieces. I turned the brass knob and let the cool water run over my arm. The cold felt better than I thought it would and I wanted to fall into it, and let it freeze the rest of me.
#
When I walked into the Great Hall that morning, squeezed between my two nincompoops, I couldn't stop myself from looking for her.
Finding her wasn't a difficult task. Ginny stood out like a beacon. The knot in my throat was beginning to hurt. A million times I before I had tried to analyze what it was that Ginny and I had. Maybe it was desperation, and we were just uncomprehending witnesses to the mad urges of our bodies. Maybe it was more. It was the more part that tore me up the most.
Even I, Draco Malfoy, couldn't pretend that I was just fucking her, but I couldn't very well admit to anything else either.
Dean Thomas walked over to her then and draped his arm around her shoulder. I admit that I felt a pang of jealousy when he did this, but I turned away trying to force myself not to let my eyes wander towards her anymore.
"What's the matter with you lately?" Crabbe said.
"Nothing, why?" I answered as we sat down at table.
Pansy Parkinson walked in, flipping her hair at me. Then she sat down next to me and put her hand on my thigh. I let it stay.
"Terence Higgs fucked me so hard last night I thought he ripped me in two," she whispered.
We bantered like this sometimes.
"I didn't know you liked it like that." I replied indifferently.
She let her hand travel up a little farther.
"It turned me on so much that I almost wet myself."
I gave her a teasing glance. She let her tongue lick her top lip seductively. Pansy Parkinson was a crotch-grabbing, mattress-humping witch whose breathy squeals used to blast through my ceiling whenever I felt the urge. I suppose she had noticed that I hadn't felt the urge in a very long time and decided to remind me of what I had been missing.
"I didn't know you could be such a slut," I answered, looking away from her. She noticed when I broke our stare.
"What a short term memory you have Draco," she answered, laughing and standing to get up.
She could sense I wasn't into playing anymore, but I was grateful for the momentary distraction. At least Crabbe and Goyle were now too busy stuffing their faces to question the change in my usual demeanor.
#
Ginny began to talk to me in that sweet voice that made my hair stand on end. We were talking about the night, the full moon, and her impending potions final.
"You are going to help me aren't you?" she asked.
It was true, potions was my specialty. I had even edged out Granger for the highest grade last year. I would most likely do the same for our final year.
I rolled over onto my stomach and let her scratch my back softly with her neatly filed nails.
"Yes, I believe I can make time for that."
She laughed at me, a small giggle ending in a tiny choking noise that I had grown quite fond of.
"You sound so formal. Even while we lie here after fucking half the night away, you talk to me like we're sitting in class."
I smiled at her, now rolling back onto my side so I could slip my hand between her thighs and stroke her. With my lovers past, I used to spend this time sleeping deeply only moments after my orgasm. Somehow, I always remained awake with Ginny, holding her and touching her.
We would alternate talk with lazy sensuality, lingering somewhere on a slow plateau of arousal that didn't necessarily demand release. We had been doing this for almost five months now and it seemed that we still hadn't grown bored with these bouts of touching and kissing that led to sex so languid that our lovemaking was almost tantric in it's restraint.
Ginny's lips glistened. Her eyes were still fixed on mine. I let my finger glide around her clit in small quick circles and listened as her breathing changed to sweet little pants. She tried to reach for me, but I pushed her hand from my thigh. I wanted to watch her come without the distraction of being touched.
#
Goyle had a newspaper in one hand, and his suitcase in the other.
"Your not packed yet?" he said.
"For what?" I asked, still not dressed, "It's Wednesday morning for God's sake."
Goyle walked in and flicked open the paper. A moving picture had some wizards and witches running from an exploding building.
"My dad told me to get ready to take a long weekend. He told me there would be some heavy activity here at Hogwarts this afternoon…" he said smiling smugly, "He also said you'd be coming with us."
I looked at the photo again. It was an attack in Diagon Alley, the same day I had forgotten to meet up with Goyle. Now they were coming here.
"Not that we couldn't have used your help in Diagon Alley, but I think it went over pretty well…don't you? Dad says he's got a nice reward in mind for me."
Goyle ran his hand through his greasy hair. I gritted my teeth at his remark.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?"
He looked at me strangely then.
"I would have, but it seems you're letting your personal business get in the way of your responsibilities. Pansy says you've even shut her out… Dad says-"
I wrapped my hands around his thick throat and slammed his body against the wall. He was a weakling. He was larger in mass, but I knew he wouldn't fight back.
"Watch what you say!" I spat at him; "If I ever hear of you talking about my personal business with anyone again I swear I'll torment you until death!"
Goyle looked resentful, but nodded. I let him go. "I'm not leaving with you…personally, I prefer to stay here and watch which way the blood splatters."
I forced myself to say the last, knowing that not leaving with him would arouse some suspicion. I also knew my father would understand if he thought I was experiencing morbid curiosity. Hell, he'd probably even be proud of me.
"Glad to see you haven't changed…much. I wonder how many mudbloods and Gryffindors we'll take down today. I say it's time we cleaned up Hogwarts a little," Goyle said slamming the door behind him.
I was starting to sweat. There would be an attack. I slammed my fist against the door.
"Dammit Ginny!" I said under my breath as my knuckles began to swell.
#
"What do you want Malfoy?" Potter said, as I walked up to him, alone for once "No goons today?"
I didn't want to been seen talking too long to lightening-bolt head.
"Look Potter, I have some information for you so I expect you will use it wisely, although it might be expecting an awful lot."
I couldn't stand to be around him, but I knew boy wonder wouldn't betray any confidence, even mine.
"There is going to be an attack here today."
Harry Potter looked at me with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
"Don't over think this Potter. Just do something about it. Tell anyone I'm the one who told you and I'll deny it and never give you information again."
He nodded, understanding my desire not to have a lengthy conversation or the obligatory "why I'm doing something good" talk with him. Speaking to him without cursing him under my breath was already beginning to make me nauseous.
"Agreed," he replied.
We stood face to face, not quite knowing how to proceed with this conversation. It seemed I didn't have to say much to make him understand. I turned quickly and walked away, hoping no one had seen me, hoping that no one had noticed the world as I used to understand it fall into hell like a dead Dementor.
She was the reason.
#
The ministry had come and gone, foiling any attempts to attack Hogwarts that day. They had found enough explosive potion to blow Gryffindor tower sky high. Harry Potter was hailed as a hero again. He and Ron Weasley had "come across" plans to attack the school. I watched as they recieved pats on the back and hugs from their friends.
All through dinner, when I was sitting at the noticably less populated Slytherin table, Potter kept giving me these irritating looks of gratitude. He was mistaking me for someone who cared about the lives of himself and his little groupies. I only cared about her.
I ate in silence, disapointed that she wasn't there.
#
I took a long hot shower, soaking in the reality I had found myself in. Traitor to my family, traitor to my "friends". What had I done? Finally turning off the water, I reached for my towel and walked down the deserted Slytherin hallway. When I opened my door, Ginny was sitting on my bed illuminated only by the moon.
"Were you Harry's source?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.
I was uncomfortable in this role. The part of hero was more suited for crowd pleasers like Potter and her Weasel brother.
"You're here earlier than you usually are," I said ignoring the question and immodestly removing the towel wrapped around me.
"I wanted to see you. I wanted to know if you told Harry about us."
My back was to her, but I could see her worried expression in the mirror.
"No, of course I didn't."
She smiled and lay back onto my bed.
"You graduate in two weeks, and then there's the summer holiday. I had a long talk with Susan about us. She knows. I trust her. I want to go away for a week."
This didn't surprise me. It would have been impossible to keep her roommate in the dark any longer, especially since Ginny had been staying the night recently.
"So then go," I said, not yet understanding.
She laughed a little, and sat up again.
"I want to go away with you. I'm going to tell my family I'm doing some traveling with Susan, and you can make something up as well. We can travel, maybe the Muggle way, and just get away from everything. We can pretend to be a nice respectable couple."
The blouse she was wearing looked good on her. It matched her hair and her lips.
"Maybe."
She began to unbutton the blouse, and I watched her, half-mesmerized.
"You'd have me all to yourself for a week. No distractions."
She stopped unbuttoning and reached over to the glass of pumpkin juice I had sitting on my nightstand. I ran the comb through my hair vainly and looked back at her in the mirror. She was drinking it in small sips, looking at me still. At last, I went over to her and took the glass from her hand. Rather than put it back down, I took a drink, pooling some of the sweet nectar in my mouth and bent to kiss her…sharing it with her. She sucked at my tongue and allowed herself a soft purr of pleasure, realizing we had only just begun.
"I'll need some convincing," I said.
She moved close to me, breathing heated kisses onto my stomach. Her hands wrapped around my waist and she moved her head so she could coil her soft pink lips around my cock.
I set down the glass, and let my fingers trail around to the nape of her neck , through her flame red hair as her delicate fingers tipped with soft pink enamel trailed lightly up and down the base of my shaft, stirring me beyond measure.
I had to force myself to pull away, especially if I wanted to experience more of her.
"Let me undress you," I said to her, and she let her hands fall limp to her sides.
I removed her clothing from her slowly, letting my hand caress every part of her as it was revealed to me. She was craving my touch now, and I was torturing her.
She fell back onto my bed and I lay next to her. She rose a little, putting her arms around me. I took her head between my hands and led her mouth to mine. I wiggled my tongue to the back of her throat, sucking on her lips until they were swollen.
Ginny rolled on top of me and I moved my hands to cover her breasts. Then she mounted me, guiding me inside of her in one instantaneous motion, our return to grace.
She raised her knees, bending her legs around me and rode me vigorously until I grabbed her hips to slow her down.
I rolled over onto her and rode her in return, leaning on one hand so I could watch her bucking underneath of me. I filled her, sliding along her walls. Our fluids mingled, our moans mingled, both coming from deeper than our throats.
#
It was raining outside. Ginny was wearing my Quidditch t-shirt and leaning against the windowsill wondering when she should make her exit.
"It's like liquid light when it hits glass," she said.
It was almost dawn now.
"Did you bring anything to keep you dry?" I asked.
She smirked at me.
"Such a gentleman you've become Draco," she mocked.
I groaned at this remark and sat up in the bed.
"Why don't you wait until after first period, be late for once. We could plan our temporary escape," I said, missing her warmth lying next to me.
She thought for a moment. Then she walked to the bed, sliding in next to me.
"Alright," she said, "We'll plan our escape."
I didn't know that we weren't such a secret anymore. I continued for quite some time believing only Ginny, Susan and myself knew about us. I didn't know Potter had pulled out his map for the first time in a year the night before, surprised at the two students he saw together. Then, upon looking at it again that morning, had realized that those two students had spent the entire night together. Two students whom he would have never imagined as lovers.