Demolition Lovers (A Draco Story) Part 3

"Good morning sunshine," a soft and low voice whispered into my ear. I groaned and covered my head with the sheets. "Go away," I said, my voice muffled, still half-asleep and not wanting to wake up. "But sugar, you're on my bed," the voice replied in an amused and dryly sarcastic tone, and finally the events of last evening flooded into my head. I thrust the sheets away and discovered myself curled up on top of Malfoy, my head resting on his shoulder. "What the - ah, god. How did I get on you?" I asked, lifting my head from him and pulling the blanket back over myself, seeing as I was still wearing the s.lutty nightgown. Well, its still a bit better than nothing, I thought. Its a good thing he didnt undress me in my sleep. "Don't look at me. I didn't put you there," Draco replied, blond hair ruffled from sleep and making him look like the cutest thing in the world. "Just couldn't resist me, eh?" He said, smirking and brushing my hair away from my face almost tenderly. "You really can never shut up, can you?" I said, getting up from the bed and stretching. Draco was enjoying this greatly, for it was a chance to see even more of my already revealed body. "Stop staring," I commanded, turning to face him. "Ah, but I can do whatever I want with you, slave," Draco replied evilly.
uh oh... that's not a good thing, is it now? (me: *shakes head frantically*)
(Back to Laeh's P.O.V. of what just happened)
Malfoy and I finished the rest of breakfast in a slightly menacing silence. I would look up from my plate and shoot occasional glares at him, but he would just ignore me. So much for not hating each other, I thought, feeling admittedly disappointed as I walked back up the long stairs and hallways to my room, not having the strength and motivation to apparate. He shouldnt matter. I mean, he doesnt, I thought defiantly as I opened the door to the peaceful solitude of my room. Finally, some alone time... I started to unpack my suitcase and load the things into a nearby dresser, seeing that a certain somebody delayed me yesterday. Hmmm. I don't remember packing this much s.hit. But then again, I never remember anything, I thought as I crammed the last of my clothes into a final drawer. I went into the bathroom, dumped my toiletries on the counter, and splashed my face with cool water. I looked up into the mirror-wall, scowled at my reflection, wiped my hands on my shorts, and walked back out into the room. Sunlight was streaming through the beautifully clear glass window, bright and radiant. Just like Draco's smile... wait, I'm not supposed to be thinking about him! I collapsed on a soft leather couch in exasperation, now more confused than I had ever been. I knew it was a mistake coming here, I thought, peeling off my nail polish unconsciously. A summer with the Malfoys is bound to go wrong somewhere.
(me: yes, i am out of smart-ass comments. so bite me.)
I surveyed my temporary room, looking around for something to do (in truth, something to distract me from thinking about Draco. But I would never admit that). The large window was to the left of me, stretching out to the end of the wall and revealing part of the huge property of the Malfoys. Way to show off your riches and make even me feel poor. There was a painting of a serpent gracefully wrapped around an ancient stone pillar on the adjacent wall. I've heard about pride, but isn't there a limit when pride for a house becomes obsession? Pretty painting, though. I wish I had talent like that... it would be so wonderful to be able to create a work of art that people can sit back and admire, thinking about what inspired the artist and so and so... The dresser lay underneath the painting, and on the floor was where my open and now empty suitcase was. And then there was the short carpeted hallway to the bathroom. Just a little beyond that, I spotted my guitar case, thrown on the floor and abandoned. "Awww. You poor thing," I said to my guitar as I took it out and rubbed it lovingly (yes, I'm strange like that), then started to play "Romance", the first track on the MCR CD I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love. I've never found out the real name of this classical piece. It's so... beautiful and old, practically timeless. It reminds me of the song "Greensleeves". Remembering that, I began to play it, singing along wordlessly. Ah, this is the true meaning of relaxati -
click.
A sudden loud crack interrupted my serenity. Looking up rather reluctantly from my guitar, I saw Malfoy before me, and groaned loudly. "A.sshole," I said, trying to forget my surging feelings lying beneath my calm and emotionless exterior, and turned around to place my guitar against the bed in an attempt to hide my face. "You just had to interrupt my one moment of peace with your unholy presence." But... that's not true. Why am I lying to him? Draco's face contorted slightly, in a saddening way, like an abandoned kitten, and I felt the ice melt away from my heart. Wordlessly, he came over to the bed and sat down beside me, staring into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity. And I was holding my breath the entire time. "Your eyes... they are enchanting," Draco said softly, taking me completely by surprise. I felt the sides of my lips go up in a slight smile. Great. He has moodswings and s.hit. Just like f.ucking me. Draco looked tired, very tired, and he indeed was. He lay his head down upon my lap, a firm and reassuring weight keeping me sane.
click.
"Sing me a song," Draco mouthed hoarsely, as my hands wound their way through his silken hair. I think he'll like "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville"... I thought, not questioning the oddness of what was going on. This is a dream. It has to be one; the essence of the air, the feel of our hearts beating together as one, just everything... "Late dawns and early sunsets," I began, my voice faltering slightly from emotion. "Just like my favorite scenes. Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like upon the screens." The evenness of Draco's breathing calmed my pounding heartbeat, as I felt myself swell within the music. "And the whole time while always giving, counting your face among the living..." I continued on, the lyrics and notes flowing from me as if things were meant to be this way. Draco's presence was right by me, comforting and touching and everything I could've ever wished it to be. I think I love him... I really do... But how can I love Draco Malfoy? Does he even care at all? Is this all just a terrible mistake... ? Deep within me, I wished with all my might that it wasn't true. I wanted to love him, and I wanted to accept Draco for who he truly is, hiding beneath all the shadows of his fake identities.
click.
He got up and wrapped his arms around me from behind and began to nibble my neck provocatively. I felt my knees getting weak and I shuddered in pleasure, feeling as if I was about to collapse. I tilted my head back on impulse, closing my eyes and letting out a small moan. "What, does that mean you want more?" Draco's arrogant voice brought me back to reality, which was in a supposedly hated boy's arms, and pushed him away immediately. A second later, I just stood there staring into his icy blue eyes. "You confuse me so," I whispered, then abruptly moved away from him. Draco was standing there in the middle of the room with a sheepish look on his face, which was so priceless that I had to laugh. He looked slightly irritated, and sat back down on the bed. "That wasn't funny," he mumbled, pouting at me. "Oh, yes it was. You should've seen yourself," I replied, walking over to the closet and finding a pair of my ripped black shorts and an MCR wife beater already laid out. "That was most definitely not the Slytherin prince." I tore off the ridiculous dress, not bothering to go into the bathroom due to my utter laziness and lack of decency, thus leaving me in nothing but a black bra and panties in front of Malfoy.
AHHH!! avert your eyes, draco!!
Draco's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head. "What? This is practically what you were seeing before," I said, raising my eyebrows. "Yeah, but to a guy, it makes a world of difference," he said, still staring openly. I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly. "You are a sick, sick person," I said, putting on the shirt and stepping into the shorts quickly so Draco would have nothing to stare at. "Yeah, I know. You told me that awhile ago," Draco said in an almost... proud tone. "F.ucking mudblood," I muttered, finger-combing my hair briefly. "What did you call me?" Draco snapped, standing up and looking angry. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," I said teasingly.
teeheehee. i like playing with his mind.
"Go put some clothes on and we'll go eat. I'm starved. I said. "Hey, you're not supposed to be the one giving the orders around here," Draco said, but nevertheless found a black button-up shirt and a pair of gray jeans to wear and pulled them on. "Awww, little Drakie's all grown up. He can even put on his clothes by himself!" I said, mocking him. "Shut up, woman," he retorted. Somebody has anger management problems... "And dont f.ucking call me - " Draco stuttered a bit, and I finished the sentence for him in a fakely sweet voice. "Drakie?" I offered innocently, smiling at his face turning bright pink. "Yes! And dont you ever call me that again!" He snapped, and grabbed my arm, pulling me out the door forcefully. "Let's go eat bloody breakfast then," he muttered angrily, and I giggled. I made the Slytherin prince blush and stutter all at the same time. I dont think anyone has done that before.
haha. drakie... how cute...
"Hand it over, Laeh," Draco protested, trying to snatch the cream pitcher from my evasive grasp. I laughed at his vain attempts at getting the pitcher back. We were at breakfast by ourselves, since the Malfoys were away at Knockturn Alley doing some dangerous shit. Hey, I don't need bloody Draco to tell me that his family is involved with the Dark Arts; I know it. Anyway, Malfoy always liked cream in his tea, and I was taunting him by stealing it and not giving it back. "I mean it!! I order you to give it back, he said smugly, finally remembering our deal. I groaned, and reluctantly handed the cream pitcher over, and watched Draco pour a considerable amount into his cup. "Took you long enough to figure it out. And you couldve just used accio," I said cheerfully, reaching over his arm for the toast. Draco stopped drinking his tea momentarily, trying to think of a proper comeback, but instead he just sneered as best he could over the brim of the cup and continued drinking.
awww. drakie likes cream in his tea! (me: hush before he hears you...)
"What's this? Is the famous Draco Malfoy at a loss for words?" I said, taking the opportunity to make him mad. When you're stuck with Draco for a whole summer and a month as his personal slave, the least you could do is to torment him. "No, I just didn't feel like talking. And really, DeLucas, you should stop b.itching about my social position. It took me considerable time and effort to get where I am now, unlike you, who is sadly friendless and a Goth." Draco replied in a cold tone. "Ha. And to think I care what you have to say," I spat back as Malfoy became quiet and began to eat, a malicious gleam in his eyes that wasnt there before. I was taken aback slightly by his sudden change of attitude. Don't be silly, it's not like he hasn't said that a thousand times to me before, I thought, trying to convince myself it was nothing. But... why does it hurt this time? Is it because he was being nice, and I slept in the same bed as him - no, what the hell am I thinking? It was just one night he was using to take advantage of me... but... it was so wrong, yet felt so right...
click.
(Draco's P.O.V.)
I sat outside on a marble bench, flipping mindlessly through a quidditch magazine. The look on Laeh's face after what I had said to her at breakfast kept recurring, and I gave up trying to read and threw the magazine over my shoulder. Why the hell is DeLucas making me feel this way, like I have to be sorry? Shes just a bloody annoying Goth kid who I am stuck with for the summer... who is witty and endearing and talented and smart and - My head bolted up after realizing what I had been thinking about Laeh. She isn't all that great! And it's not as if I haven't had a girl sleeping with me before, I thought, smirking to myself like a maniac. And we didn't even do anything, which was quite a disappointment, really. Conspicuously, the image of Laeh as she took off the dress kept replaying inside my head. And dont act like you f.ucking haven't seen a girl in her undergarments before! But... she was the most gorgeous one... I shook my head in defeat. Something must be wrong with me. Maybe shes f.ucking with my mind? But I know bloody well she isn't... I groaned and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. There's no use thinking about it, I suppose. It'll pass. Meanwhile, I better go find Laeh so that I can give her some other ridiculous and embarrassing order to fufill.
what a b.astard.
I got up and walked out of the back garden, entering the manor through the back doors. Hmmm. Wonder where she is... Getting an obvious idea, I snapped my fingers and apparated into the middle of Laehs room. She didn't notice me for a second. Laeh was sitting on the edge of her bed, busy picking away at a guitar and singing, her voice soft and serene and melodic. Laeh lifted up her head after hearing the annoying crack that always accompanied the otherwise convenient apparating technique and groaned loudly in despair. "A.sshole," she muttered monotonously, leaning the guitar against her bed. "You just had to interrupt my one moment of peace with your unholy presence." I started to smirk, but decided against it. Laeh's right - I am an a.sshole... I walked over to the bed, sitting beside her, feeling strangely tired and losing my usual bully spirit. Laeh didn't say anything, though. She was just staring at me with those round, silver eyes, and I was mesmerized by their fluid and sparkling quality. "Your eyes... they are enchanting," I murmured, unaware of speaking my thoughts aloud. Laeh gave me a small but genuine smile. I had a sudden impulse to lay my head down on her lap and just rest, which I did without hesitation. Okay, can somebody tell me what the f.uck just happened?
click.
"Sing me a song," I whispered, the words coming unexpectedly and unwilled. I closed my eyes as Laeh began to stroke my hair absentmindedly, probably trapped in a mysterious trance herself. "Late dawns and early sunsets," she began, her voice lovely and low, trembling slightly, resonating throughout my mind as if it were the only thing keeping me there. "Just like my favorite scenes." I don't know this song, but I like it. "Then holding hands and life was perfect. Just like upon the screen. And the whole time while always giving, counting your face among the living..." I closed my eyes, feeling myself drift into the blissful calm of nothingness, floating on the sound of Laeh's voice and the deep lyrics. "Up and down escalators. Pennies and colder fountains. Elevators and half-priced sales. Trapped in by all these mountains..." I wonder who this is by... there are some strange words, but surely muggles can't write something this good. Maybe Laeh did... "Running away and hiding with you. I never thought they'd get me here. Not knowing you change from just one bite. I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight..." Laeh's voice continued on, carrying me into sweet, heavenly oblivion. How can she make me feel this way? Why am I... falling in love with her?
click.
thanks for reading... oh, and if anybody could tell me where to find some newer draco pictures (preferrably from the 4th movie), i'd really appreciate it. rate & message as always, please.