What's That Pretty French Song 2010

[HP]third room on the left

Title: third room on the left.
Fandom: Harry Potter .
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R.
Word Count: 265 .
Prompt: "Close the door." @ fanfic_italia
Genre: Flash! Fic.
EFP: LINK.
Summary: - Close the door .- whispers then, pinning her with those cold eyes.
Run without saying a word, and like five years from now to that part, you get close to him, beginning to undress with automatic gestures. You leave behind you the trail of clothes, which soon join her.
Notes.
1. Not betata. Sorry for any mistakes.
2. Written for the 'Italian P0rn Fest, second edition.



The sound of your footsteps echoes between the damp walls of the dormitory, but you do not care. It does not matter that someone feels, moreover, everyone knows where you're going. Who are you going.
A shiver goes down my spine when you leave the hall, live in one of the empty classrooms of groundwater. The third left, to be exact. At least he had the kindness to tell you, so that you could not wander unnecessarily. And, as you hope, to end soon.
He is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, and his gaze is fixed on the bored door behind you. He was silent for what seems like an eternity to you.
- .- Close the door, then whispered, pinning her with those cold eyes.
Run without saying a word, and like five years from now to that part, you get close to him, beginning to undress with automatic gestures. You leave behind you the trail of clothes, which soon join her.
That night you stay with him and you are unable to oppose or reject it.
I will not be ever your , you'd want to scream, while his lips down to your breast, but a whimper betrays you. You do not want, but your brain does not seem to control your body, instead yearns to feel his touch.
And, while his fingers insinuate themselves between your thighs I feel a familiar feeling. You feel used, dirty. And you know we can not do anything. That 's what it feels like to be the slut of Malfoy, and you know it.