Of Silver and Green

Chapter 28 The Mating Habits of Slytherins

Draco walked into his bedroom, Brynne by his side, and was promptly slammed against the door. He stared down at the fiery redhead in shock. She winked up at him, eyes sparkling wickedly.

"I suppose this means I'm forgiven for not believing you then?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh no, don't think you're going to escape punishment that easily," she said in mock indignation, tracing her finger down Draco's chest suggestively.

"What are you going to do?" he asked grinning, and stepping towards her somewhat eagerly.

Brynne took a step back and looked at him coyly. "Absolutely nothing." His face fell. "...Until I get you to take a shower," she continued smugly.

She advanced on him slowly, like a cat hunting her prey, and pressed him back against the door. Draco reached for her, but she evaded his grasp. "No you don't," she said playfully. "I'm in control." She reached up and ruffled his hair, letting her finger graze the outer curve of his ear. She saw him shiver. This was going to be fun. Brynne looked him up and down and was delighted to notice he had put his Hogwarts uniform back on after the match. The more clothes the better. This was going to make her game all the more interesting.

She took him by the front of his shirt and pulled him over to the bed. She expertly removed his tie and strung it around her neck, smirking. Then Brynne began to unbutton Draco's vest at an excruciatingly slow pace, never breaking eye contact. When she finally got to all the buttons, she slowly pulled the vest off and began to work on his shirt. Eventually, Draco grew impatient with her pace and moved to help, but she flicked his hands away.

When Brynne finally got the pale boy's shirt open, she took a step back and smiled at her handiwork, as well as Draco's finely chiseled chest. Smooth, milky skin stretched taut over firm muscle. Oh yes, Brynne had been correct when she had ascertained that he had a swimmer's body.

She ran her hands over his pecs lightly, grazing her fingernails slightly over toned muscle. She felt another shiver run through him and she smirked slightly as she tugged the shirt from his shoulders.

Brynne unbuttoned the cuffs at each of his wrists before pulling the shirt off completely. She liked him this way, with clear access to his obliques. She ran one finger along the undeniably sexy curve of muscle.

She looked up into Draco's face and was pleased to find an expression of almost pained ecstasy on his face, his eyes half-closed and full of desire. She grinned evilly in response. She had no intention of letting up yet. Ravishing was fun, but perhaps the slow, torturous approach also had its own little charm.

Brynne placed her palm flat on Draco's sternum and pushed him down into a sitting position on his bed. Then she bent, and at an achingly slow pace began to remove his shoes and socks.

"You're driving me crazy. Did you know that?" Draco asked in an uncharacteristically husky voice.

"I believe that was the point, dear," she said playfully, her eyes glittering wickedly. She pushed him down on the bed and pulled his arms over his head and pinned them there, running her fingernails lightly along the inside of his biceps.

Draco shivered before beginning to squirm uncontrollably. "Stop that!" he howled between peals of laughter. "That's not fair!"

Brynne gave him an odd look. "You expected me to be fair? Are you insane?" But she did stop, and instead began to nibble his ear.

Draco growled in mock frustration and tried to capture her mouth with his. She evaded his advances and released his wrists so she could ruffle his hair. This was where Brynne made her mistake. The instant his hands were free, Draco grasped Brynne's waist and flipped them both bodily, so that she was pinned beneath him.

He leaned down to kiss her, but she wriggled out of reach, screaming with laughter as he tickled her sides. "Cheater!" she gasped breathlessly.

Draco grinned down evilly. "All's fair in love and war."

Brynne reached up and cuffed him lightly in the shoulder. She shifted restlessly beneath the blonde boy until she had inched out from under him. She stood up beside the bed and pulled Draco up in front of her.

She made a move to kiss him, but at the last moment, swerved her lips away and spoke quietly into his ear instead. "You smell of sweat and blood. I insist you take a shower before I'll kiss you. And brush your teeth as well," she added with a smirk. "You had blood in your mouth, and I'm not a really big fan of the flavour."

She slowly walked around him, trailing her fingers lightly around his waist, her movements resembling a belt turn. As she came back around, Draco took her right hand in his left, and performed an overhand twirl. She then spun out wide, both her and Draco's arms taut, before she spun back in, Draco's arm curling around her body in an almost protective manner, Brynne's back pressed flush against his solid chest.

They stood like that for several minutes breathing heavily, neither wanting to be the first to move. Eventually, Draco used his free hand to move Brynne's braid off her back and dipped his head to slowly kiss the tender flesh at the base of her neck. She sighed and leaned her head back on his shoulder as he began to nibble her earlobe.

Then, with no warning, Brynne released his hand and pushed off him, slowly turning to regard him, an eyebrow hoisted. "I suggest you take that shower now," she said finally. "Before the stench becomes nauseating." Her upper lip twitched as she tried to hide a smile. Her eyes shone gleefully.

Draco raised one graceful eyebrow in response. "I'll have you know that it is impossible for a Malfoy to have a nauseating stench."

"Whatever you say, o' ye of little hygiene and much perspiration," she said, no longer able to keep the giggling at bay.

Draco opened his mouth to shoot of a smart reply, but was cut short when he found himself being shoved unceremoniously into the bathroom. As her turned to shout at Brynne, he barely ducked in time to avoid the forest green towel that came flying at his head. "And don't forget your teeth!" he heard her shout as she closed the bathroom door in his face. "Little hygiene, eh?" he muttered to himself as he discarded what was left of his clothes. "I'll show her..."

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Meanwhile, Brynne had collapsed on Draco's bed, holding her sides until her laughter had subsided. My, but that had been fun! The look on Draco's face had been priceless when she had thrown the towel at him. But the dancing...that had been something else entirely.

When Draco had spun her, the action had triggered a memory. She played it over in her mind, the way it had felt when they were dancing...and she remembered. She had had a dream a few weeks ago in which there had been dancing. She even remembered telling Draco about it. They had both transfigured in the dream, but only now did she realize what she had seen in Draco's place: Quicksilver.

Then Brynne remembered that that hadn't been the only time she had seen Quicksilver before. She remembered another dream she had had, in which Quicksilver had killed a huge black King cobra and then laid it at her feet, much like the real Quicksilver had done with Lucius' cane.

Brynne smiled to herself. She had these kinds of dreams all the time; she really ought to start realizing what they mean and listening to them.

She heard the water in the bathroom turn off. Draco would be out shortly. She removed the hair tie from her braid and slowly ran her fingers through her hair, sending coppery waves down her back. She heard the knob turn and spun around expectantly to face the bathroom door.

The door opened and Draco stepped out into the room. Brynne's eyes grew as large as dinner-plates and she found herself completely speechless except for one word. "Towel," she squeaked.

And indeed, it appeared that that was all Draco was wearing. It didn't even seem as if he had used the towel before wrapping around his waist. He was dripping from head to toe with water, his chest glistening with moisture, his hair hanging limp and floppy around his face.

Draco grinned. Brynne was staring at him with what could only be described as awe and unfettered desire, the exact reaction he had intended. "I'm guessing from the look on your face that you are no longer concerned with my 'nauseating stench'," he teased.

Brynne's head felt like her brain was lost in a thick fog. She shook her head, both in answer to his question and in an attempt to clear her mind.

After she succeeded, to a point, she realized this had been a play for power. And it had come very close to working. She smiled coyly, looking him up and down like he was the most delicious dessert she had ever seen. All things considered, he was.

She closed the gap between them in several quick steps and immediately claimed his mouth with hers, wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his dripping wet locks.

At first, Draco seemed to be a bit shocked by Brynne's forwardness, but then quickly relaxed into the kiss, parting her lips with his tongue. The two tongues battled for control of the kiss; Brynne finally conceding as she decided what she was going to do next. She smirked slightly around his kiss at her evil idea.

Draco pulled away slightly and kissed his way down Brynne's neck to her collarbone. Brynne bit her lip slightly, eyes half-closed. She slowly began to disentangle her hands from his hair, slowly letting them travel down his neck, shoulders, and arms to rest lightly on his hips.

Brynne stood up on her tiptoes and ran her tongue from Draco's throat to his ear, biting down rather decisively on the lobe. As she did this, she stepped back away from Draco, and in a swift, fluid motion, took his towel with her.

She whipped the towel around her head as she stared at him shamelessly, her eyes glittering wickedly. Draco made no move to cover himself, and as he closed the gap between them, Brynne tossed the towel into the far corner of the room, where it landed with a wet smack. Neither of them even heard it hit.

~Fin~