The stairs to the girl’s dormitories felt different tonight, as if the very wood of the castle recognized his intrusion. Harry climbed the wrong flight of stairs, moving past the familiar scents of the Gryffindor quarters and heading toward the territory he had no business occupying. The Slytherin dormitories were a place of green light and silvered surfaces, a stark contrast to the warmth of his own house. He kept his footsteps light as he reached the landing where the shadows of the stone walls met the soft, emerald glow of the enchanted lamps.
Draconia was already there, waiting in the stillness of the upper corridor. She stood by the entrance to the dormitory, her silhouette a sharp, elegant line against the dim light. She did not look surprised to see him, nor did she look frightened. She simply stood there with her arms crossed, her eyes tracking his progress up the stairs.
"You are braver than you were a week ago," Draconia said, her voice low and steady.
"I am tired of being careful," Harry replied, stepping into the small space she occupied.
"The stairs are treacherous when you do not belong," she noted, stepping back to allow him entry into the room.
"Then let me be a trespasser," he said, and they moved into the dormitory together.
The room was dominated by the massive four-poster beds, their heavy velvet curtains pulled partially shut. The light from the lake filtered through the high windows, casting a shimmering, underwater green across the floor. It was a strange, rhythmic light that seemed to pulse with the movement of the water outside. Draconia led him toward her bed, the one furthest from the door, where the light was most intense.
"Sit," she commanded, though her tone lacked its usual sharp edge.
Harry sat on the edge of the mattress, the velvet soft beneath his palms. He watched her as she began to unfasten the buttons of her robe, her movements deliberate and slow. The green light caught the curve of her waist and the pale skin of her shoulders. There was no mockery in her eyes tonight, no clever retort waiting to be hurled at him like a weapon.
"Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.
"I want to be here," he said, reaching out to touch the silk of her sleeve.
"It is a long way up from the common room," she said, a small smile playing at her lips.
"I did not walk all this way to turn back," Harry answered.
Draconia moved closer, her body a warm weight against his as she settled onto the bed. He felt the heat of her skin through his thin shirt, the sensation vivid in the quiet room. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, and he felt the tension of the week begin to dissolve.
"Fuck me," she whispered against his skin, her voice blunt and devoid of any poetical pretense.
Harry gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. He pulled her closer, feeling the friction of their bodies as he moved her toward the center of the bed. He pushed her back against the pillows, his hands working at the fastenings of her clothes. Her knickers were a thin, silken barrier that he tore aside to find her wet. Her pussy was warm and swollen, the lips of her cunt slick with her own moisture.
He stripped his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion, his cock springing free, hard and heavy. He watched the way the green light hit the length of his shaft, the veins standing out in the dimness. He leaned down, his mouth finding her breasts, teasing the dark nipples that stood hard in the cool air. Draconia let out a low, guttural groan, her legs spreading wider to welcome him.
"Harder," she breathed, her fingers tangging in his hair.
He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against her wetness. He pushed inside her slowly, the sensation of her tight, hot walls gripping him as he entered. He felt the stretch of her, the way her pussy molded to his shape. He began to fuck her, his hips driving forward in a rhythmic, punishing pace. Each thrust sent a jolt of heat through his spine. He watched her face as he did it, the way her eyes drifted shut and her head fell back into the pillow.
"You are so fucking deep," she gasped, her hips rising to meet every strike of his pelvis.
He increased the speed, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her p\\ussy filling the quiet room. The wet, slapping sound of their skin hitting together was the only noise in the emerald light. He reached down, his thumb finding her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive nub as he continued to fuck her. Draconia arched her back, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps as he drove himself into her.
"I want to feel everything," she said, her voice a ragged plea.
He gripped her thighs, pulling them up toward her shoulders so he could go even deeper. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, smelling the scent of her skin and the dampness of the room. He felt the build of his orgasm, the pressure in his groin becoming an ache that demanded release. He pushed harder, his cock sliding through the slick of her cunt with every heavy thrust. He could feel her internal muscles pulsing around him, squeezing him with a strength that made him groan.
"Give it to me, Harry," she whispered, her eyes opening to meet his.
He drove into her one last time, his body shaking as he reached his peak. He felt the hot burst of his cum erupting inside her, the thick fluid filling her as he pulsed deep within her womb. She cried out, her body convulsing around him as she came, her pussy clamping tight on his cock in a series of violent, delicious spasms. They stayed joined there, the heat of their bodies melding in the green light of the lake, as the rhythm of the water outside slowed to a gentle, rhythmic sway. He watched her, seeing the way her expression softened into something genuine, something stripped of all the armour she wore in the light of day. It was the first time he had seen the girl behind the mask, and he realized she had asked for him without a single insult to guard her heart.