The lake was a wall of dark, moving jade behind the glass of the window seat. Draconia sat with her back to the cold surface of the water, her spine pressed against the velvet upholstery of the bench. The light from the Slytherin common room was dim, but the emerald glow from the deep water outside bled through the pane to illuminate her skin. She watched the way the green light caught the edges of her hands as she rested them on the ledge. Harry was standing just a few feet away, a silhouette against the flickering light of the hearth, but her eyes remained fixed on the undulating shadows of the lake. The water was heavy and deep, a silent observer to the tension that had been building between them for weeks.
"You look like you are listening to the water," Harry said. He moved closer to the window seat, his boots making no sound on the stone floor.
"It is quiet down here," Draconia replied. She turned her head to look at him, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder. "It is the only place in the castle where the noise of the world actually stops."
"Do you think they are watching us?" He reached out, his hand hovering near the edge of her seat.
"They are always watching," she said. She stood up, turning her body so that she faced the glass, her back to the room and the people who might see them through the darkened panes. "But they can only see what we allow them to see."
Harry stepped into her space, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the glass at her back. He pressed his hands to the ledge on either side of her waist, trapping her between his body and the lake. The green light of the water cast a sickly, beautiful glow over his face. He looked at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch in her throat.
"Tell me," he whispered. "Tell me something while we are here. Before the world starts again."
Draconia felt the heat of him, the solid weight of his chest as he leaned in. She reached up, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until his thighs pressed against her hips. The friction was a sharp, sudden sensation that made her ache.
"The contract is a debt," she said, her voice low and steady as she felt him press into her. "It is a way to ensure that the blood stays pure and the names stay relevant. My father has already agreed to the terms."
She felt the way his body stiffened at her words, but she did not let him pull away. She wanted him to hear the truth while she was shielded by the dark water and the glass. She wanted the words to land while she was vulnerable, pinned between his strength and the weight of the lake.
"He is buying a future," she continued, her breath hitching as Harry’s hands slid from the ledge to her hips. "And he is using me to pay for it."
Harry did not respond with words. Instead, he reached down and bunched her skirts in his hands, pulling the fabric up until it sat around her waist. He lifted her slightly, guiding her legs to wrap around his hips so she could sit on the edge of the window seat. The cold of the glass seeped through the back of her dress, but the heat of his skin was a frantic, driving force.
He unfastened his trousers with blunt, efficient movements, his eyes never leaving hers. Draconia watched him, her heart hammering against her ribs. He was unashamed of the sight of his thick, hard cock. It was dark and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum as it pulsed in the green light. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, feeling the vein that throbbed under her touch.
"I want you," he said, his voice a low growl. "I want to fuck you right here, where the water is the only thing watching."
He guided himself to her opening, the tip of his cock rubbing against the wetness of her pussy. Draconia leaned back, her spine pressing hard against the glass, her head tilting back as he pushed inside her. He entered her with one long, heavy thrust, his cock filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a blunt, stretching fullness that made her gasp.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged. He began to move, his hips driving into her with a steady, rhythmic force. Every time he plunged into her, her cunt gripped him tight, the walls of her sex sliding over his warm, hard skin. He was deep, hitting her cervix with each heavy lunge, making her vision blur.
Draconia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she could feel the weight of his body. He moved inside her with a primal desperation, his cock sliding in and out of her soaking wetness. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, rhythmic slapping in the quiet alcove. He was fucking her hard, his movements unrefined and powerful. She felt the slickness of her own juices coating his shaft as he retreated and pushed back in, the friction driving her toward the edge.
"Harry," she moaned, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. "Harder."
He obeyed, his thrusts becoming faster and more violent. He gripped her thighs, pulling her legs wider so he could drive his cock even deeper into her pussy. The green light of the lake seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She felt the build of the pressure in her lower belly, a tightening coil that demanded release. He was a blunt force of nature, his cock a thick, unrelenting rod that stretched her with every lunge.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "Your cunt is squeezing me so hard."
He pushed himself in one last time, pinning her against the glass. He stayed there for a moment, his cock buried deep within her, his breath coming in ragged-sounding gassps. Then, he began to hammer at her, his movements frantic and shallow as he sought the most sensitive part of her. Draconia felt the climax rushing up to meet her. Her internal muscles clamped around him, pulsing in a rhythmic, desperate squeeze.
"I'm coming," she choked out, her body shuddering. "Harry, please."
He didn't slow down. He drove into her one last time, his cock slamming into her depth as he let out a guttural shout. She felt the hot, thick spurt of his cum hitting the back of her womb, the sensation of him filling her making her arch her back and cry out. He kept fucking her even as he came, the rhythm of his hips a frantic, desperate beat until he finally collapsed against her, his weight pinning her to the window seat.
She stayed there in the quiet, the warmth of his cum spreading inside her, the green light of the lake still watching them from the other side of the glass. The world was silent again, the contract a heavy, unspoken thing between them in the emerald dark.