Detention with Draco and Snape was uneventful. Snape had kept a close, suspicious eye on the pair throughout the hour, making them sit in total silence. Draco had been assigned to sit three rows directly behind Rosie, so that any form of communication was blatantly obvious to the professor. It was almost as if Snape had caught wind of their *very subtle* interactions.

For the duration, Rosie could almost feel the burning heat of Draco's gaze on the back of her head. Self conscious of her posture, she fidgeted and squirmed uncomfortably, before deciding to rest her head on the desk awkwardly.

The hour ticked by frustratingly slowly. A whole hour of silence. A whole hour to think. And of course, she thought about Draco. About the impulsive, heated, desperate kiss they shared just moments before. The room was so silent she could hear his slow breathing, and she wanted nothing more than to throw a chair at Snape, grab Draco and escape.

His steady, deep breaths taunted her. How was he so calm? Rosie's heart was still beating maniacally. He seemed to have this effect on her; like she had just taken a drug and it was coursing through her veins, pumping adrenaline all around her body. To her, Draco was like a drug: addictive and euphoric, but very dangerous...very bad for her. Was he worth it? The only feelings she had for him were sexual, and perhaps a curious fantasy for something that she didn't know yet. He made her feel things even Cedric, or any other boy, had never quite awakened within her. Draco made her feel desired. He made her feel like she was the drug.

There was a fear within her that she wasn't enough for Draco, that she was too different from him- as he had pointed out in their last argument. What if he got bored with her?

Summoning confidence, she slowly began to tie up her hair in a ponytail, exposing the creamy skin of her neck. She tilted her head to the side, elongating her neck and sighed, smiling as she heard Draco cough with surprise behind her.

Draco's hands twitched impatiently as he watched her gather her cascading curls of hair up. Seeing her stretch and sigh like that made his crotch restless, and all he wanted to do was grab her and turn her over on the desk, wrapping his hands around that soft neck of hers. Smirking, he let his thoughts wander to when she was naked and lying on that exact desk, moaning and whimpering under his command...because of him. She had come undone because of him. Her submission made him feel formidable and he wanted to feel that power again.

As soon as Snape announced that detention was over and they exited the room, Draco grabbed Rosie's small hand roughly, pulling her down a few corridors until he was certain Snape wouldn't happen along them. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked the shy intimacy of his hand enveloping hers...in a way it was another form of feeling like her protector. But he hastily let go of her hand as soon as they stopped walking. Hand holding...no, that was just too intimate for him to handle.

She bit her lip, watching him with coy amusement and in seconds his lips came crashing onto hers. An hour without her touch had felt like years.

Draco's hands were tearing across her body, as if in a trance of desperate desire. His hands reached between her legs, and he bunched up her skirt, allowing his fingers to trace the thin cotton of her underwear. She gasped as she felt his cold hands through the material.

Draco pulled away from her mouth and, as he was about to start kissing her neck, caught sight of it with a sudden angry realisation.

'Where are all the marks I left on you?' He demanded, stopping what he was doing and roughly tightening his grip on the band of her underwear, as his other hand grabbed the back of her neck.

'I tried to hide them with a dodgy cloaking spell but I ended up using loads of concealer. They were so dark, Draco, surely you didn't expect me to go around school like that?' She replied, nose crinkling with confusion. She knew Bella would have a fit if she saw, not to mention the judgement from the teachers. His eyes were hard and cold.

'They show people that you're spoken for. That you're mine. People such as that pathetic pet Diggory you have following you around everywhere.' Draco spat, jealousy boiling inside him as he remembered Cedric's stupid smile when he walked Rosie to detention. He wanted to wipe that smile off his face and show him who Rosie really belonged to.

Those innocent eyes stared up at him with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher. Uncertainty? Fascination? Temptation? Maybe all three.

'No.' Was all the small hufflepuff replied. Her soft brown eyes were fixated on his and Draco felt his anger rise. He wasn't used to being turned down. At school, all the girls begged him to pay them the slightest bit of attention, and now this situation was alien to him. It was sickening. He needed to teach her a lesson. He needed her to submit until all she could do was beg for more. Then he'd leave her, once his fascination with her innocence was finally gone, and he could go on with his life without thinking about her every second.

'No?' Draco contested, his voice dangerously low. He lowered his head until it was level with hers and their faces were inches from each other.

'No.' Rosie replied, almost playfully. She was starting to enjoy winding this boy up. And she knew exactly how to do it, too.

Draco began slowly kissing down her jawline and her neck, leaving a trail of fresh little bruises where the old ones had been concealed. Patches of the former hickeys began to surface from being rubbed off, revealing an angry artwork of purple and red. He backed her up and pressed her back against a glass window pane.

'How about now?' He breathed onto her neck, a hand going back down beneath her skirt.

'No...' She murmured in response, a slightly more uncertain, wavering tone to her voice as his long fingers begin caressing the lining of her underwear once more. Whereas their first night had been fast, rough and eager, tonight was filled with a slower, more lustful and more aching sense of longing.

Draco slipped a finger inside her. She moaned softly and he watched her face contort with pleasure.

'And now?' He roughly added another finger deeper. She didn't say anything, but her stifled wails were response enough for his question: she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. The glass pane behind her became steamed up from his thick, ragged breathing. He wanted to be inside of her desperately, but he knew Filtch would be roaming the corridors. He did not want Filch to stumble across them- he had more self respect than that. That would have to wait.

After continuing a little longer, just to hear her sweet voice groan his name a few more times, Draco stepped back from her. He proudly eyed the marks on her neck once more, and hoped she wouldn't cover them again. However, he knew she would. Draco planned to find her again the following day, somewhere more private. As for right now, he needed to get to his private dorm and sort a few issues.

Rosie could tell he was pleased with himself. She was pleased with him too. Thinking back on it, she couldn't believe they were stood blatantly in the hallway...doing what they were doing. They could have so easily been caught and then what? Going home would not have been an easy option. Her Slytherin family already hated her for being the only Hufflepuff in history under the pure blood Williams name.  She would for sure get exiled.

None of that was important in the moment though, because as Rosie looked up at Draco for the last time that night before they parted, she knew this boy would get her into so much more trouble. And she would welcome it.

It was only until she reached the Hufflepuff common room that she realised that Cedric had promised to wait for her. Crap, she thought to herself, hastily pulling her hair out of its ponytail in attempt to cover the marks on her neck.

Cedric was sat on a plush sofa by the fire reading a book. He had a peaceful look on his face as he flicked onto the next page, not hearing Rosie come into the room. His eyes were heavy, however, as if he was trying to stay awake.

'Hey Cedric.' Rosie crept up to him, sitting herself down on a separate sofa in hope he wouldn't be able to see her neck from afar.

'Rosie!' His face broke into a grin. 'You've been gone a while, I was getting worried.'

'Aw, Ced, I'm okay, thank you. I feel bad, you didn't have to stay up for me I-'

'But obviously I shouldn't have bothered to be worried. What is that on your neck Rosie?' Cedric interrupted her as his eyes zoomed onto her neck. He slowly got out of his chair and moved closer to her, peering down and examining her as though she was an exhibit.

He knelt down beside her and reached a tentative hand to her neck. 'Rosie...I know it's not any of my business, but is everything okay? Those look painful.'

She looked down to the floor, unable to make eye contact with him.

'It's okay, I promise he isn't hurting me.'

'Who?'

Silence hung in the air as Rosie tried to think of what to say. She wasn't sure if there was really anything between her and Draco to tell, and she sure as hell didn't want it spreading around the school that they were some twisted version of fuck buddies. But Cedric was an old friend of hers. Even though he was in the year above, he had taken care of her ever since her first year. When she found out she was hufflepuff she was heartbroken, knowing that her parents would be furious. Cedric comforted her, and he had been there for her ever since. She could trust him.

'Draco.' She mumbled. Why was she feeling ashamed? She had been so wrapped up in their fantasy world that coming back and facing it in reality made her feel foolish. She seemed like a dumb horny teenager.

'Malfoy?' Cedric responded incredulously, doing a double take. 'Rosie...'

'I know how it may seem, but I promise it's nothing I'm not comfortable with. You know me, I'd stop him if anything went badly...and anyways, I think he would respect that too.' She allowed herself a small smile as she thought of Draco. He would stop if she asked, wouldn't he? Thoughts tumbled in of him choking her, slamming her down, grabbing her hair and a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. He would stop, wouldn't he?

Cedric looked at her uncertainly. 'I trust you Rosie, I know you can take care of yourself. I just like knowing you're safe and okay.' He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, giving her a sad smile before turning around and walking off in the direction of his dorm. Before he went in, he turned back to her.

'Goodnight, Rosie.'

'Goodnight, Cedric.'

Sadness swelled in her heart. She thought telling someone about Draco would make her feel better, make it less of a surreal, toxic situation. But she just felt gross. She felt like she had let Cedric down. Was this sexual relationship thing with Draco really worth the quiet judgement she would get from her friends? She knew Cedric's perception of her had definitely been changed tonight. Draco really had brought out the worst in her.

Rosie vowed to herself as the lay in bed, listening to Bella's soft snores that she would try to make the most of Draco. She would ask him on a date. She would refuse any physical contact until after they had gotten to know eachother better. The situation was just too much to handle, too possessive and demanding, and although she enjoyed it, the respect of her friends meant more. She tried to think of some ideas. She and Draco could get butterbeers together in Hogsmeade, or get some sweets in Honeydukes...there was so much to do! They had a physical connection, so Rosie hoped to turn it into something more. She had seen flickers of a vulnerable boy within Draco, and she wanted to be there for him, to be the person he could be himself with. Rosie was convinced that the act he held up around hogwarts, and around her, was not the real Draco Malfoy, and she was determined to meet him.

The Slytherin common room was empty when Draco got back. Sighing, he tugged off his robe, walking over to a chair to sit by the fire for a bit before he went to bed.

Staring at the fire, Draco had decided that he wanted nothing more from Rosie than sex, after all, he knew nothing about her. Plus, she was a hufflepuff, whom he had no respect for. Yes, she may have stirred emotions within him that were so foreign they were incomprehensible to him, but he ignored them. His plan for completely avoiding her was ruined, it never would have worked anyways...he just couldn't stay away, so his new plan was just to use her until she got boring. To try and treat her as nothing more than a shag each time, with no person, no personality attached. Once again, he had gotten way over his head getting jealous of Cedric and he needed to rein the jealousy in if he was ever going to pull this off.

Draco heard footsteps behind him, and turning his head, he spotted Pansy Parkinson in her green silk nightgown.

'I was wondering when you'd come back, Draco.' She purred, making her way closer to him.

'Don't call me that. It's Malfoy to you.' He snapped.

She began undoing the tie of her nightgown, letting it fall around her feet. She gave Draco a wink before grabbing at him, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt. She tried to kiss him but he dodged. Kissing her didn't feel right.

'Let's just be quick about this.' He said to her.