__don't you know me?, x Abenzio

The day had seemed to drag on forever, but it was finally lunch. Half the school day had THANKFULLY gone by. As she sat at the long, crowded Gryffindor table, Evangeline toyed with her food. She couldn't help but think about the one boy who had really made her breath catch in her throat, Abenzio Malfoy. Yes, the daughter of the ever famous Harry Potter had fallen for the son of hated rival, Draco Malfoy. If the two were seen talking even civilly to each other, their parents would have their heads. Still, there was a certain something about the Malfoy boy that caught Evangeline's attention and made her fall so fast.

Unlike most other girls, however, Evangeline hadn't given him the straight- away pleasure of knowing she liked him, not until she was sure he liked her back. Evangeline decided to play mind games with him, test him, see how far he'd go before she'd give him a little leeway. Never did she come out and tell him she liked him though, not even to this day. So as she sat, pushing mashed potatoes and peas around her plate, Evangeline played with the idea of completely dismissing him in front of a crowd of people. She brushed the idea away, deeming it too cruel, for they were friends and lovers. She cared about him, and because she cared about him she didn't want his reputation to be ruined, so she figured she'd let Abenzio go on a bit longer dissing her and tossing her aside. Or, maybe today she could convince him that their friendship isn't something they should have to hide.

With a set determination, Evangeline stood up rather abruptly and knocked over her drink. Determined not to let it undermine her confidence in how the meeting with Ben would go, Evangeline walked past where Ben sat and coughed, their sign. As she continued out of the Great Hall, she rolled her skirt twice more than it already was, opened the top two buttons of her shirt and loosened her tie. Evvie's black hair was pulled back into a half ponytail and held with a red ribbon and her angled bangs came down beautifully over her left eye. As she scanned the front hall for a place to wait, she brushed some stray hairs from her face. In one word, Evangeline was stunning. She picked the stairs by the door and leaned up against the post, waiting for Abenzio to follow suit. There weren't many people around so they didn't have to play their little game of hate.

Abenzio sipped on his juice. He was not that hungry. He had too many thoughts running threw his head. It made his head pound, his world swivel around him as if was on hyper speed, and he was in slow motion. He had things on his mind. Two things in particular. Snape and Potter. Both of them floating in and out of his thoughts. The weave for a headache due to complications. He was furious with himself for being so careless. He was doing things with a Potter. What was wrong with him?

This was not his style. He was not supposed to ever do this. Not that his father’s opinion mattered to him. Losing his Reputation due to his own carelessness was something he cared dearly about. If any of his friends knew, then he would be stricken out of their group completely. Marked a blood traitor. The thought made a repulsive shiver run up his spine. Taking an other sip he looked around the Great Hall.

Snape, that was an other thing entirely. The boy made this urge come to Abenzio. One that he did not understand. He did not want to understand it. Yet, he felt the need to satisfy it. To control Snape in a way that would cause that urge to dissipate. He wanted to feel Snape squirm beneath him, in pain and pleasure. It was awkward and yet a heated fantasy at the same time. Could that be? Did Snape know what he was feeling, he handled him with a cold discontent all of the times that he had dealt with this need. There should be no reason he would suspect anything.

*cough*

The hairs on the back of his neck stood strait. A slight smirk crossed his lips. She wanted him already? It was a boost in his ego. Finishing off his juice he excused him self from the very interesting conversation about the best type of cloak. Striding out of the Great Hall Abenzio surveyed his surroundings. Some students scurrying to get out of his glare and into the safety of the hall behind him. He spotted her. His eyes lingered for a few seconds before focusing on something else entirely and making his way towards her. He stopped and looked down at her. She was stunning. His blood began to race faster.

“You should get a cough drop for that cough.” He hissed to her. Glancing around he saw the limited amount of witnesses. He was tempted but he wasn’t going to risk it. He would not be that careless. He was risking it already just talking to her. His eyes were looking at her softly. Affectionately; if he could ever muster up those feelings. They were strong, dangerous, ones he did not wish to experience.

As she waited, Evangeline played with her hair and looked at her nails. She was leaning with her back against the bottom part of a banister for the stairs, with her legs crossed at the ankles. As she saw Abenzio step across the threshold of the Great Hall, a sexy smirk played across the lips of Evangeline. She quit playing with her nails and crossed her arms just under her chest, accentuating her already rather large breasts. Her smirk deepened as she watched him give her the once- over.

Out of one of her pockets. Evangeline pulled a cherry cough drop. She placed it in her mouth and took the wrapper off with her tongue, sliding the wrapper out after only forty- seven seconds. She winked at Abenzio before almost whispering, "It's cherry; my favourite." She loved teasing him, making everything she said and did as sexual as possible. It was hard to resist him, but their reputations demanded she kept her hands to herself, so she did. Evvie ran her tongue across her top lip. "Mmm," she said, moaning more than anything.

With a look around the front hall, she noticed a couple of first years looking their way. "Yeah, watchya lookin` at, punks," she said, glaring in their direction. Chuckling, she watched them scurry away and turned her attention back to Abenzion. "I'm glad you took a chance to come and talk to me," she said, looking into his eyes. They were so soft, so beautiful. He only looked at her this way when they were alone and no one could see the real depth to Abenzio's personality he had granted her permission to see and know. Her striking eyes stared back, duplicating the softness, the weakness they had for eachother.

Abenzio felt himself tense as she played with his hormones. She knew what she was doing. He knew that she knew. She was making him not be able to think. The cherry smell wafted up to his nostrils. It was a sickly sweet smell that made want one. People were passing and she snapped at them. He wanted nothing more than to be alone with her. He was selfish he knew this. Still, it did not stop the longing he had for her. She could hopefully handle his aggressiveness. It was only a matter of time before he was going to try and break her resistance of any sort she had for him.

“Follow.” He instructed. Gliding away, his began to search for something. A room, there no one was in this one. Slipping in it he waited. Images of there meeting mere seconds ago flash threw his mind. His longing only intensified. The smell of cherries, her tie, loosely done. Her green eyes, like rabbit eaten fields. A small whimper escaped his throat.

The whimper was conflicted. Half for what he wanted to do, and half for knowing that if he was going to keep this going, he was a blood traitor. It was a slippery slop. One that had been turned against him. He officially hated cliché’s. He hated her; he hated himself, this room, unsaid rules. All should be done away with. They were making him a mad man. Not something he wanted to become. He always scoffed at the stupidity of Romeo and Juliet and now, he felt like he was a character in a Shakespearian tragedy.

She saw the longing in his eyes and before she could say anything more, he told her to follow him. She let him walk away and smirked as if she had told him off, tricking any on- looker who had watched there interactions. Out of the corner of her left eye, Evangeline had followed Abenzio's trail and, after deciding it would be okay to go off in the same direction he had, she left the spot.

He was a striking young man with the facial structure of an angel. His dirty blond hair was rather unkempt but at the same time extremely tidy and just the scent of him was enough to make her blood boil with anticipation and excitement. She thought of their first interactions together, at the muggle club, as she walked, scouting the halls for a door she eventually found to be slightly ajar. With no one around to see her, she slipped through the small crack between the door and it's jamb before closing it quietly.

The room was dark, but it was all for the better. When one sense was taken away, each other was intensified. If they couldn't see each other, their touch would only heighten the pleasure so much more. The two couldn't be together, and that was one of the many reasons Evvie kept seeing him. She was prone to being almost rebellious, and she had a passion for the bad- boy Slytherin type. Abenzio fit the description. The one thing she would never let him know is the fact she was only slightly using him. Yes, she did have intense feelings for Ben, but she was using him to get back at her mother, a traitor and in Evvie's eyes, nothing more than filth. She would be furious if she found out that Evangeline, her only daughter, was dating a Malfoy, and the thought of her mother's anger pleased Evangeline; she smiled in the darkness.

As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, Evvie smirked. "Come out, come out wherever you are," she said in a sing- song voice, teasing him, letting him know she was there. Although she could see his figure, Evangeline liked to play victim, let him do what he wanted to her. After all, she knew one day she was going to surprise him and tie him to her bed. Then, on that day, she would have her way with him.

He shrugged off his cloak as she entered. He heard the click of the door shutting and his senses went wild. His eyes had adjusted; hers would soon. The curves of her body were shadowed perfectly. Her hair tied messily up, begging him to let it flow down. Her jeering voice made him stifle an other whimper. He did not want to betray his own blood. He never was inside of her, not counting his fingers. He could still repair what ever damage he had done to himself. As conflicted as he felt, the urge to touch her to pleasure himself was stronger.

Was he going taint his blood like this all of the time? He had never allowed himself the pleasure of sex, with her. He couldn’t admit to himself that he would ever do such a thing to disgrace his family. She was pure blood. But, blood traitors; just as bad. Being with her in that way, would surly make him one of them. He wasn’t willing to risk that.

Yet there he stood longing to touch her, smell her, breath her in. It was a very strong bout of lust. He was not ready for anything like this to walk into his life. In all honesty, he walked into hers. He had done this to himself.

Fuck

He was on her before he knew what he was doing. Pushing her gently against the wall. He pressed his thumbs deep into her hips. A pressure point. He wanted a reaction of pain. Then he knew that he was in control. He heatedly breathed down her neck not allowing anything other than for her to feel pain inflicted by him. He was a sadist, it couldn’t be helped. He could only hold off for so long. Biting her ear lightly, not enough to leave a mark of red; “Miss me?”

Almost truly caught by surprise, Evangeline gasped as Ben pushed her against the wall. He pressed his tumbs into her hips, pressing on the proper place to send a bought of pain shooting through her body. The pain was enough to make her twitch, a reaction she couldn't help, but she loved the pain. She moaned happily and lusterously. He was gorgeous, he knew it, and he wanted her. Most of all, she wanted him. He had never entered her before, but she would gladly allow him to if he decided he wanted to. Evangeline knew, however, that he would feel as though he was betraying his family, his blood if he had sex with her. Something inside told her he wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

Feeling something along the lines of guilt overcame her for a moment. Abenzio loved his family and was stronly loyal to the purity of his blood, and she felt almost as though it was her own fault he was with her. But the feeling lasted no more than a very, very brief moment. Soon, she felt his hot breath on her neck and his teeth nibbling at her ear.

She moaned again, rocking her hips into his thumbs, sending more pain pulsating through her veins. Not ready to give into him just yet, she bit his neck and smiled, though he couldn't see it in the dark. She raised her lips so they were brushing his soft ears ever so slightly as she whispered, "not more than you've missed me." Her hands, which had been placed on his hips suddenly took a dive towards Ben's crotch. She grabbed him roughly, but not so rough as to hurt him. She wanted him to know she wasn't letting him control her yet, but in a nice way. She began to massage his penis through his pants.

The gasp and twitch in pain, he felt it. He might get her to just submit to his torture this time. She did not. She pushed into his thumbs harder. He looked at her, in a challenging way. He wasn’t going to let her control this. Something was stinging on his neck. It was her biting into his tender flesh. He wasn’t going to give her the gratification of knowing she had bit hard enough to leave a mark. It smarted as she whispered to him. A riddle of sorts.

One that he was not going to solve. His hands slid up her sides, and then something unexpected happened. While he was determining how to best go by making her kiss him, he felt a sudden pressure in his lower region. He recoiled a bit but looked down just as quickly, her hand was down there. He felt his breath pick up, she was getting him aroused. He couldn’t concentrate on trying to calm himself down. His blood was pumping. He wanted her. All of her right now. His reputation however stopped him. He was able to hold onto that for now.

She was massaging him. A low groan erupted as he further became aroused. He pulled the ribbon from her hair letting it cascade downward. His jeans were becoming tight down there he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. Interlacing their fingers. Looking at it, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted nothing more than to hold her hand. The feeling was a strong one. One that he was not expecting. Stringing then the longing in his pants. Just to look at their hands woven together. He decided to always remember what that looked like. As quickly as the need to remember came it went as he pinned her hand above her.

“You,” He said and his words faltered. His pants were becoming uncomfortable. He had to unbutton them. He did it quickly. He pushed against her his whole body. Not to hurt her, though if he did, that would be a plus. His free hand ran down her front to her abdomen. Bringing his face to her, he let it linger. She would have to kiss him.

Evangeline's heart pumped in her chest, pushing blood to all her vital organs, especially her clit which she knew was swelling, even at this very moment. Her breath quickened and she had trouble controlling herself as Abenzio grabbed her hand and pinned her to the wall. He let go of her, only for the briefest second, and his body was pressing right back against hers. She could feel his penis pressing into her; it was a very enjoyable feeling.

Ben's face was a mere centimeter from her own, and she knew he was tesing her. She would have to kiss him first, but she was smarter than that. This game was about control, about who could hold their ground the longest. As much as she wanted him inside her, she could wait. Right now, it was up to Evvie to get him to kiss her first. If he did, she would have succeeded in getting him to lower his guard and she would know that she was getting closer to his weak spot. She nibbled softly at his earlobe.

"You're not going to win this one, Ben," she whispered into his ear, breathing a bit on his earlobe as she did so. Her hands, now free of his grasp, raked up and down his back, pushing him harder into her. She loved the feeling of his body pressing into hers; she couldn't wait to be underneath him.

He let out groan as her nails clawed at his back. She didn’t bend in. She didn’t kiss him. He could feel the heat pulsating off of her body. He quickly ripped away from her and took to steps back panting. How did their bodies react so quickly? It was as if their organs craved what they could not have. “I am not playing this game.” Abenzio looked down at his body. His chest heaving, his pants had become strained. Looking at her, she was perfect, why did she have to be what he could not have.

He approached her once more shoving her against the wall. His hand was on the back of her head. Forcing her lips to his. He pressed his lips hard against hers.

Maybe she thought the no sex thing, was him being descent. It was hard to control himself. He was only not sleeping with her to preserve himself. Doing this right now was tainting him. He could feel himself derailing. His hand glided up her inner thigh playing with her knickers. His lips pressed even harder. He was sure to have bruised his own lips by now. His hand slipped under them. He was filled with testosterone. He broke the kiss, bit her shoulder threw her shirt hard. He was going to leave his mark.

Taken aback by Ben's sudden departure, Evangeline's head hit the wall behind her. She was sure to make no noise though, she wouldn't let him know she was hurt. She knew he couldn't hold out much longer, but she needed to test him anyway. She kept quiet, with exception to her heavy breathing, and just stared him down.

Almost as quickly as he left, Ben came flying back at her, holding her, pressing his lips to hers. Evangeline let her hands fly up and entangle themselves in his hair, pressing her lips to his just as hard. As she felt his free hand roam between her legs, she pressed her body against his, rolling her hips forcefully into his. He broke the kiss and bit her shoulder; she had to bit her lip to keep from yelping. It was pain, but she, too, was a sadist and loved the pain. With a quick glimpse at her shoulder, she could see he drew blood. Grinning, she moved her hands from his head to his shirt. "You say the word and I'll rip it off," she teased, digging her claws into his abdomen. She wanted him just as badly as he didn't want to taint his reputation, but she had to test him first. She had to see if he was worthy.

Abenzio took pride in the dark crimson stain; she would now, have to go threw trouble to cover him up. Make sure that his bite mark was not seen. She was his, still she never let out a squeak. Nothing. She had made no noise besides in pleasure. He wanted to hear the yelp of pain. The recoil away from him. He wanted her to be in pain. He could only see that she was enjoying it. Her perfect creamy skin, she enjoyed being mutilated. This scared him, he might not have control. The idea was not a plausible one.

“Tempting.” He said, a genuine smile covered his face. He hated having to hide her. He wanted people to gawk at them. Point, jaw dropping, and stare. But, he could never do that. His fingers were squirming around inside of her; he would never be rough down there. That was crossing an unseen line.

His thumb brushed a crossed her cheek in an affectionate manner. Something that to see him do was rare. His pants had begun to unzipped, what was wrong with him? He was screwing his life up. Yet he wanted her so badly, it was hurting him. And this time it really was. His neck throbbed slightly, his manly hood throbbed, his head was spinning, and he was fingering a Potter, in an empty dark, dusty room. His lips connected roughly with hers once more. Shoving his tongue into her mouth her ran it a crossed the back of her teeth. His free hand was he hand interlaced with one of hers. His nails were digging into her hand. He wanted her, yet he wasn’t going to have her.

She hadn’t broke.

The room spun as Abenzio kissed her. She opened her mouth and let his tounge reign free, using hers to gently massage the underside of his. His nails were digging into the flesh of her left hand, and soon she would begin to bleed. But, it was no matter for Evangeline. Right now, her thoughts were swimming with things about Ben. His sweet smell, soft skin, unbelievable blue eyes and blonde hair... he and Evangeline made the perfect couple, yet somehow he couldn't bring himself to see it. After all, Ev's family was a bunch of blood traitors, right?

Wrong. Well, in Evangeline's eyes it was wrong. She might not be a fan of her vile, disgusting, whore of a mother but she loved her father and knew they both had the right idea. Purebloods weren't the only people who deserved to learn magic; after all, the world is trying to be a democratic society and therefore everyone deserves a chance.

She ripped herself from daydreams of a perfect world and focused on Ben again. She shook her hand from his and let her fingers crawl to the neckline of his shirt. With a demonic grin, her fingers curled around the neck and began to tear downward, ripping the shirt. The tips of her fingers brushed his perfect, smooth skin, and Ev shuddered with a moan; it felt beyond pleasurable touching him. Two of his fingers were inside her and her stomach was clenching and unclenching, trying not to build up hopes of anything happening too soon. "How badly do you want me," Ev whispered into his ear after ripping his shirt.

The sounds of his buttons ripping from his shirt sent a shiver up his spine. She asked him how much he wanted her. He froze. He stopped completely. He pulled his fingers out of her, and took a step back. A scowl formed on his lips. He hated her. He absolutely hated her for what she was causing him to do. He hated her, he hated himself.

Turning his back towards her he grabbed his cloak and put it over him, his shirt was ruined. But something stopped him, his groined area. It was throbbing; he needed to do something about that. He didn’t know what to do.

How odd must have been this scene. He was standing all messed up, looking down at his erect penis, wanting nothing more than to have sex with the goddess before him, yet he couldn’t bare the thought of ruining his blood. Asking her for help with it, would not be advisable, he would enjoy that way too much. He would have to deal with it before leaving the class room. He couldn’t walk out of the room with his pants unzipped and him all excited. But yet, he wanted to make her satisfy him. Walking towards her he looked at her kindly. He was in pain now due to this thing she had made in his pants. “I want you very much to get rid of this problem for me.” He said coldly, he scared himself at how unattached he had sounded.

He kissed her again, hard. He pressed his lower half against her. He was tempted to deal with it by his own hand. He would only use that as a last option.

He walked away and put his cloak back on, half his buttons torn off his shirt. Evangeline stood still against the wall watching as he prepared himself to leave. She was devestated, though she knew it could only end this way. After all, a Malfoy and a Potter shouldn't ever be together. She sighed and pushed herself off the wall, looking at her bloodied blouse. It would take forever and a day to get the stain out, but she didn't care at the moment. Right now, she had to figure out how to hide it while walking back to class. After all, she didn't have her robes with her; she had decided to wear just the shirt, skirt and tie portion of the uniform.

Ev straightened out her outfit and began to rake her fingers through her hair, using them as a makeshift comb, when Ben came walking back over to her. She was no longer happy with him, nor was she any longer in the mood to be sexual. In a cold, detached voice, Ben told her what he wanted her to do. Almost disgusted by the fact he could be so cold to her, Evvie tried to turn her head, but he was quicker. Ben caught her in a kiss, a kiss she had to return. After all, there were no kisses like Ben's. But, when he pushed himself into her, Evangeline tore herself away from the kiss. "Stop," she whispered. "Just... just stop." She pushed past him and sat on a desk a few feet away.

She was sure she loved him, well, the him she knew he could be. But Abenzio wouldn't ever be okay with the two of them together, would he? Evangeline sighed and answered her own question. No, Evs, he won't ever be okay with dating a Potter. She crossed one leg over the other and rested her elbow atop her knee, placing her chin in the palm of her hand. Her eyes were wide and full of mixed feelings; she loved him, but she loathed how much he despised her. He didn't need to say anything because his actions were stronger than his words now, and she could tell he would never allow himself to be with her. "This isn't going to work, Ben," Ev said quietly.