🌙 | DRACO MALFOY... a fanfic

13. When in Rome *

01/01/21
6000 words

This chapter has been written differently, I've been experimenting with different writing techniques. Tell me what you think. :)

Please I would LOVE if everyone were to leave a little feedback, I'm only asking because I'm so nervous about how I wrote it. Ily.

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He sat me down on the edge of the bed, squeezing the previously virgin white cloth out and began to wipe down the side of my bloodied leg.

I gasped as the cloth ran over the wound where his nails had dug into my soft skin. He reached up to me and intertwined our fingers with his spare hand, something he always did when he knew I was scared of afraid.

I dared a glance down at the fresh wounds that covered my lower half from our blasphemous actions and winced.

"You don't need to do this." I whimpered, as I watched him run the cloth gently across my body, stopping every so often to squeeze it out.

He leaned up over my partly naked form and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek, "you take care of me, I take care of you. In sickness and in health, remember?"

I smiled weakly, leaning back onto the pillows as the lightheaded sensation began to take over me again. I felt the soft cloth rub over the front of my thigh gently, removing the reminders of our actions. He parted my legs gently and looked up to me. I gave him a reassuring nod through my daze and his hand left mine to aid his care.

"I love you." He mumbled as he gently scrubbed the blood from my calf.

"I love you too. Please, you don't need to do this."

He sighed as he squeezed out the now crimson cloth in a small wooden bowl he had found in the en suite. "Well you're obviously not well and I'm not letting you go to bed like this."

"I mean... are ok doing this?" I questioned, realising this was going to quickly get uncomfortable whether he was my husband or not.

"I've helped you birth a child, and I work with injuries for a living. I'm fine."

"Ok." I whispered reluctantly, staring into his deep grey eyes. He sent me a look of deep reassurance and guilt, as his hands carefully ran across the haven of my body.

His hand came up to my hip bone where he carefully healed the cuts that spread across it. "Shouldn't have gone so rough." He muttered. "Didn't mean to do this."

"Hey." I grabbed his chin, "it was completely consensual. It's ok. I'm fine."

"You're not! You're covered in blood and scratches, I'm so sorry."

I pulled his forehead against mine, wrapping my fingers in the halo of blond hair, "I'm fine. I enjoyed myself. It's all ok."

A single tear of contrition slipped down his blanched complexion which I immediately wiped away with my thumb.

He pushed my legs apart again, a sullen look on his features. I winced, my face contorting as his hands graced the sharp cuts on my inner thighs, and gently skimming the haven that lay between them. Crimson tears of wrath bled from the small lesions, rivers of pain cascading down the skin. My head fell back and I let out a chocked cry of agony. He quickly seized my hand again and squeezed it tight, sending me a silent reassurance.

"It's ok. I'll be done soon."

He moved further up my thigh gently healing the nail imprints that spread through the skin all the way up to my pelvic bone.