This is from the PAST. Not current. Who: Evelyn Moon and Draco Malfoy When: A few months after the final battle at Hogwarts. Late fall of 1998 Where: Evelyn's newly acquired flat in London What: After getting out their frustrations, they talk a little. And then they probably get frustrated again. We'll see. Rating: Strong R. There's nothing fluffy or happy here. Status: Complete
A pale, bony hand gripped tightly to her soft, shock of black hair, so much so that he jerked her head back. The exposed length of her ballerina neck, already marked by him from hours before, was far too tempting. Draco lowered his head and bit down harshly on the tender flesh. His other hand held so tightly to her waist, he felt certain he was pressing bruises to her skin. He hoped he was. He wanted to tear her apart. That was how it always was between them. But after recent events Draco had become more desperate. He'd failed at so many things he'd been appointed to, he'd shamed himself beyond recognition. She was his escape.
They'd somehow gotten from her front door to her kitchen, through the hallway where he took her against the wall for a while, then tumbled into her bedroom nearly missing the bed entirely. Draco didn't care how they'd gotten from point A to point B. All he cared about was the fact that he wasn't anywhere else right now. After his release, he kept his teeth buried in her skin, he kept his fingers curled tightly into her hair, and growled into her neck hungrily.