This drabble is my response to the Saturday 23rd of October prompt from Hogwarts Online.
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Draco sat on the bed, attempting to tie his shoelace and button up his shirt at once. The unlikely combination was made altogether more unfeasible by the pair of eyes staring longingly at the back of his neck. Vulnerable, she had called that expanse of bare flesh. At the time he had snorted disdainfully – Pansy possessed a flair for poetic melodrama – but the intensity of her gaze made him feel exactly that; vulnerable. Exposed. Guilty.
He ceased fumbling with his clothes and turned to face her, lying under the covers exactly as he had left her. Pansy resembled a marionette after its strings had been cut. The warmth of her was still running through his veins. Were it not, Draco would have been tempted to check for a pulse.
"Are you-" He shook his head dismissively and stood, taking a step from the bed. "Never mind."
"I just want to be loved, Draco." Desperation coloured her voice. She gathered the sheets around her and knelt, as though waiting for a proclamation of his devotion.
He paused in the doorway.
"I know."
But knowing didn't amount to caring.
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