Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening. There's some inappropriate stuff in this chapter, and major language.
"Did you hear?" Blaise asked.
"Hear about what?" Draco replied. He sipped his pumpkin juice while he read the headline story for the Daily Prophet.
"The Gryffindor's portrait was ripped to shreds last night. Nobody knows who did it," he said conversationally.
"That's so interesting." Draco set down the Prophet and drank some more pumpkin juice. "Why should I give a damn about those bloody Gryffindors?"
Blaise blinked, then looked down. "Sorry. Thought you'd want to know."
"Well, I don't." He retorted.
When Blaise had stopped paying attention to him, he cast his eyes over to the Gryffindor table. How long had it been since Granger had come for breakfast? The only times he saw her in the Great Hall was at dinner, and even then, she wouldn't touch any food. Draco hated to admit it, but he'd been obsessing over her for some time. Her behavior was so... Erratic. Everything she did now, there was no purpose behind it. No reason. It was that that made Draco watch her.
The night before, he had followed her out of the castle. She'd sat outside for hours despite the cold. Then, when she had gone back into the castle, Draco on her heels, unnoticed because of his Invisibility Cloak, she had destroyed the portrait of the Fat Lady. He didn't plan on snitching on her, of course, because it brought him satisfaction to know that she had done it.
Draco was still sitting there when everyone else had left. At that point, he went to his classes, his mind still on Granger.
That night, he followed her out of the castle again. She had bundled up appropriately, seeing as the wind was worse than it was the night before.
She wandered over to the lake, tripping over stones and uneven ground. Once, Draco saw her tumble down a hill, and when she got up, her face was covered in scratches and blood. He knew that if he tried to help her, she would most likely hex him, or worse. The old Granger, certainly, wouldn't have done anything reckless. This Granger, however, would not hesitate to kill him. That he was sure of.
When she reached the lake, he saw her strip herself of her clothes, leaving only her undergarments on. He didn't look away, rather, he kept his eyes on her. She was so fascinating. How was it possible for her olive skin to turn ivory in the moonlight, anyway?
Then, she walked into the water. She didn't cry out, but he knew she was cold. He saw every tremor her body made, heard every breathy pant. She went down into the water for a moment, then surfaced. All the while, he heard her hum a song he had heard her hum many times before. It was calming, but the tune was also mysterious. It sent a shiver down his spine.
Granger came out of the water, then, shivering. Instead of putting on her robes, she reached into them and pulled out something shiny and sharp.
A knife.
Draco watched as she sliced into the skin of her wrist. Blood flowed from the cut and into the water, onto the sand. Granger hissed. She made the cut deeper, pressing hard with the knife. He wondered if he should stop her, but he made no move to. Then, when the bloody knife had dropped back onto her robes, she lifted her wrist to her mouth and sucked on it.
Blood dripped down her chin, down her body, spilling onto her undergarments, turning them from white to red. Draco knew it was possible for her to bleed out. How much blood had she lost already? He had to be honest with himself, it would be a pity if the object of his fascination were to collapse, void of blood...
He took off his Invisibility cloak and put it where she'd put her robes. He walked towards her, slowly, careful not to make noise. Then, when he was close enough, he pried her wrist from her lips. She elbowed him in the ribs, and he groaned, falling to the ground, breathing roughly.
"What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?"
Draco didn't reply.
She kicked his Invisibility cloak off her robes and grabbed the knife. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, holding the knife to his neck.
"That Muggle weapon can't possibly harm me, Mudblood." He sneered. She dragged the knife's tip to his cheek and cut a red line from his temple to a few centimetres from his lips.
"False," she said softly. "Tell me why you've been following me."
Draco chuckled, unfazed by the bleeding cut on his face. "What a smart girl you are, Granger. You've known this whole time, haven't you?"
She nodded, her dark curls bobbing. "Answer my damn question before I kill you."
"You won't," Draco stated simply. "Because then you won't know why I've been following you out here every night, you won't know why I watch you."
"You fucker. Just tell me."
"In due time, my sweet."
"Tell me now. Or else."
"Or else what?" Draco threw his head back and laughed. "You're no threat to me, Granger."
"Yeah? Is that what you think? I'm not a little innocent Mudblood anymore, scum."
She sliced his robes with her knife. Draco closed his eyes and felt the cold on his exposed skin. "I should just leave you here to freeze to death," she murmured. "You'd deserve it."
"I'm sure I would," Draco said. "But that would get us nowhere."
Granger had removed his robes. He was left in his underwear, and with the compromising position they were in, he could imagine fucking her until she screamed his name. Now, that would be interesting.
"What would you do if I cut your cock off?" She asked.
"I'd kill you."
"Mhm."
She was silent for a moment. Then-
"You're hard."
"Thanks for noticing." Draco said sarcastically.
"Well, what are you going to do about it?" Granger questioned.
"I don't know," he replied. "I'll probably take care of it later."
She scoffed. "Better to take care of it now."
His eyes flew open. "You are not touching my penis. No way."
Granger smiled darkly. "Just a thought." Her eyes moved towards the cut on his cheek and ran her index finger down it. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked, her expression turning tranquil.
"Why do you like blood so much?"
She didn't answer. Draco sighed.
"I find you interesting," he said softly. "That's why I watch you."
"Why?"
"You just are." He responded.
"That's funny."
She got off of him and put on her robes, slipping the knife into her pocket. Then, she used her wand to repare his robes.
"You're not even going to apologize for cutting them up, are you?"
"No."
He dressed and picked up his Invisibility cloak.
"So, I can watch you without repercussions, right?" He asked.
"Yeah. Do whatever the fuck you want, Malfoy."
Draco nodded, and they walked back up to the castle.
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