Chapter 4
He had enough of Granger's games, playing with his emotions like this. She tells him she's his, but looking at her now shows the contrary. It made him clench his steak knife hard, eyeing her back across the Gryffindor table with the Weasel's arms draped on her shoulders while they're laughing with Potter and the she Weasel about who knows what.
Bloody Gryffindors. He thought.
"You okay mate?" asked his Italian friend, who's looking at Draco's hand which was gripping the steak knife to where his attention was. "Oi, what happened now?"
"They exist…" Draco glared at the Gryffindor table and turned his attention back to his food.
"I think you're jealous," Blaise smirked at him.
He snorted, "Why would I be jealous? I don't care if Weasel's all touchy feely with Granger." He shoved a spoonful of mashed potato in his mouth.
"What?" Blaise arched an eyebrow at him.
"What what?" he asked after he swallowed.
"You fancy the Head Girl?" the raven haired hissed.
"No! How'd you get to that conclusion?" Denied the blond vehemently. He do fancy Granger, but Blaise does not have to know that. Not yet.
"When I said you were jealous, I meant by their friendship. Granger, Potty, Weasel and Weaselette. Not- Merlin's hairy sacks, you fancy Granger." The raven haired Slytherin mused.
"Shut up."
"I think I knew it all along, subconsciously." Since first year Draco was always babbling about the muggleborn, complaining to him about Granger's this, that, and whatnot. Constantly distinguishing her out of the crowds. He thought it was because of Grangers' bushy hair. Who wouldn't recognize you, if you have that kind of hair?
"Will you just- I do not fancy her," he growled.
"Right, whatever you say mate," Blaise acquiesced with a cocky grin.
Draco returned to the Heads' common room that night and saw Granger slip inside her room in a hurry. She was avoiding him, he was sure. He was the one who's initiating their amorous impromptu rendezvous lately. At first because he was amped up by her affirmation that she was his and he was hers. These previous days though, because she don't… she don't grab him by surprise, don't steal kisses when they're in the potions ingredients cupboard, don't eye him from across the great hall anymore. It's like she's gone tired of him. Was he right when he thought she was just messing with him? Got him hooked to her and she's going to leave him hanging. He's going to show her she can't. He won't let her.
Aggressively throwing his satchel on the couch, he strode to Granger's door opening it brashly. She whipped around to look at him. He didn't notice the glint of anticipation in her eyes as he pushed her on her bed, pinning her wrists above her head, and kissing her roughly and possessively. She kissed him back and moaned when he proceeded to leave his marks on her neck. Still pinning her wrists with one hand, he tried to unbutton her blouse but found it difficult. He yanked it open, causing the buttons to fly all over the room. She whimpered.
Leaning close to her ears he hissed, "Granger…" he breathed in her scent and roughly pushed her bra up and kneaded her right breast. "You feel marvelous. I wonder how you would feel when I'm inside you and you're clamping around me when I bring you to ecstasy."
She squirmed. "No," she stressed.
"No?" he trailed his hand across her abdomen to the waistband of her skirt. He smirked at her and snaked his hand under her skirt, cupping her sex covered with lace.
She whimpered "Draco…"
"Hmm?" he nipped at her neck. "You are soaking wet," he whispered.
"Stop," he paused and looked at her eyes.
"Why? You didn't protest earlier. Why stop now?" he proceeded to slip his fingers under her knickers and rubbed her clit. She moaned. He released her wrists, expecting that she'd push him away. She didn't. Instead she tangled her hands in his locks, pulled him closer and kissed him.
"We should stop," she panted.
"Why? I know you don't want to-" he was interrupted by a sharp rapping on their portrait door.
She pushed him away, stood up and immediately put on a jumper covering her ruined blouse.
"This is why," she pulled him up by the hand and dragged him to the portrait door. She tried to fix her hair before opening the door.
"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, is everything alright?" Professor McGonagall questioned.
"Yes professor, everything is fine. What is it that we could help you with?" she looked so innocent like she was not engaged in carnal activity just seconds prior.
"The alarm went off," Granger gasped factitiously, the Professor didn't caught the pretense but Draco did.
"What alarm? Did the school wards detected danger?" She sounded panicked. She lied and act so good she made her Slytherin proud.
"No, Miss Granger. Nothing to worry about. It's just… it's about..." Professor McGonagall seemed to find it difficult to put in words what she wanted to say.
"How rude of us. Come in Professor, I forgot- " she winced when she stepped back to give way to the professor.
"Are you okay Miss Granger?"
"Yes, sort of. I think my ankle is sprained. I kind of slipped off the chair earlier when I was reaching the tin can of cocoa from the back of the cupboard, Malfoy tried to help me up and," she paused to looked at him and chuckled. "I managed to pull him and he fell over me. Malfoy here should eat more of his veggies."
"Hey!" he protested.
"Or I should start dieting," she looked back to Professor McGonagall.
"You should go to the hospital wing and let Pomfrey check your ankle," the professor propounded.
"I'll accompany her," Malfoy pronounced and the professor nodded in agreement.
"Thank you Malfoy, but Professor what about the alarm you're talking about?"
"There might be something wrong with the ward. It has been casted years ago and it must have been disrupted as new charms were cast when renovating this room," the old witch muttered.
"I am lost. What alarm do you mean professor?"
"Can we help you fix it?" asked Malfoy, joining in on their conversation.
"I can handle it from here. I suggest you go to the infirmary now."
"Are you sure professor?"
"Yes dear. Mister Malfoy please escort Miss Granger. See to it that she's not going to obtain another injury on your way there."
Both of the head students made their way to the infirmary. Playing along their act. So there are wards in their dorm to alarm the authorities when they're doing lascivious acts inside. That's why Granger never did made a move when they're in their quarters. That did not explain why she's gone cold towards him these previous days though. He intertwined their hands, she squeezed his and he kissed the back of hers. It was almost curfew so most of the students were in their respective houses now.
"Finally... took you long enough," she muttered under her breathe.
He eyed her questioningly, raising his left eyebrow.
She smirked.
A/N: I got busy with school... Sorry for taking so long to update.
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