He felt as though his body was lit on fire. Burning and yet cocooned by warmth and desire. His lips caressed hers with fervor and hope filled him when she returned kiss with equal ardor, circling her arms around his neck and accepting his sensual tongue sliding in her mouth. He stepped forward and she stumbled lightly as she adjusted her body against the table.
"M-Malfoy..." she murmured breathlessly, leaning away, her voice confused.
The Slytherin shook his head and leaned in to capture her swollen lips once again. She spoke in between his kisses. Protests that went utterly lost and ignored. She was here. He was kissing her. There was no need to use her pretty little mouth with words that would completely destroy their moment.
"Granger, for once, shut the fuck up." He whispered and kissed her jaw softly. Her breath hitched and he felt her form trembling.
"T-this is wrong." Her voice was unsteady. Draco stopped his movements and looked at her intensely. She now held her infamous glare in place. "Step away, Malfoy, if you please." She said.
Though begrudgingly, he extracted himself from the Gryffindor and watched as she gained her bearings. Her hands were shaking as she packed her books and ink bottles in haste. He wanted to say something but he found himself wordless.
He blinked and clenched his hands. What the fuck did he just do? What had he done? He just kissed Granger!
His eyes bulged in realization and he closed his eyes.
"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, finally opening his mercurial eyes to gaze at the witch.
"Are you serious right now, Malfoy?" She asked incredulously. "Do tell me you are because I'm in need of a great laugh." She slung her bag on her shoulders and crossed her arms.
He found it really hard to focus with her pink cheeks and swollen lips.
"I don't why I did that, Granger. I think I'm going insane." He admitted.
Her expression was still hard. He knew she didn't buy it. "You sick prick..." she trailed off.
"You're a hypocrite, princess." He mocked. "You liked it. You liked what I fucking did to you."
Her face flushed in anger and her hair bristled with magic. "I did not!" She denied and was about to speak more when he cut her off.
"Yes, you fucking did." He snapped. He trailed his finger through his locks and scowled at her. "Your tongue can attest to that fact."
She gaped at him in shock before turning away and running out of the room. He shook his head. He had never been this confused in his life and fucking hell, he had been friends with Crabbe and Goyle.
He was confident it was the side effects of that fucking Hanahaki. It was impairing his thoughts and making him lose his inhibitions. He wasn't in his right mind when the impulse struck him. My god, he never had an impulse to quote Shakespeare to her (or to anyone!). Let alone bloody kiss her.
Maybe he should try seeing someone out. No, not dating. That sounded too personal. Just seeing someone out. Like accompanying her to a Hogsmeade trip or perhaps kissing her senseless when he thinks no one is watching. Fucking anything to make his thoughts scarce of a Gryffindor and her wild bush of a hair.
It was three weeks after the incident when he finally got the courage to ask Astoria out. They were friends. Both purebloods and were er... related to each other ... distantly, of course. It wouldn't be awkward.
Or so he thought.
It didn't mean that the girl was dull. Because she definitely wasn't. To him, whatever affections he was trying to imply was forced and he felt guilty for giving her false hopes.
Not soon enough, however, she started labeling him as her boyfriend. Imagine his mounting horror when she introduced him to the whole Slytherins that they were dating. His face an awful shade of puce. He inwardly palmed his face. It shouldn't have come a surprise that she viewed him as her boytoy. He carried her bag and took her to her classes regularly. It actually became a routine.
He avoided Granger, too, or rather she avoided him. Of course, their potions project was working quite successfully and they hadn't spoken a word during their sessions.
And to update on his health, his vomitting continued. Would it always be roses? Couldn't it be something like santan or tulips? Maybe he should just be thankful that it wasn't the goddamn rafflesia he was hacking out his lungs because goodness knows he'd be on his wake before he could even cough that shite.
"... hey, Draco." Astoria said, taking a seat beside him after dropping a kiss on his cheeks.
He blinked and diverted his eyes away from the Gryffindor table. "Tori, how's your day?"
"I do hope it's as good as yours." The girl grinned.
He dryly chuckled. "Trust me, you wouldn't want your day to be like mine."
Her face contorted into concern. "What happened?" She touched his forehead and Draco felt a wave of irritation passed through him. He wanted to swat her hand away.
"I'm fine, Tori." He turned his head away from her prying digits.
She frowned deeply, disapproving of his actions. "You're in one of your moods again." She stated than asked.
"What do you mean by that?" He snapped.
"Don't be daft, Draco." Her tone was chastising. "I'm your girlfriend. I pretty much know what's going in on your little head all the time."
He scoffed. "You know little about me, Tori."
He ignored her step back and the flash of hurt in her lovely features. "Talk to me when you're done being a temperamental prat." She hissed before stomping out.
He ran his hands through his hair and sighed heavily.
"That's not nice." Theo said, sipping a drink from a cup.
"Since when am I not unnice?" The blond drawled.
"Touché, sir. Touché indeed. Still though," he put his cup down and reached for a green and red apple from the basket. He threw the green one to Draco. "You were awful to her. She's your girlfriend—" The blond grunted at the reminder. "And she's only concerned to you. Get use to it and stop being an asshole to her. She's a catch. Even to the non-pureblood men."
"Oh, how about to you?" Draco smirked.
Theo snorted and took a large bite out of the apple. "Nope." His 'p' a resounding pop. "I mean, don't get me wrong Astoria's gorgeous and all, but she's not really my type. You can have her."
Draco looked at him, amused. "Of course, I can have her. She is, afterall, my girlfriend."
"See? Draco, you're admitting to yourself that she's a fundamental part of your life."
Draco shook his head. "I wouldn't say fundamental." He poised the apple to his mouth and licked the surface. Just in time when the the Golden Couple of Hogwarts came in.
His and her eyes locked and he bit into the apple hard. He watched her wince and turn her head away. He felt a smirk creeping in the sides of his lips and he licked the corners of the bitten apple clean.
He paid no attention to the hoard of petals clawing their way through his throat.