Ten Things That Annoy #7
Don't Watch Over My Shoulder.
Do you ever get that feeling that somewhere, eyes are watching your every move? Personally, that feeling makes my skin crawl and I get all antsy. Now, I know that I know Draco lives in the same house as I do, but every time, without fail that I feel eyes staring at me, I overreact. Unluckily for me, Draco takes some sort of sadistic joy in watching me in secret.
"Dray, you're doing it again." I snapped, automatically closing the screen to my laptop. That couch shifted as Draco plopped on the other end of the piece of furniture.
"What's it going to hurt if I read what you're writing?" he pouted, crossing his arms.
"I don't like people reading over my shoulder and you know it Drakey" I cooed, waggling one finger at my moody boyfriend.
"Don't degrade me Potter." He growled, smacking my hand sharply. "If I can't read what you're writing, you can't eat what I'm cooking for dinner." He smiled triumphantly and started off to the kitchen.
Rolling my eyes, I saved my document without turning the screen back up and followed him into the other room. Draco was slamming pots and pans around on the stove, so I made a wide arc around him to avoid getting smacked upside the head and arrived at my personal cupboard. I tried to ignore the stare Draco trained at my back as I removed several snack sized bags of crisps and such. I know you're probably all wondering why I didn't just conjure up some food, but honestly, I don't rightly know.
I took my snack food and laptop up to my study and reopened my file there; hoping Draco wouldn't barge into my room unexpectedly. I'd just popped open a bag of crisps and begun typing again when an owl tapped on my window, and I had to disrupt my groove to see who sent me what. Once I had removed the scroll from the owl and sat back at my desk, I unrolled the mail, a strange look crossing my face upon seeing the blank piece of parchment.
Shrugging, I dropped the curly paper in the trash bin and returned to my typing and eating. A good twenty minutes later I was straight in that space of typing the most awesome thing ever, and boom…I got that feeling creeping up the back of my neck.
"Draco, I know you're in here." I called, spinning around in my chair and viewing my office. Seeing that no one was in the room with me, I turned back to the oak desk taking up most of the room and stared at the computer screen.
I didn't bother going downstairs when the clock struck seven, knowing Dray hadn't cooked for me, and no way in hell was I begging. So I stayed up in my office, ignoring the scent of steak and potatoes. Draco was trying to be vindictive, so I had to ignore him, no way was I letting him read my wedding vows before I'd even proposed!
Only a few minutes after Draco started his dinner, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was in the room with me, watching my every move. I took a deep breath, hoping to calm myself and get rid of the creepy feeling. When that failed, I moved away from the desk, making sure to turn off my computer, and started to search my office.
"I know you're in here…" I mumbled to the air, flipping over an armchair. So far I'd moved everything in the room except for my desk, had yet find anyone, and I had yet to shake the creepy crawly feeling.
"Obviously you have to be under the desk." I whispered, glaring at the desk and wondering how exactly to move the thing. I stood there for several seconds, staring at the large piece of wood before I realized I had a wand sitting on the corner of the furniture I needed to move.
Shaking my head, I grabbed my wand and levitated the desk, slamming it against the other wall. I winced at the banging, cursing the sky when no one's behind it. While I stood there, breathing heavily, Draco ran upstairs and watched me through the door.
"What the hell?!" he yelled, looking around the destroyed room.
"There was someone watching me. Swear."
"Duh Potter, your owl's been up here all day." He pointed to Hedwig who was sitting on the perch in the corner. While I gawked at my pet, feeling really stupid, Draco righted the room.
"Sorry for getting so mad earlier Dray." I apologize, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Forgive me?"
"Yes." He agreed, "Let's go and eat." He led me down to the kitchen where, lo and behold, he'd cooked me dinner!
Since then, Draco and I have reached an agreement that he stays out of my computer as long as I don't destroy anything in the house…and send him flowers at work once a week. Oh well, I like my privacy.
Thanks for all the alerts I've received on the last two chapters! It really helps me want to finish this fic. I've got two more Draco chapters and one more Harry one, but no ideas. If you'd like to leave a review with a pet peeve idea and possibly some constructive criticism I may use it on the last three chapters. Once again, I own nothing…