Turn around hermione. Turn around before its too late. There's no going back after this.
The fabric of her black gown hugged her curves, swaying with each step. She didn't know where she was going, she just followed her instincts. She let her legs lead her.
Before she knew it, the rhythmic clicks of her heels on the marble floor had led her into dangerous territory; straight to her apparent destination. She stood before his door,not knowing what she would say or do if he happened to open it.
Instead, she stood there in silence.
She had seen him slip through the doors of the Great Hall quietly. He had refused to dance or join in on the festivities. He even let the food grow cold before him, resorting to the comfort of his silver flask instead.
She watched him the entire night. She didn't know why;she just did. That night she noticed the way his platinum hair fell in his eyes, making his silver orbs illuminate like those of a wolf. A dragon. She noticed how he would run his fingers through his hair.
A nervous habit no doubt.
She watched the way he would smile at his friends, letting his guard down for a moment or two.
She even noticed how his black dressrobes contrasted with his pale skin, giving him a supernatural effect.
Making him untouchable. Unreachable.
When his eyes met her own she didn't know why her heart leapt within her chest.
If you asked her about it now, she would probably blame it on the butterbeer. The exchange was brief. They always were. She wasn't surprised when he pushed himself from the Slytheryn table, marching out of the hall in the same pompous manner he always did.
...
She didn't know what gave her the right, but she pushed the door open; making her way past discarded bottles of firewhiskey.
The room was poorly lit; an occasional candle provided just enough light to see the silhouetted objects around it.
"Ever heard of knocking Granger?"
His deep voice sent her heart racing. He couldn't have been more than a few feet before her. Damn this lighting.
"Have your parents ever taught you any manners?"
Leave it to Malfoy to drag her parents into their spats every chance he got.
"They have as a matter of fact Malfoy," her hands found their resting place on her hips in a signature pose.
"Wasn't aware mudbloods taught their offspring much of anything," he stepped into the candlelight exposing his bare chest and disheveled hair.
Her hand connected with his cheek in a sharp reverberating smack with more force than she knew she possessed. Suprising even herself. The action left an angry red handprint in its wake. Draco Malfoy clenched his jaw tightly.
"You shouldn't have done that."
It came out in a low growl, something she would associate with a predatory animal.
There will be mature sexual content in the upcoming chapters so if that kind of stuff offends you; you probably shouldn't read it. You have been forewarned. I am aware that this chapter was super short, my apologies. Thanks for reading!
