10. Surrender
Draco Malfoy thumped his foot on the floor. Only a week was left before yet another year of Hogwarts ended; he usually felt relieved and looked forward to the little break he got, but this time, all he felt was despair. The only thought on his mind was of the red-headed girl who seemed to have captured his heart – that sounded very pathetic – and attention with her innocence and kind heart.
The only thing that had kept him away from her was the fact that he was much older than her and that he was her teacher. It had been hard, but he had managed.
Walking up to the cupboard on the west wall of his office, taking a bottle of firewhiskey, he poured himself a glass and downed the alcohol in one sip. He was about to down another but was interrupted by a knock. Placing the drink back in the cupboard, he said, "Come-in."
The door opened, and the one person he had been trying to avoid walked in. Draco swallowed and stared at his student in horror. Lucy Weasley quietly closed the door behind her and turned to him.
"Y-yes?" he stammered and cursed himself for acting like an idiot.
"I-uh-I just wanted to," Lucy mumbled, the color rising in her cheeks. Draco noticed that she was still in her uniform despite the lateness of the hour. He tried to look at her without any desire, but he failed miserably. Watching her chew on her lip when she played with her tie unconsciously was too tempting. He wanted to rip her uniform off her and devour her body. What a pervert I am, he thought in disgust.
"What is it, Lucy?" He asked in a steadier voice hoping that his dirty thoughts weren't displayed on his face. She didn't reply. Instead she closed the distance between them and leaned up to him and pressed her lips on her. He knew it was wrong and that he should have stopped her the moment she had started it. But he couldn't help but think, she wont be you student in another week. No one will know.
Weakness, that was all that he need. A moment of it, and he was a goner.
And suddenly, it wasn't Lucy who was kissing him. It wasn't her pressing her body against him – it was he who took the charge. All the emotion and frustration that he kept inside of him unleashed.
It was all breathlessness – hunger – touching – some more touching – pleasure – feeling.
AN: There you go! I hope you liked this. =)
Also, I have decided to end this story. I don't see it going anywhere, I don't have a special plot – and hence, next chapter will be the last one.
Hang in there for one more guys. I would love to hear your thoughts for this. =)