Octavia lay on her back in the clearing, her eyes shut in blissful ecstasy, moans escaping her parted lips. Her hands were pinned above her head, her curls sprawled on the grass like a halo.
His hard, muscular chest pressed down against her, pinning her down as he slammed into her rapidly, her body squirming beneath his. She shivered as his harsh breaths brushed against her lips, his eyes boring into hers. It was all she saw, really. His eyes. Holding her gaze. Penetrating her soul as his engorged cock penetrated her quivering cunt mercilessly.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, hooking at the ankles, shaking as pleasure crashed down on her in violent waves. Her body arching off the ground, pushing against his solid chest as he growled above her.
She didn't find her own release before he stilled and –
"What about me?" She asked. "I need to –"
"I SAID NO!" He shouted, still buried to the hilt inside of her, his eyes furious.
His molten grey eyes.
With an audible gasp, Octavia jolted from her sleep, tangling herself in her blanket as she desperately tried to grasp reality. Oh. That's right. They were in the Jeep, travelling. For days now.
In the Jeep. Not having sex with Malfoy in the clearing of the forest. A part of her was a little disappointed. But of course she would never admit that. She hated the prat! The sexy prat … No! Just a prat. General Fuckwit. Even in her dreams he was an ass! But it felt so good …
"Bad dream?" Hermione asked with a smirk, Blaise chuckling from the passenger seat.
"What?" Octavia frowned, confusion etched onto her tired features.
Rubbing her hands over face wearily, Octavia inhaled deeply.
"I asked if you had a bad dream," Hermione answered, grinning widely at her sister.
"No." Octavia frowned. "Sort of. I dunno. Why?"
Hermione burst into a fit of laughter, Blaise chuckling again from the seat in front of Octavia. Malfoy's grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles white and his body tense.
"Who were you dreaming about?" Hermione asked, fighting off her fit of laughter.
Octavia merely scrunched up her face in confusion at her sister, tilting her head slightly.
"Was it that guy?" Hermione grinned. "The one that taught you the games?"
"Nyle." Octavia clipped with narrowed eyes. "His name is Nyle. And no. It wasn't. Why?"
Octavia noticed that Malfoy relaxed instantly.
"Oh?" Hermione perked, shifted her body to face her sister's. "Who was it?"
"Who was what?" Octavia sighed, rolling her eyes. What was her sister on about?
"The person you dreamt about." Hermione winked at her.
"Someone," Octavia shrugged lamely. "Why are you so interested in my dreams?"
"Just sounded like a good dream," Hermione laughed.
Octavia's eyes widened instantly, a fierce blush spreading across her shocked face.
"Oh god," Octavia groaned, burying her face in her hands. Blaise laughed in the passenger seat.
"Yeah," Hermione laughed. "You said that a lot. As well as 'more' and 'don't stop'."
"Fuck off!" Octavia shouted, utterly mortified.
"You're really quite loud, you know." Hermione gasped in between fits of giggles, almost drowned out as Blaise doubled over from his laughter.
"Shut up!" Octavia yelled, not knowing whether to hit her sister or cry from sheer humiliation. Her face the colour of the ripest tomato ever known to mankind.
"My favourite part was when you –" Hermione began excitedly.
"Enough!" Malfoy barked, silencing the bushy-haired Granger instantly.
Octavia stuck up the finger at her dispirited sister, with a smug smirk. Ha!
Octavia kept the smug look plastered onto her face as she mouthed two words to her dejected sister - Fuck you -earning her a gasp in response.
Octavia grinned widely as her sister scowled. Although Octavia was torn between her smug grin and a scowl as Blaise continued to chuckle in the seat in front of her. She watched as Malfoy hissed something a Blaise, causing the latter to quieten instantly.
Beaming widely, Octavia shifted in her seat, draping the blanket over her legs. Malfoy definitely didn't like a loud car ride, it seemed. Even when it was filled with laughter at her expense. But she wasn't complaining. His grouchy, kill-joy nature had come in handy for once. She was more than pleased.
Ignoring the ache in her cunt, she turned her satisfied face to the side, her eyes fixed on the window as they drove.
Heated grey eyes watching her through the rear-view mirror.
Always watching her.
Octavia walked with the girls as they made their way back toward the vehicles on the road. Thankfully, they had stopped for a toilet break, allowing Octavia to relieve herself as well as escape Malfoy and Blaise. She was still beyond humiliated at her very vocal dream to be around them. However, she was finding that it was hardly an escape, given Hermione's incessant smirks and winks had yet to cease. Oh, as well as the fact that she told Ginny and Pansy about her load moans. Let's not forget that!
And now she had to suffer through the never ending string of questions from her friends.
"Was it someone in the group?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"A Runner?" Ginny asked, grinning widely.
"A Fixer?" Hermione gasped with a scandalous tone.
"A Viper?" Pansy asked with a wicked twinkle in her eye.
"Was it Blaise?" Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Theo." Ginny nodded. "Definitely Theo."
Octavia rolled her eyes as she walked in line with them, ignoring their rapid firing of questions. They didn't even give her enough time to respond anyway.
"Crabbe?" Hermione laughed, joined by the other girls. Except a scowling Octavia, of course.
"Draco?" Pansy winked at her. "It was definitely Draco."
"No it wasn't!" Octavia yelled, stomping her foot childishly.
The other girls stopped in their tracks and turned to stare at her with wide eyes.
"It was Malfoy!" Hermione gasped, pointing a finger at her sister accusingly.
"No!" Octavia whined. "It wasn't!"
"He's the only name you reacted to!" Ginny gaped at her, giddy with glee.
"Because I hate him." Octavia seethed at the red-head.
"There's a fine line between love and hate," Pansy smirked. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"
"There's a fine line between love and my fist in your face." Octavia hissed at the girl, but Pansy only grinned in response.
"Cute." Pansy laughed at her.
Octavia let out a frustrated shriek, before stomping off toward the vehicles, the giggling girls following behind her.
Draco swiftly made his way through the thin spread of trees, walking in the opposite direction of the members of the group relieving themselves. He almost jogged in the opposite direction. He needed to be quick. But really, he didn't think that would be an issue.
Her moans haunted his mind relentlessly. He had to order everyone to pull over for a premature 'toilet break'. But he had no intention of using the break for that purpose. He needed to relieve himself of the almost painful erection in his pants. The erection that hadn't softened in the slightest since she moaned and whimpered in her sleep an hour ago.
He'd never been more turned on in his life.
Leaning against a tree, he wasted no time in unzipping his trousers, his heavy cock springing free of the restraints, glistening with an unusually large amount of pre-cum. It didn't startle him though. He gave himself a few easing rubs in the Jeep, hoping to soothe the ache in his cock. But it only wept pre-cum in response, jerking against the material, begging for attention.
Hurriedly, Draco used his fingers to spread the white semen over the long length of his cock, imagining it was her saliva and her hand. His eyes shut, his head lolling back as he groaned loudly. Much louder than he normally did. Usually he only groaned when he came, and even then it was hardly loud. But now he was panting and groaning desperately, his hand pumping his cock rapidly.
So many images of her ran through his mind as he pumped his shaft, his hips bucking desperately. Images of her on her knees before him, sucking his cock hungrily, moaning over his shaft as she looked up at him. Images of her writhing beneath his hard body, her wide eyes locked with his. His breath hitched. Her eyes.
Just the thought of her large, hazel eyes sent him over the edge. His head slammed back against the tree as he almost roared, cum shooting out of his cock.
Panting lightly, Draco tucked his still-hard cock back into his trousers before making his way back to the vehicles. His thoughts on her eyes. Her beautiful eyes.
Octavia crossed her arms over her chest as she stood by the Jeep, tilting her head as she eyed the slumbering figure in the backseat. She didn't want to wake him, for fear of being berated. But he was in her seat. She frowned at him.
Blaise Zabini lay on his back, his forearm resting over his eyes, fast asleep. Octavia knew he hadn't slept in a while. Only a few hours here and there over the past few days. Particularly sleep deprived as they tried to make up for lost time, only stopping for toilet breaks. Not even for meals. Only toilet breaks. And those were only about three times in a twenty-four hour period, much to her dismay. She was really quite terrible at holding in her wee. Oh well.
Glaring at the sleeping figure briefly, Octavia stomped over to the other side of the Jeep, jumping into the passenger seat. Malfoy sat in the driver's seat, facing the road before them. He didn't object to her new seating arrangement. Perhaps he knew that Blaise deserved to have some uninterrupted rest as well?
Turning in the seat, Octavia watched as Hermione climbed into the backseat, shimmying underneath Blaise's legs before placing them on top of her lap. Octavia smirked at her sister. Hermione blushed and scowled at her.
Octavia turned back in her seat, stretching out her limbs and yawning. Unbeknownst to a smirking Malfoy beside her.
Hauling her bag over her shoulder, Octavia climbed the staircase with the girls and the rest of the group, all following the Vipers. They were being led up the flight of stairs in the supermall, headed for the second floor. While the Runners, Hunters and Vipers all spent the last two hours clearing the mall of walkers on every floor, they had decided that they would spend the night on the second floor only. It allowed them optimal safety and vision. The Guards would be able to detect the threat of another group or herd of walkers through the large glass windows, as well as keep an eye on their stocked vehicles parked on the street.
They had been travelling on the road for a while now, most of the group becoming restless and unsettled at being cooped up in cars for so long. And being classic Scotland, the weather had turned less than favourable once more. So the Vipers decided it to be their best option that they spend the night in a large space that offered shelter and protection. Of course Octavia was simply ecstatic to learn that the very building they chose in the town of Clydebank, was actually a shopping centre. She would get to change her clothes, finally! Her maxi dress was hardly white anymore, having been worn for close to eight months now. It was practically brown with stains and dirt smeared across it. But she was definitely most excited at the prospect of fresh underwear. In fact, most of the women in the group appeared to share her glee. It was to be expected though. Especially when you wore the same pair of almost tattered knickers and bra for months on end.
Following the Vipers through a large metal door, Octavia couldn't keep the small smile off her face. Fresh underwear. It almost made her squeal in delight.
Once the rest of the group piled through the steel door, Crabbe closed and secured the entrance. Octavia scanned the large space quickly, smiling at the number of clothes stores. This would be fun. She also took note of the small food court to the left of the foyer, watching as some of the Hunters filled boxes with canned goods from the food stores.
"LISTEN UP!" Theo's familiar commanding voice boomed as he stood in the centre of the large space. "NO ONE IS TO VENTURE FROM THE SECOND FLOOR, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
A murmur of agreeance rippled through the attentive group.
Crabbe shouted as he moved to stand beside Theo. "THE WHOLE BUILDING HAS BEEN CLEARED, BUT WE NEED EVERYONE TO REMAIN WITHIN THE SECURITY OF THE GUARDS! WHILE THERE ARE NO WALKERS IN THE BUILDING, WE MUST ENSURE SAFETY. YOU ARE GRANTED PERMISSION TO SCAVENGE WHAT YOU WISH FROM THE STORES ON THIS FLOOR ONLY! AS LONG AS IT FITS IN YOUR BAG, UNDERSTOOD?"
Octavia wasted no time in heading straight to a small circular table at the food court, dropping into her seat with a grunt, tossing her bag onto the table before her.
Pulling out her diary, Octavia added a black line to a page of many. A tally. If she was correct in her calculations, she had been with the group for three weeks now. And so far, they had lost about twenty people. She grimaced. That was a lot. But it was during their travels that those people had died. One girl on the highway, and eighteen in Sailsbury. It wasn't terrible, she mused. Yes, it was sad that people died and all, but she really had expected the entire group to of perished by now. Instead, they appeared stronger than ever. The number of guards on duty had increased, Vipers and Runners oversaw pretty much everything now, and everyone had been given a knife for the remainder of the road trip, much to her delight. Malfoy had even given her a holster for her knife. Or she assumed it was him. It was in her bag a few days ago. Along with some chocolate and crisps. Salt and Vinegar. Her favourite.
While she was incredibly aware of Malfoy's disdain toward her – his cold stares assured her of this fact – she couldn't help but think he fancied her a little. Perhaps wanting her to become one of his many girls. From Octavia's snooping, she discovered that he had about six whores. Octavia smirked. They definitely were whores. Although she didn't judge them for their actions. It's just what they were. Trading their bodies sexually in exchange for payment of some kind. Again, she didn't judge the women who did this. But she refused to be one of them. Especially since she seemed to be reaping the benefits of it, without actually offering her body to Malfoy.
While Octavia couldn't deny that Malfoy was extremely attractive, her hatred for him outweighed his appearance. He was a huge asshole. A sexy one, yes. But an asshole nonetheless. She was perfectly aware of his attempts to try and get her to trade with him in the end. Giving her tinned peaches, sneaking treats into her bag, trying to seduce her in the woods a week ago. The last one she almost fell for. She almost let him kiss her. If that gunfire hadn't of interrupted them, she would have let him do whatever he wanted with her right there on the grass. Much like her dream, actually. But her mind wasn't mushy anymore. She saw clearly. He was trying to make himself appeal to her. Trying to seduce her so she would trade with him when he stopped giving her treats. She was sure of it. But it wouldn't happen. She wouldn't allow it.
While she wanted the treats to still come her way, it wasn't worth being his whore for. And from her gossiping with the girls, she learned over and over again that he barely ever granted his whores with treats after taking pleasure in their bodies. She was no fool. She would never let him touch her.
She would dammed before she gave herself to the coldest man she had ever known. Especially not after Nyle. With Nyle, her sexual experiences were sweet and kind. They would lay beside one another afterwards, talking all night until they succumbed to sleep. She learned, with Nyle, how nice it was to be with a man who loved you. So after him, the only man she would ever give herself to is a man that she loved in return. For that could be the only thing to top her encounters with Nyle. A mutual love. Definitely not being Malfoy's latest whore.
Octavia stuffed her diary back into her bag with a sigh. The devil that plagued her thoughts and dreams sat at the table silently. Not looking at her. Not talking. Just sitting there, reclining in the chair, eyes closed. She scowled.
There were so many other places to sit. Yet he sat across from her at the table she occupied. Rolling her eyes at his obvious attempts to gain her attention, she pulled the photograph from her bag. She needed to feel loved in that moment. To scrub away the feelings that Malfoy stirred in her. A strange fluttering sensation, that she still didn't recognise, having never felt it before. As well as the feeling of being dirty. Like she was an object to be acquired. Played with for some time, before being tossed away. Just like his whores. She was no different than them, in his eyes. She knew that.
Her lips twisted into a sweet smile as she eyed her photo with Nyle. The way his eyes looked at her in the picture … she was loved. She was worth more than her body. He wanted her. Not just her body. Her.
Much like the man that sat across from her. But she didn't know that. Nor did she know he was staring at her again.
Octavia shimmied into the clothes she snagged from the racks of the store, Hermione's laugh coming from outside of the fitting room door. She and the girls had spent pretty much the last two hours running from store to store, trying on the most ridiculous outfits they could find.
Octavia was sure she had chosen the worst one yet. A sequined orange jumpsuit that glistened. As though someone had doused the blonde from ABBA in fizzy orange juice. It was atrocious. Although she was sure the winning factor in her outfit was the orange and blue (those colours definitely do not go together!) platform stripper heels.
"Let us see!" Ginny shouted from outside the fitting room, clad in fluoro green spandex.
Octavia gave her ghastly outfit a once over in the mirror before stepping out of the small cubicle, a wide grin on her face.
"Oh. My. God!" Hermione gasped before roaring in a fit of laughter, the other girls joining her.
"I win!" Octavia grinned widely, shimmying her butt to empathise her point.
"How can you walk in those?" Ginny managed to ask through a fit of laughter, pointing at the horrendous stripper heels.
"It's a gift," Octavia shrugged, grinning smugly.
"Ok," Hermione said, her giggles subsiding. "I'm going to go find clothes that I'll actually wear."
"Same," Octavia agreed, dramatically strutting back into the changing room, Pansy and Ginny laughing as they watched her go.
Walking behind Pansy and Ginny, Octavia noticed her sister scowl toward the food court. Instantly her eyes followed Hermione's, frowning at what she saw. Malfoy and Blaise sat at a table, facing them. Malfoy's eyes on her. Blaise was exchanging a few words with Bette, his pretty whore. A homemaker, as per usual. Blaise got up and led the girl to the furniture store. Gross. It didn't escape her notice however that Malfoy waved his hand dismissively at his own whore, causing the girl to scuttle away, his eyes still on Octavia.
It angered Octavia how he treated the girl. And it confused her as to why the girls kept coming back to him, despite his blatant disrespect of them. At least Blaise offered his paramours a little more respect, granting them treats occasionally. Malfoy treated them like utter shit, and it infuriated Octavia. Especially since he seemed to want her as one of his whores. Luring her in with false promises of sweets and special treatment. Only to have sex her and give her nothing in the end.
You don't fool me, devil.
"Hey," Octavia elbowed her scowling sister lightly as they entered another clothing store. "You alright?"
"Yes," Hermione clipped, not meeting her sister's eyes. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Octavia thinned her lips. They both knew she was upset. And they both know why she was upset. But she obviously wasn't ready to admit that she felt for the Viper, let alone admit she was jealous. So Octavia let it be. For now.
Sighing, she scanned the shelves of jeans, instantly pulling out a white pair. Given her white dress hardly stayed white for long, she knew she should put the jeans down and opt for black instead. But they were just so cute! And would look great with her combat boots.
Shrugging to herself, Octavia grabbed a black long-sleeved top, heading straight for the change rooms. She could wear white if she wants to. Who cares if they get a little dirty? She didn't.
Plus her butt would look great in them. Malfoy would appreciate it. Not that she cared.
Most of the group had retired to bed after dinner, given it was quite late now. But Octavia was having far too much fun with the girls to head into the furniture store and find a bed to crash on. She felt that all she had done for the past week was sleep. That and day dream about Nyle. It was all there was to do in the Jeep, really. So she enjoyed her freedom from the vehicle while she could.
Sitting at the table with Pansy, Blaise and Malfoy, Octavia laughed as Hermione wrapped Ginny's arms up in cling film, mummifying her. Digging her hands into her bag, Octavia rummaged through her belongings, smiling as she found what she was looking for. The locket. It had been a while since she had worn it last. Draping it around her neck, Octavia didn't notice as Malfoy narrowed his eyes at her.
"That hardly goes with your new outfit," Pansy sighed, eyeing the locket with apparent distaste.
Octavia shrugged in response. "It goes with everything."
"It's so old," Pansy scrunched up her face.
"I think it's an heirloom or something," Octavia sighed, raising the pendant in her hand, tilted her head as she eyed it interestedly.
"You think?" Pansy asked curiously, eyeing the locket between Octavia's slender fingers.
"Well, yeah." Octavia shrugged. "I think so."
"It's not yours?" Pansy asked.
"It is now," Octavia thinned her lips, zipping up her bag. Completely oblivious to Malfoy's scathing glare.
"Out of all the things in the world you could steal, you chose that." Pansy raised her eyebrows.
"I didn't steal it." Octavia hissed at the girl. She was getting on her nerves now.
"Oh?" Pansy smirked at the girl's attitude. "Who gave it to you?"
"Nyle," Octavia shrugged, tucking the locket under her fitted black top.
"That guy that taught you games?" Pansy asked, her expression instantly softening.
"Yeah."
"Sorry." Pansy muttered, looking ashamed.
"It's fine," Octavia shrugged and forced a smile. "It was his mums, and I think she got it from her mother. So it's old."
"It's beautiful." Pansy grinned.
Octavia laughed at the girl's blatant lie. Not noticing Malfoy tensing, his eyes filled with rage. Blaise's eyes flickered between Malfoy and Octavia, eagerly waiting for his friend to explode. But it didn't come.
Abruptly, Malfoy stood from his seat, the chair tumbling over as he did. He stalked off without a word, running his hands over his face, the girls watching him go curiously.
Octavia didn't notice that both Pansy and Blaise smirked at her, her hazel eyes watching Malfoy go, frowning as he shoved a guard out of his way. Odd.
Octavia giggled as Ginny and Hermione wrapped her up in cling film, trapping her legs together and her arms to her body.
"It's too tight!" Octavia laughed, squirming in her restraints.
"You're a mummy," Hermione laughed, running circles around her sister's frame with the thin, clear material. "Mummies can't talk."
"Uh," Octavia grunted. "It's too hot. I'm sweating."
"Don't forget her hands," Pansy shouted from the adjacent table, watching the girls mummify Octavia with glee.
Blaise, who sat next to the pug-faced girl, looked bored as ever. Although Octavia noticed his eyes held a little glint in them as he watched Hermione laugh. She smirked knowingly. Those two had it bad for each other, yet neither knew of the other's feelings. She might have to help at some point. They'd never get there on their own otherwise. They just needed a little shove. And Octavia was more than happy to interfere! Oh, I mean help. Help.
"Uh oh." Hermione whispered, causing Octavia to widen her eyes in panic.
"What?" Octavia asked urgently. "What'd you do?"
"Malfoy." Ginny whispered, causing Octavia to fown.
Her eyes followed her friend's gaze, spotting Malfoy headed straight for them. Eyes on her. Furious eyes.
"What'd I do?" Octavia whispered, her widened eyes on an approaching angry Malfoy.
"Obviously something," Hermione spat quietly, backing off slightly as Malfoy neared them, headed straight for Octavia.
Octavia wished she could back away from his advancing form, but she was restricted by the clear material binding her body together, rooted to the spot.
An all too familiar mix of fear and anxiety coursed through her as she eyed his clenched jaw and molten grey eyes alight with fury.
She flinched as he grabbed her shoulders and gripped tightly. Malfoy shoved her against the wall harshly, causing her to gasp at the pain. His jaw clenched, his eyes ablaze, as he proceeded to aggressively rip the offending material from her body.
"Are you kidding me?" He snarled cruelly at her, his hands snatching at the clear wrap around her body, tearing it from her arms.
"What?" She whispered, her eyes burning with tears under his cruel stare and aggressive treatment.
"Why are you so fucking stupid?" He seethed at her, his hands tearing at the cling wrap, livid grey eyes boring down at her.
"Stop," she whimpered, shoving her now-free hands against his chest. "Get away from me."
Hermione stepped forward to intervene, concern shining in her eyes. Blaise was quicker. He grabbed the bushy-haired Granger by the arm, yanking her away from a furious Malfoy. Pansy and Ginny watching on with wide eyes.
"You willingly disabled yourself," he hissed as she whimpered, his hands shredding the wrap from her chest, his nails raking at her skin causing her to wince.
"Stop!" Octavia cried, tears streaming down her face as she feebly shoved her hands against his chest. He didn't budge. "You're hurting me!"
His eyes radiated pure rage as his hand gripped onto her throat strongly, causing her to wince, forcing her to look up at him. His nose touching hers. His grip was painful, but she could still breathe. Yet panic and fear surged through her every nerve ending like nothing else, her watery eyes trapped in his hateful stare. Her lip trembled as he pushed her further up against the wall, his face a touch away from hers. Her body trembled between his and the wall, her hazel orbs filled with fear. Her fingers clawed at his hand clasped firmly around her throat, tearing at his porcelain skin, sobs tearing through her wet lips.
"Walkers," he spat at her venomously, "or another group could come in here at any moment, and you, play around like a child."
Octavia stared up at him, her frightened eyes pleading with his enraged silver orbs, her body shaking with pure adrenaline and fear.
"I was just having fun," she whimpered, blanching as he snarled at her response.
"ARE YOU A CHILD?" Malfoy screamed in her face, his fingers digging into her neck.
"No," Octavia whimpered, clawing at his hand frantically. "GET OFF OF ME!"
Octavia cried out as he yanked her from the wall before slamming her back against it again with a thud. She grunted.
"IF YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE I CHILD," Malfoy roared in her face, his body trembling with rage, his face contorted in anger. "I WILL TREAT YOU LIKE ONE. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
Octavia whimpered and sobbed as he threw her to the ground, her body colliding with the tiles. Hesitantly looking up at Malfoy's looming figure, her lip trembling, tears streaking down her face. He stood before her, looking down at her with hatred and disgust, his upper lip contorted into a vicious snarl that had her blood running cold. She wasted no time in scrambling to her feet, running straight for the furniture store, Hermione and Ginny right behind her.
"Nice going," Pansy spat at Malfoy before grabbing Octavia's bag and following the girls into the furniture store. "And don't think I didn't see that, Draco. That was harsh."
Malfoy only glanced briefly at Pansy, his eyes flickering back to the doors the muggle had disappeared through. Anger coursing through his very soul. His fists clenched, his eyes vehement.
"Pansy's right," Blaise drawled as he sat himself at the table again. "None of the others saw you take it, but Octavia will notice that it's missing."
Draco narrowed his eyes at his friend warningly before tossing something into the bin. Something that strangely resembled a locket. Much like the locket Octavia was wearing. Before Malfoy snatched it from her neck, of course.
"She's not the smartest muggle around," Blaise drawled, his eyes on a tense Draco. "But she may just connect the dots."
"I seriously doubt that," Draco spat.
"Good luck getting her to trade with you now," Blaise sighed.
"I do not want her to trade with me." Draco seethed at his friend. "I want much more than that. And I will have it."
"You're so sure," Blaise smirked. "Even after what you just did to her?"
"She angered me," Draco spat, as though it excused his actions.
"Not for the reasons you stated, though." Blaise shook his head.
Both Blaise and Draco knew his reasons for attacking the muggle. He just couldn't contain his rage anymore. Not when she pranced around with his locket around her neck, looking at his picture longingly.
"Why don't you just tell her?" Blaise sighed.
"What?" Draco stared at his friend as though he had sprouted a second head.
"Tell her that it angers you when she talks of dear sweet Nyle." Blaise smirked. "Tell her you want her."
"I will not."
"Then how do you expect to have her in the end?" Blaise quirked his eyebrow at him.
"She will see."
"That you're her dark prince in shining armour?" Blaise laughed. "Yes, you do make a good point. With all your manhandling and screaming at the little muggle. Sweeping her right off her feet, aren't you?"
"Watch your tone." Draco narrowed his eyes at his friend, his body still tense with anger. "And like I said, she angered me. There are consequences for that."
Blaise straightened his back and thinned his lips at his friends implied warning. Nodding once to indicate that he understood, Blaise rose from the chair.
"We should get some sleep," Blaise drawled, making his way toward the furniture store. Although he was sure the muggle would be sobbing relentlessly, so he didn't plan on sleeping much through the night. She cried too much. And really, Draco had hardly harmed her. He could be much worse to her if he wished. She was overreacting, Blaise thought. She was quite a sensitive little thing. Far too sensitive. It annoyed him.