"And I know that there's friction between me and you

I know that you're uncomfortable, believe me, I do"

Keaton Henson- Sarah Minor

Six Days Later- Tuesday

We hadn't spoken. Once. Not even a good morning or good night. I started my day thinking about him, and ended my day dreading the next morning where I would start all over. Draco didn't leave that night, although he spent his days working at his own home, still in shambles as far as I knew. He avoided me. I went left, he went right. I made meals in the kitchen, he retreated to his room. I sat in the living room, he played that damn piano. He never fucking stopped playing that piano. Constantly he was playing a hauntingly beautiful piece, slow and dramatic. Everytime he ended his time in the library, he played the same song from the first night he found the instrument. It's how I knew to hide in my own room again. I couldn't stand that damn song anymore; it tortured me.

I was back at work the day before. I was flooded with questions after being out for an entire week.

"Were you sick?" Twice. "Family problems?" Four times. "Do you need help getting caught up again?" Twice. "Are you ok?" No.

Needless to say, it was an awful day. I didn't want to be talked to, coddled, or helped by anyone. I wanted to go home and have life be normal again. Normal. It really wasn't all that great, but it was better than what I had now. Draco was just an added problem. He was merely a figure in my life. Draco was nothing more than a constant reminder in my head about another failed attempt at friendship, something I was getting great at by now.

On my way out of the office yesterday I ran into Harry. He seemed concerned. Well, honestly he seemed like he hadn't slept in a week for one reason or another and I doubt my absence had helped.

"Mione! I'm glad you're back in! How are you?" Harry asked, greeting me with a large hug.

"I'm alright Harry," I said. "I was actually just heading out. I'm starting out slow, only half days for now. I'm doing alright though."

Harry looked at me quizzically. His head tilted and he said, "Ginny has been asking about you. Wanted to make sure you were ok. Why she was so worried, I don't know. I've seen you go through worse."

He was right. I had gone through worse. Except all those times, it had been over good and evil. This was my life now; my relationships and my friendships. I had never had to struggle over someone like this before. Sure, there was Ron and Lavender. But honestly, it was just pure jealousy and fury at her and him. This situation was a man who told me it was a bloody mistake to even get physical in the smallest of times. I didn't even ask for it! Why was I so pissed off? Attractive guy kisses you and you focus more on what he says after the kiss than the kiss itself? Did other people go through this? Or was my life just fucked up like that? Like I didn't have enough troubles on my own without Draco.

And yet...I still craved him.

"Yeah, I guess I have. Look, Harry, I've got to get going but let Ginny know I'm alright."

"Ok," he said. He pulled me into another hug. "I'll let her know. You get home safe."

"Thanks, Harry."

When I was home, I knew I was alone. Draco never came back until after six everyday. Consistently. It was around three when I landed from the Floo in my living room. Three hours of peace for me. I yawned as I took off my shoes and carried them on my finger tips. The steps below me gave with my weight, making a soft squeak with each step I took. I yawned again into my hands and finally succumbed to sleep. I dropped onto bed and within moments, I was out.

I sat in a chair in the corner of a large dark library. I must have been there before as I sat comfortably in the armchair, reading the thickest book I could find. The room had a dark green aura, like I had been swallowed into Slytherin-land. It smelled like books, an earthy smell like novels that hadn't been touched in a century. I touched the spine of the book I read, finding it to be a smooth leather. I read on down the page although all of the words seemed jumbled. In my mind I found that to be normal and my dream self thought nothing of it. It was as if I did it every day. I heard a loud noise coming from outside the library and I looked up from my book. As it came closer the noise could be distinguished as footsteps; heavy and demanding. The feet entered the library, attached to a very distressed looking Malfoy.

I closed my book and set it on the floor, standing up in Draco's sight.

"Malfoy, are you ok?" I asked. He didn't stop in his tracks and soon he was feet away, footsteps still loud and intimidating.

"Malfoy-" I started when he made contact. He gripped my shoulders and pushed me against the chair, forcing my knees to bend until I was sitting in the chair again. He crouched over me and slammed his lips to mine, demanding to be pleased. His hands dug in my hair pulling and dragging until I moaned into the silence of the library. His hand went to my neck and thigh kneading both, leaving marks in their wake. I cried out when he drifted his lips to my jaw, sucking and pleasing with his tongue, leaving love marks under his touch.

"Dr-Draco," I moaned. "Please." I was begging. He returned his attention to my lips, tasting like peppermint. He asked for access, which I gladly granted, into my mouth, his tongue soft and fierce at mine. A noise escaped my throat, pleading for him to continue. His hand reached for my jeans, and underneath, my wet sex.

"Open for me?" he asked. "Let me fuck you."

"Yes. Merlin yes!" I cried.

He looked deep into my eyes, his expression changing, and with the tilt of his head said, "Granger wake the fuck up."

"Granger? Hey! Wake up!" he said. I groaned and opened my eyes. "God you look like hell. Are you alright? You're drenched-," Malfoy said.

I closed my eyes again and groaned louder, shoving my face into the bed, refusing to look at him. "Malfoy, get the hell out of my room!" I said embarrassedly.

"I'd love to, but with all the noise you're making I can hardly get any peace and quiet in this house."

"Get. Out. NOW!" I yelled at him through my bed, the noise being muffled.

"Fine, fine." I heard him walk out of the room.

My skin was gleaming in sweat, my hair out of place. I must have been thrashing in my sleep, usually like I did in my nightmares, except this was no nightmare. Not yet at least.

Author's Note: Quick update means a bit of a shorter chapter. Apologizes for that...Anyway, WE BROKE 50 FOLLOWERS! That is so exciting! At least to me! Also, thank you for the reviews and favorites I LOVE them! Also, I want to make a note that the feathers and note that Draco had will come up later in the story, but they do have a meaning! Thanks for reading!

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