The Darkest of Roses
Chapter 36: A Moment of Realization

AuthorNotes: Sorry about the shortness. It's just meant as an informational and filler chapter. The next one will definitely be longer! :) enjoy

The room was chaotic with some of the artifacts on the ground and overturned sofas. They were tangled together on the floor, wrapping up in some kind of fur blanket. Abigail had her head on Draco's chest, breathing rhythmically and deep. She was in a deep slumber and completely exhausted but something had woke her up. Her eyes danced open and looked around the room where they could see. She didn't see anything that had woken her so she closed her eyes, determined to sleep once more.

But that same insufferable buzzing sounded in the back of her skull and she sighed, sitting up and rubbing at her heavy eyes. Draco looked almost irritated while he slept as his hand replaced where her head had been and a small groan escaped his throat. She pushed the blanket up to his chest and peered around, frowning. Abigail could hardly believe she just had sex with Draco Malfoy, like mind-blowing sex with him; with the guy that her ex-best friend loathed with a passion. Was she really this devil hearted?

Abigail stood as tears collected in her eyes. Of course she didn't regret it but she hadn't meant to give in so easily. They really haven't been sparking for that long. She wasn't sure why she all of a sudden gave herself so fully. She looked over at the sphere and froze as the dragon's red eyes stared up at her. The way it looked at her made chills soar up and down her spine. She had a hard time moving as she gathered her things and finally, grabbing her wand to drop it beside the sphere. She dressed and took a look at Draco; what time was it, anyways?

She glanced up at the small wall clock and found it was only about three in the morning. How would she get back to the common room without being spotted and given detention? But judging by how her eyes began stinging and her lips quivering, she probably looked hysterical. If she ran into only boy prefects or male professors, she'd luck out by them being awkward around a female crying. But if professor McGonagall had a shift near her, she'd ask questions and be a pest.

But as she took another look at Draco, she watched as his eyes opened and looked around before capturing her gaze and there was no way she'd be able to leave. He eyed her curiously before realization hit and that stone look appeared. Quickly, she smiled and walked over to him to kneel beside him. "I figured we could dress and arrange the armchairs so they'd make a bed. I was going to move them before waking you since you looked so peaceful," she lied. Draco eyed her briefly but for the moment believed her and sat up.

Abigail gasped and put a hand over her mouth to stop a squeal from escaping. Draco looked over at her wide-eyed and a little panicked. "What is it?" he asked, peering around and reaching for his wand.

"No, no! Not that. It's your…your back. Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry," she stumbled. Draco shifted his shoulder so he could peer down at his back awkwardly and he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I know," he piped. "It's ok though. I don't mind. In fact, I don't mind if you do it." He smirked over at her and she found a blush light up her face. Draco pulled on his briefs and t-shirt and stood up, groaning a little, putting his hand over his shoulder area. Abigail stood and decided to shrug off her sweats; they were uncomfortable anyways.

They moved the armchairs together so they make a small cot and Draco was the first to lay down as Abigail arranged the blanket, tossing the sphere and her wand on a table she had moved close to their makeshift cot. She crawled in beside Draco, glancing around and sighing. She looked up at Draco and frowned, eyeing the bite welt on his shoulder. "Does it hurt?" she asked, meekly. He looked down where her hands timidly pointed to and smirked.

"Not really. It's kind of tingling but nothing I can't handle. I've had worse," he mumbled.

"Like the Hippogriff attack?" Abigail joked. Draco glared down at her.

"That thing attacked me!" he defended. Abigail couldn't help but laughing.

"Yeah right, Draco! You offended it and it defended itself, much like you are now," she explained. Draco eyed her and ignored the statement, shifting to get more comfortable. She found this amusing but didn't say anymore. She put her head in the crook of his arm and sighed, running her hand up and down his stomach. Her eyes felt like they had elephants hanging from them as she laid there. His body was warm against his and his breathing was unlabored, making it relaxing.

"You still awake?" he asked. Abigail was barely able to nod and he chuckled. "Barely, huh?" She nodded again. She felt his hand move from her back to her head where he began moving it through her hair, slowly. Her body seemed to respond to that and she moaned, relaxing and her eyes closing instantly.

"Good night, Malfoy…" she mumbled, pulling her arms close to her chest to snuggle even more against him.

"Sweet dreams, Jones." She chuckled lightly as her mind fogged out and she was able to become unconscious once more. Draco, however, stayed up for a bit longer and kept stroking her hair, eyeing down at his feet. He has never had such an extravagant night with another woman before. Parkinson was a dead fish in bed, only doing something when he told her to. His other females had been dogs compared to Abigail, and expendable. He wasn't so sure about Abigail. She had the ability to become one of his good friends, much like Devon Richards had become in a long period of time.

Devon Richards.

He had almost forgotten about that girl. It seems he had to kill off another tie to a female so he could have mind blowing sex with Abigail instead. He didn't mind killing off that Richards wench if it meant having the same sex with Abigail as last night. Draco was sure the Richards wench wouldn't mind either; her abilities were starting to bore him when they used to entice him. He'd break the news to her tomorrow with little to no information why. He didn't care if she through a hissy fit against him or not. He didn't care. He could walk away from any and all friendships he had right now.

But as he stared down at Abigail, his mind faltered at the scene of walking away from him. He was positive she would be strong enough to take it, almost like he would if she had really walked away from him tonight. He knew she had been lying, but was glad she was so into him. Draco wasn't sure if he'd be the same after meeting someone quite like Abigail Jones. She was a treat and a real character at times. She was bipolar, irrational and let her emotions run her at times. She got hot headed and fire under her bum when something irked her. It wasn't normal to see her with an intense look on her face when she walked, almost as if every step counted.

And the small wrinkle on the bridge on her nose when she was studying drove him crazy for some odd reason. It started to appear the first time he had hung with her in those tutoring lessons for Transfiguration. He had been quite captivated by the small wrinkles that appeared there. To anyone else, she'd probably look pissed off or constipated, but he saw in her eyes she was reading intently and every word counted.

His mind drew blank and he sighed, turning his view away from her. Why did she have such power over him? Every time he thinks something, it'll trigger another thought that reminded him of her and his thoughts would drown on and on about her small mannerisms and habits that fascinated him. She was a plague that swarmed his entire being. A big, fat and black plague swarming his being and drowning who he really was. He wanted to leave at that moment, but then when he looked down at her peaceful face, he didn't have the right mind to leave. His heart tugged when he had shifted away from her and that tug would just increase the farther he walked until he was on the ground having a cardiac arrest.

It's not love, he reassured himself. Love didn't exist. Just look at his parents. They weren't in love. There was no possible way those two were in love. They hardly were in the same room with each other. His father was always away, doing Merlin knows with you-know-who and his mother was either crying in her room when she thought nobody was home or wouldn't hear her or out shopping.

Draco frowned. How could his family be so dysfunctional? He glanced down at Abigail and sighed. He would bet his entire savings that her family wasn't dysfunctional. In fact, he'd bet his bottom dollar that she had a loving family who was always there for her. He couldn't help but be slightly envious on that. He shook that thought away instantly. Abigail would never allow him to think that. Never would she. She would show him more affection if he said anything and that was something he wouldn't be able to handle.

He shifted his weight and sighed, finding the perfect spot and the comfort set in. He peered down at her peaceful face and watched as her body snuggled up closer to him as her arms wrapped around him loosely and in her sleep, her fingers rubbing his lower back where the scratches weren't present. He sighed and smirked, smoothing some hair out of her face. How could something so pure looking just do what she did with him? He truly was an evil git for tainting her. Oh Merlin, what would that wench of a friend of hers think? She'd probably flip and the thought was amusing, causing a chuckle to echo from his throat.

He shook his head and settled down against the throw pillow, wrapping the blanket more securely around him and Abigail before closing his eyes and allowing the dreamland to take him, to quiet his thoughts for the next couple hours of sleep he'd get.