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Hermione's Point of View
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I woke up to feel the cold October air dancing upon my exposed skin. I felt that Blaise had left again and groaned, seeing that it was seven a.m. and that my first class was at nine. I had only slept about five hours. The cold air kept me from going back to sleep, so I got up and closed the window.
Noticing that I only had on the blanket wrapped around me, I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes. I pulled out a white tee shirt and a pair of gray sweatpant shorts. I also put on a navy blue zip-up sweater from Abercrombie on.
I walked out into the common room and saw Draco sitting in an oversized leather chair reading a book.
"Good morning," I said to him.
"Mmm hmm," he said without looking up from his book.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," he said again, still staring at the words on the page.
"Are you going to come down to the Great Hall for breakfast?" I asked, trying to get him to talk.
"No," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why do you care?" he asked.
"Uhh...I was just wondering if you wanted something from downstairs because I'm bringing my breakfast back up here," I said.
"Oh, if you could just get a coffee for me that would be nice," he said.
"No prob. You want it black? Or something in it?" I asked. "No, black is fine," he said dully, but with a little pain in his voice. I wondered what was wrong.
"Alright, I'll be back in a few," I said. Then I walked away, down to the kitchens.
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Draco's Point of View
I watched her leave, her curly hair flowing down her back and swishing from side to side as she walked. I didn't feel like being mean to her, but I just couldn't get the picture of her and my god damned cousin together. Some nasty shit going on there. I couldn't even look her in the eye when I was talking to her.
I sank into the depths of the chair and stared at the fireplace that was barely burning. I decided to get my sorry ass out of the chair and go down to the Slytherin dungeons and talk to Blaise and see what he would admit. So I pulled a hooded sweatshirt over my head and walked down to the place I used to call home when I went to Hogwarts.
I walked past the portraits, down the stairs and to the painting of the snake which would lead me down into the common room. I saw some familiar faces, some which I didn't know.
I was looking down at my sneakers as I was walking until I heard a sexy female voice call my name. I looked up to see the figure of Pansy fucking Parkinson. Now, I don't call her Pansy fucking Parkinson for nothing. Ha, ha, ha.
She was good for a fuck when you needed it. She was good in bed and she was there for me when I needed her. I saw her standing there in the doorway to her bedroom, wearing nothing but a short, short, short (did I say short?) black silk nightgown. Her hair was tousled in a sexy way and she was staring deep into my eyes.
"What are you doing down here, Draco?" she asked looking mischievously at me.
"I didn't know why until I saw you," I lied, because I didn't feel like telling her about Blaise. I hadn't gotten any in like two weeks. My eyes traveled up from her toes up to her head.
"Oh really? Well, do you want to come in or not?" she asked, giggling.
"Alright," I said walking into her bedroom-a place that I had been many
times before. She pranced over to her unmade bed and then spritzed on some
perfume from a pink bottle. She looked at me and stared for a few seconds.
"What?" I asked.
"Shut the door," she said. I walked over to the door and shut it.
"I've never seen you in muggle clothes like that, you look good," she said walking over to me and stopping about a centimeter away from my face. She pulled the hood to my sweatshirt off my head and stared into my eyes.
"Uhhh...thanks," I replied.
She pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. What I liked about her was that she took control in situations like this. Most of the time I was the one who had to take control of the girl that I was with and it was nice when I was with her, even though she was a whore and a half.
She ripped my sweatshirt over my head with my tee-shirt underneath and then slid my jeans off. Then she kissed my neck roughly, like an animal inside of her had taken over. I kissed her back with the same intensity and slowly, painstakingly took her nightie off. I knew this killed all the girls I was with and turned them on twice as much.
I slid into her and we rocked together in a steady motion, with each move placing us nearer to our climax. She lightly touched my face as we did it and sent shivers through my body as I stared into her dark green eyes. I'll never forget the picture of her face that early morning, her flushed cheeks, her fiery eyes, her wild, tousled blonde hair.
I felt a hot explosion running through my body that lasted for only a few seconds. I had climaxed and she collapsed on top of me, kissing my hair right above my forehead.
"Wow..." was all she said.
"Yeah..." I muttered as I pulled out of her and threw my clothes back on.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked.
"I would like to stay, but I've got some Head Boy crap to do. You know how it is," I said kissing her lightly.
"Mmm hmm," she said.
"I'll see you later, okay?" I said.
"Yeah, hopefully," she said looking at me.
Her stare was killer. She could look right through you with those piercing green eyes. She stared at me with an innocent look on her face.
I felt sort of bad for leaving so soon and turned to leave. I remembered Hermione with that God damned coffee. I had to leave.or did I?
As soon as I was going to turn the knob of the door I turned around saw her still staring at me. Fuck this, we were going to do it again. I just didn't give a fuck about anything else. I ran back to the bed and kissed her savagely, like I hadn't seen her in years.
"This is the last time, I promise," I said in between kisses, gasping for air.
"Yeah...definetely," she said breathily. Her nightgown was back on and I took the neckline of her black sex kitten dress and ripped it all the way down to the bottom. I was definitely making up for the two week period of getting no action. Screw that God damned bitch Hermione-I didn't need her.
"Hey! That was my favorite nightie," she said, breaking away from me.
"I'll buy you another one," I said, trying to breathe.
I then returned to kissing her and then I slid in once again. We fell into a rhythm so fast. so into it, so...so full of fucking passion and lust. I had one of the most powerful orgasms in my life in that moment. She definitely did it for me in the bedroom.
But, when she opened her mouth and you tried to have an intelligent conversation with her, it was practically impossible. I laid there next to her, staring at the ceiling, spacing out. I then remembered Hermione and that coffee. I wanted to go back up there to get it and I also wanted to see her. Wait, didn't I say that she was a bitch and that I didn't need her? I guess I just thought that in the heat of the moment. I didn't really mean it.
I looked over at Pansy and noticed that she had her eyes closed. I watched her chest rise and fall from her breathing and noticed how beautiful her porcelain skin was. It was coated with a dewy film from what we were just doing and the sunlight was reflecting off of her skin. She was gorgeous.
However, she was just plain dumb. That killed it for me-when I was with her, I couldn't talk about books I've read or ask her for help on Transfiguration homework. I couldn't ask her about her future, about her plans in life or about anything. Her main goal was probably to get married and pregnant.
I wanted to get out of there. So, I put my clothes on again and told her that I had to leave. She nodded and I closed the door to her bedroom behind me.
I was walking behind a couple and the guy had his arm around the girl's shoulder protectively and you could tell that he cared about her. Wait a fucking minute - blonde hair, tall and those gay fucking Puma sneakers. It was definitely Blaise.
"Hey Zabini! Wait up!" I yelled.
"Dray...What up?" he asked, turning around.
I wanted to kick the shit out of him right now for being with another girl. He was with Hermione a few hours ago, but now he was with Gabriella Mingione, (pronounced minge-ee-own-ee) an Italian transfer student from two years ago. She was pretty, but that still didn't mean that he should be fucking around like this.
"Nothing, nothing. What about you?" I replied.
"Nothing really. Just hanging around with Gabriella, if you get my drift," he said when Gabriella hit him in the side.
"Mmm hmm. Well, I gotta go. I'll see you later," I replied icily.
"Something the matter Dray?" he asked.
"No, I just gotta be somewhere," I said. "Alright, bye," he said.
I walked away, trying my hardest to contain the anger running through me. He was playing Hermione for a fool. When I saw them last night she seemed to be so in love with him. I guess he had other shit on his mind besides her. What a bastard.
I walked through the painting and then walked to the main staircase. I saw fucking Pothead and Weasel. I didn't need this crap right now.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it the amazing bouncing ferret?" Potter said to me.
"Fuck you and stay out of my way before I turn you into an amazing fucking worm, asshole," I said.
"Get over yourself, Malfoy," they replied.
"Can't you find anything better to do?" I asked. I could tell that they were
searching for a reply.
"Well, apparently not. So stay the hell away from me," I replied and then walked away. I made my way to the Head Boy/Girl dorms.
"Pixie Dust," I told the portrait and it opened. I walked inside and saw Hermione on the floor eating and doing schoolwork. She looked so innocent and I felt bad about the whole Blaise thing.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey Draco," she said.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing, your coffee is over there if you still want it. Where did you go?" she asked.
"Nowhere, I went for walk," I lied.
"Oh," she said. "Mmm hmm," I replied.
I walked over to the table and grabbed my coffee. My favorite-French Vanilla, how did she know? Hmmm.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Shoot," she replied.
"Are you and Blaise together?" I asked, nervous of what she was going to say.
"Mmmm.maybe. I really like him, Draco and I think that he likes me too," she
said, her eyes sparkling. Damn. I couldn't tell her now. Should I though? God damn. This was confusing.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just wondering," I said vaguely, hopefully she would just let it go.
"No, there must've been a reason. Tell me," she said. Damn, she was smart. Well, smarter than Pansy.
"Uhhh... I don't think I should tell you," I said. God damn it...Fuck fuck fuck...I didn't want to get involved with this.
"Tell me! Come on!" she said.
"Uhhh.fine. I saw Blaise leaving here last night and I figured that you and him...well you know. Not that it's any of my business. He didn't see me though. This morning I went down into the Slytherin dungeons to see my friends and I saw him with his arm around Gabriella Mingione. They seemed really into each other and he told me that they just did shit together. I'm sorry," I said.
A dull blank look came across her eyes and she collapsed into my arms shaking like a leaf. She wasn't crying, but you could tell that she was devastated. It was a sight that I almost couldn't take. With her head on my chest, I let a small tear roll down my cheek - one that she would never, ever
see.
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Hermione's Point of View
The news of Blaise and that girl hit me like a ton of bricks. Even though I didn't want to admit that I liked him before, I definitely had feelings for him.
I remember just collapsing into Draco's arms, not being able to do anything but stay there in his arms. I was too angry to cry. That mother fucker didn't deserve my tears.
I knew that I shouldn't have gone all the way with him and that I shouldn't have trusted him since I didn't know him very well. I'm so...so...so stupid.
What I remember most of those moments I spent with Draco was the smell of him. The smell of him was so intoxicating, so warm, so safe. He smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. (a/n-- I wanna taste that!! hahah lmao) I closed my eyes and took in the smell off of his black sweater. I stared up into his icy blue eyes searching for answers but, I didn't find any.
I just got up from the floor where I was sitting with him and laid down on the couch. For the first time in my life, I seriously didn't know what to do with myself.
I stared at the ceiling and then shut my eyes, hoping that when I opened them it would all be just a dream, that it would just all go away. His voice opened my eyes.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"I guess, but I can't believe that I gave myself to him like that though," I said. "Me either," he said under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing...nothing..." he said.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"I think I'm going to go lay down. I'll see you later," I said.
"Alright. Call me if you need anything," he replied.
"Okay, thanks so much," I said walking away.
"No problem," he said.
I walked down my hallway and opened the door to my bedroom. I looked inside at the unmade bed where Blaise was laying beside me just a few hours ago. I wanted to burn that God damned bed. I ripped the sheets and covers off of it and sat down at the edge of the bed and sank down to the floor, the white down blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
I couldn't believe that he did this to me. What a bastard. I remember falling asleep, dreaming of a man on a white horse coming to take me from the top of a castle prison like Rapunzel. But, in the dream I could never see his face. Just as the knight who was coming to rescue me was about to
turn around so I could see his face, I was jerked out of the dream by a knock on the door.
"Uh...Who is it?" I asked.
"Me, Draco," he said.
"Oh, hi. Come in," I said.
He opened the doorknob slowly and then he walked in. God, he looked hot. His hair was all messed up and the longer pieces were falling in front of his face. Wow.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you were doing," he said.
"I'm alright," I said shaking my head.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he said.
"What?!" I asked.
"You heard me, let's get out of here," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me off the floor.
"Where are we going, Draco?" I asked, looking out the window to notice that it was pitch black outside.
"Don't worry, just follow me," he said, pulling me along into the dark night.
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Sucker 4 a Scot- Thank you so much..I love to see that my story stirs peoples emotions. That's what writings all about. Thanks again, and I hope you like this chapter.
Baylee-Grace- Thanks for the compliment. I try to be different, and you'll see that in later chapters. Btw, what does ooc mean? I feel like a sped not knowing..lol..Tell me in your next review. hehe.(
Reney- I love reviews like yours that ask questions. I used a lot of cursing for Draco's pont of view because it shows the anger that he has pent up inside, and in his thoughts, that anger is released. I hope that answers your question. Also, that's why the story is rated R. Thanks for reviewing!
Darkmarkgrl-I love your sense of humor.. its great! lol I laughed when I read your review..thanks so much.
Zebra-Eyes- When I ask nicely.I hope that people respond hehe. What does OOC mean!? Its driving me nuts. Tell me!! lol
Rachel (Jumper_Girl2001@hotmail.com)- I don't now if my story is brilliant or not, but its reviewers like you that make me want to continue. Thanks, and review again!
Serpent Du Feu- I always look forward to your reviews because they are so honest. It helps my writing, and I love the compliments! Thanks!
-Becca- You are the best reviewer ever. That's all I have to say. hehe
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Qiana Elfsong- I love your reviews, because they help me with my writing. Thanks so much. I hope you saw my reviews on your story. hehe-
A thanks to my other reviewers-- Slytherins Queen, Silver Blood, anna, liizzie star 08,a nd anyone else I forgot. If I forgot you, tell me to put you in the next chapter. Anyway, on with the story.
Hermione's Point of View
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I woke up to feel the cold October air dancing upon my exposed skin. I felt that Blaise had left again and groaned, seeing that it was seven a.m. and that my first class was at nine. I had only slept about five hours. The cold air kept me from going back to sleep, so I got up and closed the window.
Noticing that I only had on the blanket wrapped around me, I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes. I pulled out a white tee shirt and a pair of gray sweatpant shorts. I also put on a navy blue zip-up sweater from Abercrombie on.
I walked out into the common room and saw Draco sitting in an oversized leather chair reading a book.
"Good morning," I said to him.
"Mmm hmm," he said without looking up from his book.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," he said again, still staring at the words on the page.
"Are you going to come down to the Great Hall for breakfast?" I asked, trying to get him to talk.
"No," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why do you care?" he asked.
"Uhh...I was just wondering if you wanted something from downstairs because I'm bringing my breakfast back up here," I said.
"Oh, if you could just get a coffee for me that would be nice," he said.
"No prob. You want it black? Or something in it?" I asked. "No, black is fine," he said dully, but with a little pain in his voice. I wondered what was wrong.
"Alright, I'll be back in a few," I said. Then I walked away, down to the kitchens.
/*/*/*/*
Draco's Point of View
I watched her leave, her curly hair flowing down her back and swishing from side to side as she walked. I didn't feel like being mean to her, but I just couldn't get the picture of her and my god damned cousin together. Some nasty shit going on there. I couldn't even look her in the eye when I was talking to her.
I sank into the depths of the chair and stared at the fireplace that was barely burning. I decided to get my sorry ass out of the chair and go down to the Slytherin dungeons and talk to Blaise and see what he would admit. So I pulled a hooded sweatshirt over my head and walked down to the place I used to call home when I went to Hogwarts.
I walked past the portraits, down the stairs and to the painting of the snake which would lead me down into the common room. I saw some familiar faces, some which I didn't know.
I was looking down at my sneakers as I was walking until I heard a sexy female voice call my name. I looked up to see the figure of Pansy fucking Parkinson. Now, I don't call her Pansy fucking Parkinson for nothing. Ha, ha, ha.
She was good for a fuck when you needed it. She was good in bed and she was there for me when I needed her. I saw her standing there in the doorway to her bedroom, wearing nothing but a short, short, short (did I say short?) black silk nightgown. Her hair was tousled in a sexy way and she was staring deep into my eyes.
"What are you doing down here, Draco?" she asked looking mischievously at me.
"I didn't know why until I saw you," I lied, because I didn't feel like telling her about Blaise. I hadn't gotten any in like two weeks. My eyes traveled up from her toes up to her head.
"Oh really? Well, do you want to come in or not?" she asked, giggling.
"Alright," I said walking into her bedroom-a place that I had been many
times before. She pranced over to her unmade bed and then spritzed on some
perfume from a pink bottle. She looked at me and stared for a few seconds.
"What?" I asked.
"Shut the door," she said. I walked over to the door and shut it.
"I've never seen you in muggle clothes like that, you look good," she said walking over to me and stopping about a centimeter away from my face. She pulled the hood to my sweatshirt off my head and stared into my eyes.
"Uhhh...thanks," I replied.
She pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. What I liked about her was that she took control in situations like this. Most of the time I was the one who had to take control of the girl that I was with and it was nice when I was with her, even though she was a whore and a half.
She ripped my sweatshirt over my head with my tee-shirt underneath and then slid my jeans off. Then she kissed my neck roughly, like an animal inside of her had taken over. I kissed her back with the same intensity and slowly, painstakingly took her nightie off. I knew this killed all the girls I was with and turned them on twice as much.
I slid into her and we rocked together in a steady motion, with each move placing us nearer to our climax. She lightly touched my face as we did it and sent shivers through my body as I stared into her dark green eyes. I'll never forget the picture of her face that early morning, her flushed cheeks, her fiery eyes, her wild, tousled blonde hair.
I felt a hot explosion running through my body that lasted for only a few seconds. I had climaxed and she collapsed on top of me, kissing my hair right above my forehead.
"Wow..." was all she said.
"Yeah..." I muttered as I pulled out of her and threw my clothes back on.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked.
"I would like to stay, but I've got some Head Boy crap to do. You know how it is," I said kissing her lightly.
"Mmm hmm," she said.
"I'll see you later, okay?" I said.
"Yeah, hopefully," she said looking at me.
Her stare was killer. She could look right through you with those piercing green eyes. She stared at me with an innocent look on her face.
I felt sort of bad for leaving so soon and turned to leave. I remembered Hermione with that God damned coffee. I had to leave.or did I?
As soon as I was going to turn the knob of the door I turned around saw her still staring at me. Fuck this, we were going to do it again. I just didn't give a fuck about anything else. I ran back to the bed and kissed her savagely, like I hadn't seen her in years.
"This is the last time, I promise," I said in between kisses, gasping for air.
"Yeah...definetely," she said breathily. Her nightgown was back on and I took the neckline of her black sex kitten dress and ripped it all the way down to the bottom. I was definitely making up for the two week period of getting no action. Screw that God damned bitch Hermione-I didn't need her.
"Hey! That was my favorite nightie," she said, breaking away from me.
"I'll buy you another one," I said, trying to breathe.
I then returned to kissing her and then I slid in once again. We fell into a rhythm so fast. so into it, so...so full of fucking passion and lust. I had one of the most powerful orgasms in my life in that moment. She definitely did it for me in the bedroom.
But, when she opened her mouth and you tried to have an intelligent conversation with her, it was practically impossible. I laid there next to her, staring at the ceiling, spacing out. I then remembered Hermione and that coffee. I wanted to go back up there to get it and I also wanted to see her. Wait, didn't I say that she was a bitch and that I didn't need her? I guess I just thought that in the heat of the moment. I didn't really mean it.
I looked over at Pansy and noticed that she had her eyes closed. I watched her chest rise and fall from her breathing and noticed how beautiful her porcelain skin was. It was coated with a dewy film from what we were just doing and the sunlight was reflecting off of her skin. She was gorgeous.
However, she was just plain dumb. That killed it for me-when I was with her, I couldn't talk about books I've read or ask her for help on Transfiguration homework. I couldn't ask her about her future, about her plans in life or about anything. Her main goal was probably to get married and pregnant.
I wanted to get out of there. So, I put my clothes on again and told her that I had to leave. She nodded and I closed the door to her bedroom behind me.
I was walking behind a couple and the guy had his arm around the girl's shoulder protectively and you could tell that he cared about her. Wait a fucking minute - blonde hair, tall and those gay fucking Puma sneakers. It was definitely Blaise.
"Hey Zabini! Wait up!" I yelled.
"Dray...What up?" he asked, turning around.
I wanted to kick the shit out of him right now for being with another girl. He was with Hermione a few hours ago, but now he was with Gabriella Mingione, (pronounced minge-ee-own-ee) an Italian transfer student from two years ago. She was pretty, but that still didn't mean that he should be fucking around like this.
"Nothing, nothing. What about you?" I replied.
"Nothing really. Just hanging around with Gabriella, if you get my drift," he said when Gabriella hit him in the side.
"Mmm hmm. Well, I gotta go. I'll see you later," I replied icily.
"Something the matter Dray?" he asked.
"No, I just gotta be somewhere," I said. "Alright, bye," he said.
I walked away, trying my hardest to contain the anger running through me. He was playing Hermione for a fool. When I saw them last night she seemed to be so in love with him. I guess he had other shit on his mind besides her. What a bastard.
I walked through the painting and then walked to the main staircase. I saw fucking Pothead and Weasel. I didn't need this crap right now.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it the amazing bouncing ferret?" Potter said to me.
"Fuck you and stay out of my way before I turn you into an amazing fucking worm, asshole," I said.
"Get over yourself, Malfoy," they replied.
"Can't you find anything better to do?" I asked. I could tell that they were
searching for a reply.
"Well, apparently not. So stay the hell away from me," I replied and then walked away. I made my way to the Head Boy/Girl dorms.
"Pixie Dust," I told the portrait and it opened. I walked inside and saw Hermione on the floor eating and doing schoolwork. She looked so innocent and I felt bad about the whole Blaise thing.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey Draco," she said.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Nothing, your coffee is over there if you still want it. Where did you go?" she asked.
"Nowhere, I went for walk," I lied.
"Oh," she said. "Mmm hmm," I replied.
I walked over to the table and grabbed my coffee. My favorite-French Vanilla, how did she know? Hmmm.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I asked.
"Shoot," she replied.
"Are you and Blaise together?" I asked, nervous of what she was going to say.
"Mmmm.maybe. I really like him, Draco and I think that he likes me too," she
said, her eyes sparkling. Damn. I couldn't tell her now. Should I though? God damn. This was confusing.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just wondering," I said vaguely, hopefully she would just let it go.
"No, there must've been a reason. Tell me," she said. Damn, she was smart. Well, smarter than Pansy.
"Uhhh... I don't think I should tell you," I said. God damn it...Fuck fuck fuck...I didn't want to get involved with this.
"Tell me! Come on!" she said.
"Uhhh.fine. I saw Blaise leaving here last night and I figured that you and him...well you know. Not that it's any of my business. He didn't see me though. This morning I went down into the Slytherin dungeons to see my friends and I saw him with his arm around Gabriella Mingione. They seemed really into each other and he told me that they just did shit together. I'm sorry," I said.
A dull blank look came across her eyes and she collapsed into my arms shaking like a leaf. She wasn't crying, but you could tell that she was devastated. It was a sight that I almost couldn't take. With her head on my chest, I let a small tear roll down my cheek - one that she would never, ever
see.
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Hermione's Point of View
The news of Blaise and that girl hit me like a ton of bricks. Even though I didn't want to admit that I liked him before, I definitely had feelings for him.
I remember just collapsing into Draco's arms, not being able to do anything but stay there in his arms. I was too angry to cry. That mother fucker didn't deserve my tears.
I knew that I shouldn't have gone all the way with him and that I shouldn't have trusted him since I didn't know him very well. I'm so...so...so stupid.
What I remember most of those moments I spent with Draco was the smell of him. The smell of him was so intoxicating, so warm, so safe. He smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. (a/n-- I wanna taste that!! hahah lmao) I closed my eyes and took in the smell off of his black sweater. I stared up into his icy blue eyes searching for answers but, I didn't find any.
I just got up from the floor where I was sitting with him and laid down on the couch. For the first time in my life, I seriously didn't know what to do with myself.
I stared at the ceiling and then shut my eyes, hoping that when I opened them it would all be just a dream, that it would just all go away. His voice opened my eyes.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked.
"I guess, but I can't believe that I gave myself to him like that though," I said. "Me either," he said under his breath.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing...nothing..." he said.
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
"I think I'm going to go lay down. I'll see you later," I said.
"Alright. Call me if you need anything," he replied.
"Okay, thanks so much," I said walking away.
"No problem," he said.
I walked down my hallway and opened the door to my bedroom. I looked inside at the unmade bed where Blaise was laying beside me just a few hours ago. I wanted to burn that God damned bed. I ripped the sheets and covers off of it and sat down at the edge of the bed and sank down to the floor, the white down blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
I couldn't believe that he did this to me. What a bastard. I remember falling asleep, dreaming of a man on a white horse coming to take me from the top of a castle prison like Rapunzel. But, in the dream I could never see his face. Just as the knight who was coming to rescue me was about to
turn around so I could see his face, I was jerked out of the dream by a knock on the door.
"Uh...Who is it?" I asked.
"Me, Draco," he said.
"Oh, hi. Come in," I said.
He opened the doorknob slowly and then he walked in. God, he looked hot. His hair was all messed up and the longer pieces were falling in front of his face. Wow.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing, I just wanted to see how you were doing," he said.
"I'm alright," I said shaking my head.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he said.
"What?!" I asked.
"You heard me, let's get out of here," he said grabbing my hand and pulling me off the floor.
"Where are we going, Draco?" I asked, looking out the window to notice that it was pitch black outside.
"Don't worry, just follow me," he said, pulling me along into the dark night.
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