Rendez-vous to feed anxiety
Draco went back to his dorm, he felt alive again, he couldn't really think...
He was back to the same impulsive game of being an eagle and clawing your prey, almost an abuser. It made hi feel powerful in a time when he truly felt as if the floor had slipped from under his feet and he was falling down an endless tunnel all alone.
He hated being alone.
He sat around, and tried to think for a while but his heart beats pumped adrenaline through his blood and he couldn't think, he couldn't rationalize, the danger of it excited him... And he couldn't wait... He became fidgety, his feet beating the floor in a quick rhythmic manner as he sat on his bed, legs spread hands coupled together resting his elbows on his knees. People started pouring in from the common room, all blurry eyed and tired... He lay down quickly under his bed sheets so that no one would notice he was dressed. He lay there motionless, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling and not really watching the people coming in, lying down, moving in their beds from side to side and later falling asleep. But, as the room grew quieter, Draco could hear his heart beating louder and louder and his breathing coming to a pant as his mind trailed through images that were too private to describe and even understand, his brain poured through his body sensations so intense, so powerful that in a few minutes he was panting for air. Sweating, Draco stood up from his bed and in three large paces walked out of his room. The cold air of the dungeons greeted him and he couldn't wait to breathe properly.. only the air of the place inspired in him a feeling of danger.
He made his way outside the castle.