Chapter 3

I had spent the rest of today thinking about this morning, about the look you had given me. There was no mistaking that look, nothing else it could be mistaken for.

Fear.

Fear?

Fear. But why? That was the question. What is he afraid of? I pace the length of the room, running this morning's events through my mind, over and over. Whatever it is, it has something to do with those scars. Why else would he have fled so quickly? Where did they come from? Who? I stop in my tracks as I am hit with the answer to my own question. All day long, I had pondered this; how could I have not seen it before, when the answer is so obvious. There is only one person in his life that could do that kind of damage to him, one person he would allow to do it.

I look at my watch. It is now five minutes of twelve. I give the room another once over, making sure everything is perfect. It is empty, except for a large bed, sitting in the center. This time, I don't plan on letting him get away.

Suddenly, I hear the click of the door opening. I turn around just in time to see him enter the room, wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms and a black sweater. He is early: his first mistake.

The look of defiance on his face sends a pain to my heart. He know I am on to him, and I know he is going to try to prove me wrong. Not tonight, Draco, I think.

I watch his eyes scan around the room They stop for the briefest of moments when they land on the bed before continuing and resting on me. I can see the question in them. I say nothing but, reach into my pocket and pull out my wand. Aiming at the door behind him, I mutter a sealing charm. A shower of sparks surrounds the door as it becomes unable to be opened.

He looks, first, at the door, and then at me, raising a slender eyebrow. "First a bed and now a sealing charm," he says. "Just what do you think is going tohappen tonight, Potter?"

He says this in a tone of mockery but it is laced with true uncertainty. I say nothing in response. Wasting no time, I walk over to where he is and stop only when our faces are inches apart. "Who did it to you?" I demand.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, Potter," he says. This act of his is lasting longer than I thought it would.

"There's no need to lie," I say, softly, "I've already seen them."

I see the corner of his mouth twitch, just slightly. He opens his mouth to speak but, no sound comes out. Is he thinking of another lie? It's far too late now; he's been silent for too long for me to believe him. Finally he sighs. "It was you, wasn't it," he whispers, "that night at the lake."

Slowly, I nod. He falls silent. "Who was it?" I ask again.

A scowl suddenly leaps to his face. "Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me, Potter," he spits out. "My life is none of your business." He turns to leave. Before he can even move an inch, I put my palms flat against the wall, on either side of him, blocking his escape. "What are you-"

I cut his words off with a rough kiss. I can feel him resisting but that only makes me kiss him harder. I said I wasn't going to let him get away and I plan to keep my word. I tilt my head slightly and force his lips open with my tongue. I can feel him slowly start to give in. I take my hands from the wall and place them on his slender hips, bringing them right up against my own. He moans.

Yes, I think, just let go. I know you want to. I have no desire to control him. Only to have him accept me as more than just an escape, for I know now that that is why he seeks me out.

My hands slide up to the hem of his sweater and, hesitantly, begin to pull it up. I feel no form of resistance so, I continue, sliding my hands against his smooth porcelain skin. The sweater slides over his head and our lips part, briefly, so as I throw it onto the floor.When his arms come back down,they land around my neck.I kiss his lips again and then leave them for his neck. I feel his throat vibrate as he moans my name.

"I guess this means you win," he says, dejectedly.

I stop kissing his neck and bring my face up to his. "What are you talking about?" I ask.

He looks at me in confusion. "Isn't that what this is all about? You telling me to come here and seducing me?" I furrow my brows in question. What is he saying? "Aren't you doing this to prove that you can beat me at my own game?"

I bring my face closer to his. "It was never my intention," I almost whisper to him, "to seduce you, Draco." I kiss his lips softly. "I brought you here, to show you that I was through playing games." I kiss him again. "I want you, Draco." I look him straight in the eye. "I...love...you."

There. I've said it. I've said the words that have been trying to force their way out of me since that first time he'd taken me. The words that I have denied for so long. They are out...and now all I can do is wait for his answer.

I see his mouth open as if he is about to say something but, he quickly closes them again. A scowl slowly creeps onto his face. I know what is coming. "You really are an idiot, Potter," you say, coldly. "you've taken something totally meaningless and mistaken it for love. And, now, I suppose you're expecting me to confess my love to you?"

I take a deep breath. Looks like the act is back on. "I know why you're doing this, Draco-"

"No, Potter," he interrupts, "you know nothing." Having said those words, he tears himself from my grasp and walks to the door. As he pus his hand on the knob, he hesitates. Then, he turns back to me. "You forget, Potter, that I am a Malfoy." And he leaves the room.

I am alone, again, with my thoughts. Not sulking, but calculating. His words would have hurt me, had there been any truth behind them. There couldn't have been.I sigh. This is the second time today he's fled from my presence, just when I was getting closer to him. Too close for him. I smirk smugly to myself: an idiom I've picked up from him. I'm onto you, Draco, and it's only a matter of time before I get what I want. What I know you want, too.

Author's Note:Alright, this is getting out of control!Ugh! What am I doing to myself! I was so ready to end it, right here (with a different ending, of couse) but then I get hit with this...THING...and suddenly I'm writing somehting totally different from what I had in mind and...well i guess you know what this means: the pleasure of knowing there will be another chapter. Peaches!