Chapter 10
~Chimera~
Warning: English is not my first language, so you might encounter mistakes, also, none of my stories are betaed.
I had never in my life felt more humiliated. I wanted to believe that he'd lied to me. That he did feed me the lust potion, but after having time to think things over, I realized that I had been one hell of a stupid witch. In my hurry to get it over with and worrying about drinking the potion, I had forgotten to pay attention to the taste of it. How could I have been that stupid? Lust potions were renowned for having one of the most disgusting tastes in the whole world. I liked to think that maybe he had placed a confundus charm on me, but I knew that to be a lie as well. I had no one, but myself to blame.
The next night I descended the stairs with the most outer confidence I could muster, while inside I was shivering like a twig with the heart rate of a bunny running a marathon. Stupid Malfoy and his stupid games.
I saw him the moment I stepped on the last stair. He stood regally between his admirers, lazily stroking the never-ending leg of one of the house's most beautiful…courtesans. I never did understand why he wanted me when he could have the best of the best. I guess in the end, the explanation was simple, he just wanted to mess one more time with know-it-all, mudlblood granger's head.
I was about to let out a sigh of relief when he turned his eyes to meet mine. The smirk that graced his features, and the way he seemed to detach himself form those around him told me this thing between us wasn't over. He'd never looked more decadently beautiful than on that night. The victory he had gained the day before made him glow. His perfect, immaculately dressed body sat draped over tons of pillows, carelessly splayed as though he owned the place. While obsessively watching me, his eyes sparkled with malice and impishness, a strand from his shaggy, blond hair falling into them. The smirk on his face was a bit different than usual; it was more crooked, and more boyish. I could practically feel him gloating from the other side of the room.
I raised my chin a bit more, never wanting to admit defeat or weakness in front of him. Even though inside I was on the verge of tears.
I was so glad when I found Adrian that I flung myself in his arms. I wouldn't normally do such a thing; I had more class than that.
'What's with the sudden affection?' he asked stroking my hair.
I looked up at him, debating whether or not to cry on his shoulder. And what I found there scared me. His eyes, the eyes that always looked at me with this adoring quality were now tainted by fear. I could see it, seeping from deep within him. Malfoy scared him. Maybe the situation was far greater than I had previously imagined, maybe my safety wasn't the only one in question.
'Nothing' I smiled 'I'm just very tired I guess' he rubbed a hand on my back and I leaned into his touch, wishing things weren't so complicated.
I know he wanted to ask me if I was ok, if he'd hurt me, but he didn't. Highlighting the fact that something scared him as well.
He didn't come up that night.
Neither did Malfoy.