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Chapter 7

Ever since Draco's teasing kiss a couple of weeks ago, I couldn't help but feel angry towards the wanker.

The kiss had altered me; it had opened the floodgates of my emotions. I began to get urges that I didn't need or want. After that day, whenever I hung out with Draco, a small voice in my head would insist that I throw caution in the wind and ravage his mouth. Fighting the urges became more and more difficult.

Don't misunderstand me. Draco's peck had not been smoldering or earth-shattering, it merely could have been the harbinger of what could have been more. That wasted possibility subconsciously haunted me. My mind was plagued by dreams of my more lascivious desires. It was obvious now; I wanted Draco no matter how much my logical side screamed that I wasn't heading in the right direction, and danger was waiting for me at the end of the road.

What really pissed me off though, was that Draco seemed immune to the same lust that was raging inside of me. Call me a bitch, but if someone is driving me insane I only feel it's fair if they're going through the same mental anguish as I am.

I tried to push down these thoughts as I sat peacefully in my kitchen. It was late Saturday morning, and I was enjoying my day off. Drinking a cup of tea and reading The Daily Prophet, I focused on an article about a recall on Scandinavian cauldrons.

The tell-tale sound of a nearby apparition rang out across my silent apartment and a knock at my front door quickly followed. I quickly got up from the kitchen table and trudged towards my door.

Hesitantly I opened the door since I wasn't expecting anyone to drop by today. In front of me, stood a beaming Draco garbed in a Puddlemere United jersey.

It isn't very often that I see Draco sporting a genuine smile, lacking all of his characteristic snark, but this was one of those moments. I felt my heart squeeze at the power his smile radiated.

Draco's smile quickly turned into a smirk when he took in my appearance. I hadn't bothered to brush my hair yet, and I was wearing a ratty Weird Sister's t-shirt along with a pair of guys' plaid boxers that I used as pajama bottoms.

Before he could make one of his characteristically sarcastic comments, I cut him off, "I don't want to hear it," I mumbled, as I threw the door open, allowing him to enter my apartment.

"It was too easy anyway." He quickly parried back.

Ignoring his quip, I returned to my seat at the kitchen table. Draco followed me and took a seat across the table from me. "So…" I tapered off.

"So…" He replied.

Rolling my eyes I shook my head at him, "So why are you here?" I asked, straight to the point. With Draco it was better not to beat around the bush.

"I was just given two tickets to the Puddlemere United match this afternoon against the Arrows."

"I'm going to assume by the jersey and the goofy smile on your face that they're your favorite Quidditch team."

"My smile is not goofy." He huffed. "It's debonair and manly."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"You're being a downright harpy today. Bad night sleep?"

A blush blossomed across my cheeks as the dream I'd woken up to this morning crossed my mind. I sure do hope Draco never was trained in Legilimency.

"Something like that," I quietly mutter. Draco's good mood seemed to be blinding him to details he'd typically hone in on because he didn't bring up the blush; he actually seemed to not have noticed it.

"Well Puddlemere needs to win this game to be given a seat in the British and Irish League Cup Tournament. And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

Shock coursed through me. "You're asking me to go to a Quidditch match with you?"

Draco's brow furrowed in confusion, "Why do you sound so shocked?"

Deciding now was not the time to figure out what in Merlin's name Draco Malfoy was thinking I ignored his question. "Sure I'd love to go."

Happiness must give Draco a one-track mind because he seemed to completely forget his earlier confusion once he heard me accept his offer. "Excellent!"

"But I feel the need to warn you. I don't know anything about Quidditch aside from the basic rules."

"Blasphemy!" He exclaimed.

Shrugging, I replied, "For some reason I think I'll survive."

"Just hurry up and get changed. The match starts in an hour."

I rolled my eyes but turned around to head towards my bedroom to change out of my pajamas, but before I could leave the room Draco called out my name. When I turned towards him, a jersey was thrown in my direction. Quickly, I caught it and held it up to examine it. It was a Puddlemere United jersey.

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow at Draco to which he merely shrugged, "A woman always looks sexier when she's wearing a Puddlemere jersey."

Speechlessness is not something I'm familiar with but for the life of me I couldn't come up with a good retort, so instead of standing there gaping like an out of water carp, I decided it was just better if I silently retreated and got ready for the game. Merlin today is shaping out to be interesting.

I didn't know much about Quidditch, but even I could tell that we had amazing seats. Draco had excitedly explained to me that they were Theo's season ticket seats, and that Nott's boss had unexpectedly rushed him off to Russia on some urgent job for the Department of International Magical Cooperation this morning, leaving Draco with two tickets to the biggest game of Puddlemere's season so-far.

We were at eye level with the players and we didn't need to buy any of those expensive binoculars that were being sold by various vendors in order to see all of the action on the pitch.

The game had been going on for about four hours now and it seemed to be turning out to be a nail biter. The snitch had only been seen once at the thirty minute mark but had since disappeared. And at no point in the match did either team lead by more than 30 points. As one of the Puddlemere chasers made an impressive shot Draco jumped up beside me cheering.

It was an interesting experience seeing the usually aloof Draco suddenly evolve into one of those boisterous sports fans. Every goal Puddlemere made he jumped to his feet, along with all the other fans, and cheered. And the chanting. Yes Draco Malfoy would join in with the thousands of fans who were chanting the Puddlemere fight song. It was hilarious to watch. But I had to admit that the atmosphere was infectious and after awhile I found myself jumping up and clapping whenever Oliver Wood stopped a goal or when an Arrows' player took a bludger.

However my good mood soon disappeared as I spotted Pansy Parkinson making her way towards our seats, her focus narrowed on Draco.

Pansy wasn't what I would describe as a classic beauty. I'd heard people refer to her face as pug-like and I tended to agree, however she knew that she had a fantastic body and therefore she tended to dress in ways that showed off her more popular assets; much to the dismay of the rest of the female population.

Like Draco she'd been four years ahead of me at Hogwarts, so I'd known of her but we had never really talked. I kept out of her way so she ignored me and I'd never been on the receiving end of her bullying, so I was never inclined to hate her. Sure, I had zero respect for the bint, but previous to my engagement to Draco, I'd never felt threatened by her.

But all that had changed. My sister had warned me that Pansy had no respect for the fact that Draco and I were now engaged, and that she would do everything in her power to keep Draco for herself.

As Pansy started cooing over Draco in that high-pitched sickly sweet voice of hers, I began to feel anger pump through my veins. She was leaning down so that he got a perfect view of her cleavage that was hanging out of a low-cut tank top while fiddling with his hair and flirtatiously giggling at something he'd said.

I felt the animalistic urge to tackle her to the ground and gouge her eyeballs out but I restrained myself. Pansy hadn't acknowledged my presence and was continuing to ignore me as she continued flirting.

This feeling of jealousy that was ripping through me was something I'd never felt before, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. So I did that annoying clearing of the throat thing. Pansy turned to look at me disdainfully, but as recognition blossomed on her face her eyes narrowed and I couldn't help but think she looked even more pug-like than usual.

"Oh this must be Daphne's younger sister. Astrid or something," she flippantly said before turning back towards Draco.

"Astoria." I spat as a clenched my teeth in frustration.

Pansy merely ignored me and continued focusing on Draco, "Why did you bring the kid instead of me?" But before Draco could reply she quickly asked him whether or not he was going to attend her birthday party next weekend. Draco seemed to decide to ignore the first pointed question and merely answered her much easier second question with an affirmative.

My anger swelled at Draco for going along with Pansy. I was pissed that he wasn't standing up for me and that he was so obviously flirting back. Suddenly my sister's comments about Pansy possibly becoming his future mistress hit me like a ton of bricks. My mood darkened as I started realizing that Daphne might be right.

Call me territorial but if I was going to be married to Malfoy then I didn't want Pansy's slutty paws all over him. I'd prefer my husband to be STD free thank you very much.

Thankfully the snitch was caught by Puddlemere's seeker ten minutes later, allowing for my escape from Pansy. Draco and I side-apparated into my kitchen after the game ended. I started to prepare the kettle to boil some water for tea. But even with the absence of Pansy, a dark cloud hung over me.

Once Draco sat down at my kitchen table and observed my stiff movements and the look on my face, he seemed to register my foul mood for the first time. "What's wrong? You seemed in a good mood earlier today."

I turned around so my back was facing him, and fiddled with my stove, taking more time than necessary to turn it on. Quietly I mumbled, "Nothing."

Draco scoffed behind me. "Bollocks." He got up from his chair and walked towards me. I refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence. Impatient, Draco manually turned me to face him, his hands resting on my shoulders.

"Astoria." He said abruptly trying to meet my wandering gaze. "What's wrong?"

A huge sigh escaped me and I met his searching look, "Why didn't you defend me when Pansy insulted me?"

Draco's brow furrowed, "Because it's not my place to have to defend you."

Suddenly my heart felt like it was being unpleasantly crushed and I pulled away from his touch, "What do you mean it's not your place to defend me." My anger getting the best of me as my voice began to steadily rise, "You're my fucking fiancé! I think defending your future wife is in the job description."

To Draco's credit he didn't get angry at my screaming. Instead he remained aloof and nonchalantly said, "Astoria you're a clever witch, you don't need me to defend you especially against Pansy; she's got the mental capacities of a flubberworm. I'm confident that you could viciously destroy her within seconds with your wit. I'm honestly a little confused as to why you didn't."

"Oh yes I was going to knowingly start a catfight with Pansy Parkinson during a Quidditch match while you were throwing yourself all over her and her low-cut shirt. That sounds like a capital plan right there. I'd definitely come out looking like the classier broad."

Draco stilled at my comment and suddenly a wicked grin began to grow on his face, "This isn't about what Pansy said. You were jealous of her!"

"No, no I wasn't," I nervously stuttered out, ashamed that I actually did find myself jealous of that bint. But my nervousness was heightened as Draco began coming closer to me, slowly, purposefully.

Uneasily I backed away from him until I felt my back hit the wall and I had nowhere to go. Draco closed in the distance. His smell invaded me and I felt my body relax slightly as the scent sent my head spinning. My heartbeat was picking up in speed as Draco raised his left hand to cradle my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheekbone. Instead of lowering his lips onto my parted lips he leaned in and whispered, ever so softly in my ear, "You have nothing to be jealous about."

As he started to move away from my face I don't know what motivated me to do it; maybe it was the dreams that plagued my sleep, the fury inside of me that dulled my senses, or maybe it was the animalistic side that Pansy's flirtations had awoken in me. But as Draco began to pull away from me, I pounced upon his lips and claimed him as mine. The passion behind the kiss was livid and Draco unhesitatingly welcomed my kiss.

He pushed me up against the wall hard, his body taking up all the empty space there had been between us. I felt his hands begin to explore my curves as our tongues fought for dominance and control over the kiss. One of my hands had been haphazardly placed on the back of his head, my fingers interwoven in his blond hair. The other lay up against Draco's flat hard stomach feeling the muscles underneath the shirt.

After awhile I felt my lungs begin to burn and I pulled away from the kiss. Instead of pushing Draco from me, I began to chastely kiss his jaw leading down to his neck. Once I had reached the bottom of his neck instead of tenderly kissing him, I gently bit him. Draco's breath hitched and I could feel a heat growing and spreading inside of me. I sucked on the bite I'd given him slowly making sure I'd left a mark.

From this point forward I had made the decision to never let Pansy Parkinson get the better of me. I'd marked Draco as mine and I'd fight off every fucking bint who thought she could touch my man.

I slowly pulled away from his neck trying to catch my breath. I met Draco's steel grey eyes that were heady with lust. He leaned forward and affectionately kissed me on the lips. Instead of pushing the kiss, Draco kept it chaste. After about five seconds he minutely pulled back and whispered close my lips, his breath caressing my lips, "You definitely have nothing to be jealous about."

A/N: Damn it was hard to get that written. I apologize for the delay. It's a mix of a couple of things. First when I excited told you guys that I'd have time to write more this summer I was wrong. I had originally been hired back at my old job as an assistant manager on a part-time basis, but the week before I started two other assistant managers got fired. So suddenly my part-time job became a full-time job. Also I was dealing with a massive writer's block. I struggled with this chapter every step of the way, rewriting it multiple times. But hopefully all of you enjoyed it! Please review the story and let me know what you thought. All opinions are welcome.

Also a reviewer asked me to write a chapter from Draco's point-of-view but I'm worried of breaking up the pacing of the story. So maybe when I get a free moment I'll rewrite this chapter from Draco's perspective and post it up as a one-shot.

2/3/15 A/N: Hello everyone! I've decided to revisit this story after a 2.5 year hiatus. I'm going through and cleaning up my writing in the meantime before I start writing some new chapters. This chapter has been re-edited.