(A.N. sorry this is so short and that I haven't posted in a while I will keep up on it I promise! Comment if you want please and have a happy thanksgiving. I am going to try to post another chapter tonight. No promises but I'll TRY. I love you guys and let me know what your thankful for if you want )
Bloody hell that was great!
Draco thought to himself as he walked into the dungeons. He hadn't felt this alive since… well to be honest he didn't know. He didn't even know why he was feeling this way. Sure he should feel triumph at the very least, but this…this was more than that. He didn't want to think too much about it and instead thought about other things. Like the way her skin felt against his lips, her body responding to his despite her own self. A chill went down his spine at the thought. She wanted it. She truly wanted it… well at least her body did. He laughed at the idea of how she would be over thinking it all. He had done what he said he would and he knew it. She was going to be ashamed of herself if she wasn't already that is.
A pang went off in his chest suddenly and an image came with it. It was her face as he was walking away. Were there? Yes there were tears in her eyes. Another pang… strange he thought. What are all these pangs for? He brushed it off and tried to get himself together. He had gotten what he wanted. This was cause for celebration! Walking up to his group of 'friends' he sat down at the front of the table instantly gaining all attention. He looked at them and let a wide smirk spread across his face.
"Crabbe, grab a bottle of fire whiskey. Tonight we celebrate!"
A chorus of cheers echoed from their table before a curious voice ventured to say
"What are we celebrating Malfoy?"
It was Pansy. He looked at her for a moment and decided that not even she could spoil his good mood.
"My dear Pansy, we are celebrating the defeat of self respect, and how better to do that than to get drunk off our arses!"
And though the pang in Malfoys chest went off again he drank on, laughing and cheering as the people around him gossiped about the lesser. When he was drunk enough he went up to his room alone and laid down. Staring up at the ceiling his mind drifted off. The last thing he was thinking about before he fell asleep was his regrets in his life. There weren't many but a very vivid image of Granger in tears as she wiped impatiently at her face made him think he had just added one on the short list.