Chapter 8 : Chapter eight: Encounters
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Two weeks, two whole weeks since the last time we touched and I can’t seem to deny the fact that I want him any longer. As far as I’ve seen he seems to be avoiding me like the plague, in the two weeks that have passed, I’ve seen nothing but brief glimpses of him when he exits any room I enter.
I know that it’s probably for the best, that no possible good can come from any contact between us. Yet my subconscious doesn’t seem to accept this fact. I have dreamed of nothing but him in this past two weeks. In those rare moments in which my mind is free of all other thought and I let my guard down; my skin trembles at the memories of his fingers on my hair, my body and this undeniable thoughts invading my mind scare me.
I’m scared of everything I’m feeling, I’m scared of wanting him and of needing at least a small glance of his pale features and blond hair to be able to get through my day.
But most of all I’m scared at the fact that I find myself wanting to know more and more about him, the notion that I don’t just want his body anymore frightens me. I want to know him. I’ve come to realize that through the years I have allowed myself to think of others opinions as my own, where it concerns him. Seeing him as nothing more than an evil, conceit and arrogant Slytherin.
I won’t fool myself into believing that he isn’t any of those things, because I know that he is. I simply refuse to believe that those things are the true essence of Draco Malfoy. Thereis much more to him, I felt it in the way he kissed me. The passion and tenderness I experienced could not possibly be faked.
They couldn’t be…
However, is it even worth trying? How could I possibly know if there is something inside of him worth knowing? All this thoughts are entirely useless in the end. They hold no benefit. It’s not as if we’re suddenly going to start dating, to sashay around the castle holding hands in front of the world.
“I’m being stupid.” I murmured, hitching my loaded bag higher onto my shoulder, as I navigate the empty hallways of the castle towards the library.
“Ms. Granger?” I turn around at the sound of my name to see a flustered looking Professor Vector heading towards me.
“So glad I ran into you. I would like to ask you for a small favor.”
“Of course anything professor” I answered thankful for a distraction from my own perturbing thoughts.
“I’ve just left a student in my classroom, he failed to turn in the essay I assigned for homework and I’ve left him after class to finish it. But apparently professor McGonagall requires my presence in her office. Would you be so kind as to go keep an eye on him, perhaps help him if he might need it?”
“I’ll take care of it professor don’t worry.”
“Thank you so much Miss Granger he can leave the paper on my desk when he’s done and please do lock the door when you leave.” He added, hurrying down the hall toward professor McGonagall’s office.
I turned the opposite way, my mind returning to the endless circles in which it had been moving lately. Pushing the door open distractedly while searching my bag for my arithmancy notes just in case I needed them.
The sight that caught my eyes as I raised my head to see who was in the room caused my heart to skip a few beats as it lodged its self in my throat. Draco looked up in the same instant his eyes wide and his mouth falling open slightly as he stared at me.
The silence lengthening a beat too long made me uncomfortable even as a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
“Umm…Hi.” The word left my lips before I could stop it, but it seemed to break the trance in which we had both fallen.
I watched dejectedly as he ignored my awkward greeting and turned back to the half filled parchment in front of him. Not knowing what else to say I made my way to professor Vector’s desk, pulling the sit back and gently settling my heavy bag on top of it.
“What are you doing here?” my head snapped around to stare, at the sound of his voice. He didn’t look at me his eyes fixed on the parchment.
“I- a…professor Vector sent me to check on you, see if you needed any help.” I answered hating the hopeful ring that my voice held.
“No.” He answered curtly dipping his elegant white quill into the ink pot, his eyes still avoiding me.
“No…what?” I asked confused by his lack of dialogue.
“I don’t need help.”
“Well then, I guess I’ll just watch you.” I answered matter-of-fact, more than a bit irked at his attitude.
He gave an incomprehensible grunt still not looking towards me. I could not for the life of me understand what could possibly be wrong with him, I know we hadn’t become the best of friends but I had thought that we had at least overcome the mutual dislike we had for each other, the blush crossing my cheeks at the memory reminded me that I at least, had.
I watched him trying to ignore me, taking the opportunity to admire his features from a far my heart beat accelerating as my eyes ran over his hair, remembering the silkiness of it. The lush rosiness of his lips. My eyes running down to stare at his hands, graceful, long-fingered and pale.
He didn’t look up but his quill paused over the parchment.
“Why what?” he asked, a rather hesitant note in his voice that urged me to continue.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” This time his smoky silver eyes found my own, the contact setting my skin on fire. There was a pause in which neither of us spoke; we only stared at each other.
“Don’t be so full of yourself Granger; I have no reason to be avoiding you.” His voice was cold but that iciness didn’t reach the fire swirling in his eyes.
“You’re lying.” I stated not daring to break the eye contact.
“No, I’m not.” With that he pushed his seat back, throwing his bag onto his shoulder and moving towards me, unfinished essay in his hand.
Without another word he slammed the parchment onto the desk and headed for the open door.
“Fine, keep running away from me it’s not as if I should care.” I snapped at his back before he reached the exit.
He froze half way out and slowly turned to stare at me. I ignored his heated gaze turning my back to him my hands crossed at my chest. I didn’t care if he chose to be the git I always knew he was, I was doing nothing but fooling myself by thinking that there was any hidden depth to Draco Malfoy.
“I’m the one running away.” His voice was silky and dangerous, yet sent a shiver along my spine. “You’re one to talk; you’re the one that run off as soon as you realized the potion had worn off. You’re the one chasing after that fuck-faced weasel, crying and apologizing about something that was not your fault!” he shouted grabbing my arm and turning me so I was facing him again.
“I- how- how do you know?” I was surprised that he was aware of my skirmish with Ron.
“I saw it with my own eyes Granger, so don‘t you dare come to me with your holier-than-thou bullshit!” his eyes where fiercely running over my features and I saw them pause several times at my lips.
“What did you want me to do?” I shot back, his scent wrapping around me making intoxicating fire run along my veins. “Tell me what I should have done then, tell Ron that we had spent the day snogging in the library and where on our way for a quick shag when he found us?” I held no control over my body anymore, words where spilling from my mouth, my body screaming at me to kiss him.
“Yes! No! Urgh…I don’t care!” He cried dropping his hand from my arm and running it through his unruly hair. His face was inches away from mine his eyes finding mine softened.
“What have you done to me?” his whispered words puffed against my cheek. His sweet breath making my head spin as I waited for his lips to find my own.
Suddenly his warm gaze turned cold and he stepped away from me hurrying for the door.
“Whe- where are you going?” I asked a little breathless and surprised by his action.
A/N Hiya guys i don't think i'll end this fic as soon as i had predicted but it might take me a bit longer to update i'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible but please meanwhile go crazy with the review they always inspire me to keep writing and help me with the dreaded writters block, well i'll leave you it. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed already, you guys are the best!
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