Chapter 4 : Say you Don't Want It
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I groaned as I looked on the timetable Ron and I had set up for the bathroom. I had first, naturally. Ron was the kind of guy who always slept in – barely making it to class in time.
Me on the other hand, suffered from always waking up early no matter how much I wanted to sleep in. Today I’d woken at 6 AM, and even though my time didn’t start before 7 AM, I knew very well Ron wouldn’t mind so I turned the knob and walked into the pitch dark, searching for the switch.
When I found it, I whipped it up and the bright light came on, stinging my eyes. I stripped down and lay my clothes in a bunch on the floor before stepping into the shower. Turning it on, I gasped. The hot water splashed painfully on my skin, and I quickly turned it colder. I had never been a person for hot showers, but my roomie was. He loved to get it as hot as possible, and me as cold as possible. Talk about opposites.
I quickly massaged some shampoo into my scalp before washing it out and applying my conditioner.
I looked through the glass at the clock, seeing it was only 10 past. I smiled, realising I had very good time, so I grabbed the body soap and rubbed it into my skin.
My head snapped up however, when the door was opened from Ron’s side.
“Ronald?” I cried, “what are you doing up?”
“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, covering his eyes as he realised I was butt naked in the shower.
“Ron, you can only see my legs and shoulders,” I muttered as I grabbed the razor.
“Yeah, uhm… Malfoy’s downstairs. He wants to talk to you,” mumbled Ron, and that’s when I realised he was almost asleep. Poor thing.
“Why?” I asked, lifting my left leg and starting to shave it.
“He just said to bring him you. I dunno why, he didn’t say.” Slowly Ron removed his hand from his eyes and looked at me. “How are you up so early?”
“I dunno,” I mumbled, not quite understanding why I was blushing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was nude.
“I just wake up…”
“Well, I’m heading back to bed,” muttered Ron and I nodded, watching as he exited the bathroom. As I quickly shaved both legs, making sure I got everything before I stopped the water and stepped out, wrapping myself in a white towel. Grabbing my wand from the sink, I made my way down the stairs.
I’d hoped Ron had been dreaming, but as soon as I saw him standing by the wall over by the fire place.
“Took you long enough,” said Malfoy as he looked over at me, his posture relaxed. I glared at him. “What do you want? It’s 6.30 in the morning.”
“You were up–”
“I was in the shower!” I snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. “Besides, how did you know I was up?”
His only reply was a devilish smirk, and he pushed himself up from the wall.
“I want to know my schedule for my Prefect duties,” he said, standing awfully close, interfering in my personal space. I cringed. “Why?”
“I want to make sure you’re going to be my permanent patrol partner,” he said in no more than a whisper, and I felt his warm mint breath on my face, making the hairs in my neck rise.
“Zabini is your patrol partner,” I said, my voice stern and still filled with control.
“Switch,” he demanded. Not asked, pleaded, suggested – he demanded it. His eyes were glued to mine, but when he seemed to notice I was wearing nothing but a towel which was far too small, his attention broke. “Nice,” he grinned, but I decided to ignore his comment.
“I am not switching. You are with Blaise Zabini,” I said curtly before I turned on my heel. I was just about to walk away when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, and I smashed against his chest which I realised was quite hard and muscular.
“Blaise is in the Hospital Wing,” Malfoy pointed out, locking our gaze again. I tried to come up with a quick response, but failed miserably.
“And you patrolled with me last time, which – if I remember correctly – means I am patrolling with you until Blaise is fine.”
Oh, those eyes. That beautiful grey colour – and their depth. So much mysteries seem to he held within them, so much –
God damn it, Kaya! Concentrate!
“But remember, I’m Head Girl. I make the rules – I can change the rules.”
His arm brushed against mine, and I felt a pleasurable chill at the touch of his warm skin. I caught a gasp in my throat, silently choking on it.
“But you won’t,” he whispered, making goose bumps erupt on my skin and I prayed to the higher power he wouldn’t notice.
“I won’t?” I whimpered, angry with myself for giving him all the control I had only seconds ago.
He gave me a boyish grin. “Good girl,” he snickered before standing up straight, allowing me free oxygen. “You should wear that more often,” he winked before leaving for the exit.
“It’s a bloody towel, you moron!” I shouted after him, but he was already gone.
“Bloody bastard…” I muttered, making my way back up to my bedroom. “He’s an incompetent jerk who thinks of no one but himself and, ugh!” I threw my arms up in frustration. How did he dare walk into the Head common room and demand things from the Head Girl?
It didn’t matter that he had succeeded – he shouldn’t even have tried!
“Bastard,” I muttered as I pulled on my underwear before finding my Ravenclaw robe and pulled it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, the Head Girl sign glowing. I stuck my tongue out at it. Being Head Girl was so much harder than I’d anticipated.
I pulled my all too long, chestnut hair up in a high ponytail and grabbed my bag before walking patiently out of my room, and making my way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
As I sat down at my table, I snatched a fierce, red apple and took a bite of it.
I needn’t look up. I knew it was hit stare that was making me uncomfortable. There were barely a couple of people present in the Hall, considering the clock hadn’t even hit 7.
For reasons beyond me, I looked up. Draco was holding a green apple, and he grinned sheepishly as our gaze locked. He lifted his apple as a greeting before taking another bite. His eyes were so mesmerizing it was frightening, and with all my might I looked away.
Why, and how, he possessed this power over me I had no idea. All I wished was for it to stop.
I held on to my apple as I stood up, exiting the Great Hall. Just being in the same room as him felt suffocating. I pushed past a couple of overly excited first years before I emerged on the grounds.
The fresh air blew in my hair, and I felt my whole body relax again.
I needed to gain control again. He was a Prefect. I was Head Girl.
I was the one with the control. Not him.
“He’s got no control over me,” I whispered, trying to convince myself. Unfortunately, I knew it wasn’t true. It was a big, fat, disgusting lie.
“Who’s got no control over you?”
I spun around, fearing the worst. Draco stood only a few feet away, leaning against a tree. “Are you following me?” I choked out, clenching and unclenching my jaw. How dare he!
“You looked quite upset when you left. Just wanted to check everything was all right with the Head Girl.”
He’d pinned me up against the tree I’d been leaning my forehead on, and I did my best to look away from his all too beautiful eyes. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
“I’m- I’m fine,” I stuttered, making myself seem like an utter fool. I gritted my teeth together, promising myself not to speak another word. I only made my own situation even worse.
… There went that plan.
“Are you going to answer my question?”
“No,” I said, clenching my jaw. I couldn’t help but notice his muscular chest pressed against mine. My breath was coming in uneven gulps, and I was feeling highly uncertain of where to place my hands. They ended up on each of his shoulders, giving a lazy push.
I wanted him away. He was suffocating me again. At least I tried to convince myself I wanted him away…
“Want me to leave?” asked Draco, obviously having felt my pathetic attempt of a push.
“Yes!” I shouted, but no sound left my lips. Draco arched a perfect brow my way, and I tried desperately to swallow the lump in my throat.
He leaned in even closer, and all air left my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed the cloth on his shirt for support, and I feared that if he hadn’t been pressed to tightly up against me I would’ve collapsed.
“Say you don’t want it,” he whispered in my ear, his warm and minty breath erupting goose bumps on my skin. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him I didn’t want it. That I wanted him to leave.
Unfortunately, my voice let me down. Nothing came out, not a single sound.
His grin was unmistakable. It was the one of victory. He knew where he had me, as did I. He knew I couldn’t fight. Wouldn’t fight.
He leaned back, holding my gaze for a little longer before he turned and walked back inside the castle. I was alone. And I didn’t like it.
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