Chapter 11 : Love
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Sighing, I strolled down yet another corridor. I couldn't really understand why I was doing this – it was 7 AM on a Saturday, hardly anyone would be up.
Deciding it was time to check the entrance again, I dragged myself towards the front door. It was one thing to patrol when people might be out, but you were allowed to be up at 7 AM on a Saturday if you wanted to, though people rarely were. Sighing, I popped my head outside, which was when I noticed someone running down by the lake.
Wrapping my arms around me, I shuffled down towards the shape, whom I soon realised looked more and more like Draco Malfoy.
As I understood my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, I turned and walked as fast as I could back to the castle, but it was too late.
"Now, now, look who came looking for me," grinned Draco, catching up with me as easy as nothing. I kept my mouth shut, knowing I'd embarrass myself if I didn't.
"Gone mute, have we?" he teased, and I gritted my teeth together.
Don't speak. Don't speak. Don't speak.
"Kaya." His voice was so near my ear. Oh my goodness, he smelled so good even when he was … sweaty. Don't judge me.
"Go away. You smell." Yes, I lied. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Liar," he grinned. That prick. Why must he be so confident? Why?
I growled in a low voice, and started to walk up the stairs when I got inside, but of course he followed after.
"Come on, drop the front," sighed Draco, running in front of me and blocking my passage. I just looked at him. How could I not? His face was perfect. His jawline was to die for, and his eyes so mesmerising.
I sighed as I turned around and sat down on the step, pulling some of my hair out of my face. I could feel him sit down on the step behind me, but it only made me feel comfortable. I leant back and my head rested on his chest, his head resting on top of mine. I couldn't help but feel safe. He felt like … home.
"This is better, Kaya. Keep those walls down," whispered Draco, and I smiled. "Don't count on it."
His chuckle warmed me in places I didn't know possible. "You're so fierce. Quite the turn on."
"Excuse me?" I gasped and stood up abruptly, staring at him wide-eyed. "Oh, little, innocent Kaya. Guys do get turned on, you know," he snickered, and I glared at him. "I know THAT, it's just.. You don't get turned on by, well … me."
Arching a brow, Draco stood up as well and walked a step down, his body now pressed against mine. My eyes met his and I felt my heart beat a tad faster. "I do."
His words made butterflies in my stomach, and I opened my mouth to say something, but no words escaped past my lips. Not even a sound.
"You really shouldn't be so surprised, love," said Draco, leaning in so that his lips grazed mine.
Oh sweet mother oh god, he was so intoxicating I almost collapsed right there.
"You've got one hell of body," he murmured, sliding a finger down my side, "and the face of an angel.
"Kaya, you are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are fierce – and even though you don't want to admit it; you are smoking hot."
I wanted to look away, sort of, but his eyes… Oh those grey, beautiful, amazing, -
Oh god, he's getting closer. Oh no. He's going in for a kiss. No, not a kiss. This is Draco Malfoy. A snog. He's going in for a snog. Oh god, help me.
He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt the taste of heaven for the first time. He grasped some of my hair, but he needn't pull me closer. I was already pressing myself up against him.
It took me ages to pull away, realising I was snogging Draco Malfoy on the stairs leading to the Great Hall, in full visibility for anyone to see.
"What?" asked Draco, looking into my eyes. Oh, how I wish he'd stop that.
"Mmh, yeah, not here," was all I managed to say before I jogged up the stairs, not caring I still had patrol.
As soon as I got to my room, I had thrown all my clothes on the floor and went for a shower. I needed to calm down, badly. I think I stood there for an hour – maybe even more. I just stood there, letting the water calm me, and helping me think straight. I wasn't able to with him around. He messed up my head. Messed it up and twisted and turned it, making it one big mess.
Turning off the water, I wrapped a towel around myself and towel dried my hair, before I stepped out.
I was immediately met by that same taste of heaven, and same lust I had felt not too long ago. Pushing him off me, I gasped for air. "Draco, what on earth do you think you're doing?" I yelled. Firstly, I was pretty much naked. Second, I wore no make up, and third my hair was a complete mess. Talk about bad timing?
"Finishing what I started," he answered simply, before he pulled me into another kiss and this time I didn't resist. I simply didn't have the strength.
He walked me carefully over to the bed and removed his shirt. My mind processed a few thoughts.
Shirtless. Bed. Naked. Sex. Shit.
When any boyfriend, or fling or whatever had even slightly hinted about sex, I would run faster than lightening.
But it was different this time. I wasn't scared. Well I was scared I'd be rubbish and he'd dump me the next morning (because we all know the reputation that boy's got hanging over his head), but not the terrified feeling knowing you would be having sex.
I've heard you only feel that way when you really like someone – or love them.
Oh, please, I can't love Draco Malfoy.
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