The White Peacock (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 49: New Promises

Draco's POV

"Disgusting fucking mudblood" I mumble under my breath as I drain out the water in the bath tub, the thought of me touching the water disgusted me, yet I didn't feel disgusted, I just knew I should feel disgusted.

I begin filling the bath with fresh hot water again, before undressing. I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I wait for the water to fill. For the first time since coming back I slightly felt at ease, almost like that anxious sick feeling almost subsided... almost... it was still there, I always felt like I was worried about something or someone.

My eyes go down to my dark mark, I hated that thing, I hated it on my body, it wasn't me, well not anymore. The sight of it brought back that sick feeling, I take a deep breath and close my eyes, and the first image that comes to my mind is the mudblood, standing there in that towel.

I suddenly feel butterflies and my heart starts beating faster at the image of her. What the fuck is wrong with me, what the fuck is this feeling. I open my eyes immediately and splash some cold water on my face to snap out of it.

Why did I think of her? Why is she suddenly in my head? The thought of her in this house, using our bathroom, breathing the same air as me just infuriated me, her being what she is infuriated me, however when I saw her, I didn't feel the anger I wanted to feel, the anger I thought I should feel... I am slowly losing my sanity, and she, that thing, is making it worse.

I get into the tub, and slowly feel myself relax with the steam and aromas in the air, mmmmm...strawberries, suddenly the butterflies came back and my heart beats faster again as I take in that smell, it was intoxicating and almost addictive. I needed more.

I close my eyes and lean my head back, when she popped into my head again, her face, the scar, her expression when she looked at me, she wasn't scared, she wasn't sad, she looked somewhat relieved, her expression was soft, and she looked at me like she knew me, well of course she did, I was well known in Slytherin.

However I would think her face would also be familiar if she was from school, I would have seen her at least once or twice in the last 6 years, she didn't appear to be young, she seemed rather older, from the way she looked...from the way her body looked...

The image of her in the tub suddenly popped into my mind, her turning to face me as I barged in, with her wet wavy air falling on her chest, barely covering her breasts... I let out a loud gulp as I pictured them uncovered in those few seconds before she covered herself. The curves of them glistening, as they were wet, her hand gripping on them as she tried to hide it.

I started to breath heavier, as I continued picturing her naked body stand up from the water, every inch of her brown skin expose, dripping with water..."fuck" I breath as I feel myself get hard. I reach down and begin stroking, as I continue to remember her in this very bath.

What the fuck are you thinking, I suddenly snap out of it. I sit up, still breathing heavy, "what the fuck Is wrong with you" I mumble as I hit my head. I couldn't believe what I was thinking about, I couldn't believe I was almost going to... Nevermind... I need to get the fuck out of here. I need to get that thing out of my head.

I barge into my room, still wet, with a towel around my waist, I then fall onto the floor of my closet and rest my head against the wall. I close my eyes as I begin to sob, I just wanted to feel sane again, I wanted to be in control of my feelings again. I don't know what to do anymore, but what I did know is that this all started when that bloody mud blood was brought into this house.

Murphy's POV

I wake up to the same dark empty room, shivering, at the cold morning. I thought everything that happened last night was a dream, I thought I would wake up in dungeon I had gotten used to. Except it wasn't, this was my new life now and I didn't know for how long, especially now that I was bound to the grounds.