Malfoy's Mudblood | Draco Malfoy

Chapter 5

Jenavieve shivered as the green blanket that Draco had given was extremely thin. Couldn't he at least be considerate and give a legitimate blanket? She thought to herself in agitation. Knowing herself worth, she stalked into the hallway, towards Draco's bedroom door. She knocked on the entrance to his bedroom loudly, hoping to wake him up in the process. After not being able to sleep properly in months, Draco happened to be awake and swung his door open as she stood there innocently, an irritated mood resonating around her.

"What's wrong Jenavieve," Draco asked coldly with no kindness in his voice. Jenavieve was slightly taken aback at the lack of warmth in his voice but she stood her ground.

"You inconsiderately gave me a thin blanket that I can barely sleep in! Do you know how freezing it is outside? It's the middle of winter for the lord's sake! How do you expect me to survive in your chilly living room with a thin poor example of a blanket!" She exclaimed back at him in fury. She realized that she had asked for his hospitality, but she expected at least somewhat more, especially from a man who dressed in a suit just to purchase a mere telephone. Draco, satisfied by her little tantrum, smeared a sly smirk across his face.

"Is that so?" Draco asked iconically, fire blazing in his icy eyes playfully.

"You're questioning is that so? I just told you so-" By this, Jenavieve was interrupted quickly as Draco pulled her wrist into his bedroom, who shut the door quickly and pinned her against the wall. He pressed his body against hers, slightly feeling up her body. This man played with fire often, and today, he felt it was only right to do so once again. Jenavieve's breath hitched by the sudden movement, and the feeling of his dense body leaning against hers. Her heart lightly skipped as his hand held him up from the wall making his face merely centimeters away from hers.

"Why don't you join me in my bed if you're so cold?" Draco playfully offered, previously noticing the girl's body and her delicious features, long sleek hair, fair skin, taunting eyes. She was simply asking for it already by her presence.

"I-" Jenaveive breathed out shakily, unable to find her words in her scattered brain. Nearly tempted to kiss him, she refrained it. She would not allow it. Especially not with such a peculiar person as him. Suddenly, Draco placed his slender pointer finger under her jawline and traced it down to her chin flicking up playfully as he tauntingly gazed into her deep eyes. She was unable to break eye contact, his fierce eyes wouldn't allow it. Why was he so appealing she pondered to herself, finding it unfair.

"Well?" Draco dragged on tauntingly, only making Jenavieve lost for words once more. Suddenly, she abruptly pushed his chest away, and Draco pulled back, slightly surprised by her self-control.

"That was quite inappropriate of you," Jenavieve stated harshly. No remorse in her voice. She began to stalk out of Draco's bedroom in a huff until Draco reached up to grab her wrist to stop her once again. With the action Jenavieve looked back up, gazing into his wondrous eyes once more.

"Oh Jennie, you don't want to turn so ignorantly against my back. I assure you, you'll regret it," Draco whispered seductively while leaning over into her ear. She stood there taken aback and wide-eyed. He leaned back from the statement once more and walked beside her out of his bedroom to the kitchen, leaving her in his bedroom standing. As Draco went to brew some tea, hopefully, the proper way without forgetting about the boiling water, Jenavieve decided to take advantage of this alone presence and asserted herself into his bed underneath his mighty warm covers. When Draco returned with his cup of tea in hand, he merely smirked and sat at his desk next to the bed, crossing his leg over the other in the process. Slowly, he sipped his tea arrogantly, in an attempt to annoy Jenavieve with his obnoxious sipping.

"Can you sip your bloody tea any louder?" Jenavieve croaked in annoyance, sleep clouding her head.

"Oh, my dearest apologies Jennie, would you like some tea as well?" Draco questioned her in sarcastic care and warmth.

"Actually, yes please, and do not call me Jennie," Jenavieve stated in annoyance as she turned over to face Draco walking out of his bedroom into his kitchen. Draco poured a nice hot cup of tea just for Jenavieve, while also refilling his in the process. He returned back into his bedroom to see Jenavieve sit up to take her tea in her warm hands. Draco returned back to his seat at his desk. The two sat in silence for a few consecutive minutes, enjoying the delicious tea at hand in such a cold, late evening.

"Why are you here anyway?" Jenavieve questioned innocently.

"What kind of question is that?" Draco retorted in defense. The tea started kicking in at this hour and he began feeling drowsy. He needed sleep dearly.

"Well, I haven't seen you at all until the one time we ran into each other. Have you just moved in?" she questioned curiously.

"Oh no, I've been here a few months, I just never gone outside," Draco stated blandly.

"Oh," Jenavieve stated finally, no longer wanting to continue the odd conversation.

"How long have you been here?" Draco asked back, wanting to learn more about this muggle, who happened to be his type, however, he dared not to show interest.

"Just about a week, I moved here from the United States for work." She stated, interest picking up as she talked about herself.

"Ah, the U.S." Draco stated slightly dreamily, thinking back to all his friends from Ilvermorny.

"I knew some friends who lived in the U.S. and attended Ilvermorny." He dreamily stated, nearly dozing off in his chair. Wanting more comfort, he stood up softly like a black swan and crawled into bed beside Jenavieve.

"Ilvermorny? I have never heard of a school named Ilvermor-" Jenavieve was cut off by the sudden surprise of Draco crawling into the same bed as her.

"How could you not know the school of Ilvermorny, it's one of the best wizarding schools across the world alongside Hogwarts," Draco whispered drowsily as he slipped into a well-deserved sleep. Jenavieve only further questioned the odd name of schools. A wizarding school? What could this man possibly be on? She pondered. Before she could consider anymore, she dozed off in a soundless sleep.