lust is a construct; d.m.

𝐜𝐡. 𝟏𝟓 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲

LILLIANNE hurriedly peeled her swimsuit bottoms and coverup off the floor and put them on before dashing out the door, hopeful that she could catch up to Draco.

She ran up the stairs and down the corridor where she could see a tall shadow walking on the wall miles ahead. She scurried down the hallway until she finally saw Draco, who was walking just as fast as she.

"Draco! Draco," she pestered in a sharp whisper, praying that Filch or Ms. Norris weren't roaming the hallways.

Draco made no response and continued hurriedly down the corridor until Lillianne let out one last "Draco!"

"What Lillianne?" He said irritably as she ran up beside him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"What does it look like? I'm going back to my common room," he replied, not daring to look down at her.

"Okay, but you can't just run off like this," she argued.

"Uh, yeah I can, and I am. Why don't you just go back to bed," he suggested.

"Draco, you can't just- we just-"

"Just fucked? Yeah, we did, and what about it?" He stopped in his tracks, finally looking down at Lillianne, his eyes cold and hard. "You didn't expect me to just stick around and cuddle you, did you?"

"Well no, but I also didn't expect you to just immediately leave like that," she said.

"Well you should have, Lillianne," he gritted through his teeth. "That's what I do after every single hookup and you aren't any different."

"So you spent the last two months pestering me, incessantly flirting me, just to get me to shag you and once it finally happens, you're just done?"

"Yes" He hissed before scouting the hallway for Filch. He then leaned down closer to Lillianne and quieted his voice, "you are not important, Lillianne. I was trying to get you to break your bloody stupid vow to prove just how easy it is, and now that it's done, I can move on to the other nine girls on the list. You might be number one, but that doesn't mean you're good enough to stick around for."

Lillianne blankly stared at him before looking down at the floor; she felt plainly idiotic for allowing herself to break her vow. "Who said I wanted you to stick around?" She whispered in a hurt tone.

"Well, the fact that you came chasing after me is quite telling," he replied.

She looked up at him, then over at the paintings on the wall, all of which were fast asleep, reminding Lillianne of just how tired she was.

"Whatever Draco, I guess I'll take your suggestion and go to bed," she turned around and walked away gloomily.

"Good," he said. "Oh, by the way, tell Hannah I don't want to see her cheerful git face ever again. I don't need her anymore."

Lillianne then turned back around to face Draco. "No, I'm pretty sure you can do that. You basically just did the same thing to me, and apparently, Hannah and I aren't any different."

She quickly walked off to her common room while Draco stood there and watched her, knowing that she would always be different from every other girl he touched.

— ☾ —

His dorm room was dark when he walked into it with the only light source being the sliver of moonlight shining in the open window, and the sound of Theo's snores and Blaise's drowsy breathing echoed through the air.