Cravings ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter 3

Hey loves! I have a quick question, would you guys rather the rest of the story be mainly in Corlette's pov with some switches to Draco's. Or to switch the povs every chapter?

One day later: Tuesday March 20, 1993

Colette's pov-

Tuesday. A day nobody likes. Its only purpose is to remind you of the fact that you haven't even survived through half the week. And how much more work you have before the weekends come. Which doesn't even excite me now, as last night Pansy took it upon herself to plan out my whole week with Graham for me. That included dates and a whole day at Hogsmeade.

As much as I wish I could get out of those plans, losing a bet is way worse. Especially when its against Draco and everyone thinks you have commitment issues. Plus Draco won't last that long with Tracey, meaning that it won't be long until I can official break up with Graham.

I met Graham last summer. I was at one of the Malfoy's parties. I followed Pansy everywhere that night. Expect Theo and Blaise, she was the only one there who I felt safe around. She told me about most of the families there. Most of whom were rich purebloods who used to follow the Dark Lord until he vanished. Which didn't make me feel any safer in that house.

But other than that, the party was going smoothly. I didn't have to talk with any else there except my close Slytherin friends. And the food was delicious. My favorite was the treacle tart. Best I have ever had. It was filled with rich flavors that delighted your tongue and warmed your belly. I was going for my second slice when I saw him.

***Last Summer***

He's in the middle of the room, talking to two other boys. They're all about the same height and wearing the same formal black tux. Except Graham's is tight around his arms. Outlining his broad shoulders and arms. Making him look more muscular than the boys around him. His perfect dark brown hair sat perfectly on his head.

My focus goes down to his lips which are a nice shade of nude. The corners of his mouth are drawn up, making his small dimples more noticeable. His lips then part and start moving. I can see him talking but because of the noise of the party and how far away he is, I can't hear him. So I stand there, with an untouched tart in my hand staring at boy's lips.

I try to piece together what he is saying but his lips are moving too fast. I take a deep breath trying to refocus on the movement of his lips. The woody smell of a broomstick handle and a flower comes coursing through my nose. I look down to were the smell is coming from, my treacle tart.

Theres a fork neatly placed on my plate. I pick it up, the coldness of the silver fork mets my fingers. I gently dig it into my tart, trying to break a piece off while also being formal. A small piece breaks off by the force of my fork. I bring it up to my lips, parting them, I quide it into my mouth and use my teeth to remove it from the fork. The familiar sweetness and Butterly crust flavor bursts into my mouth. I slowly chew.

I look back up. Some people are dancing together while others are talking to each other and eating. My eyes go from person to person. Each one wearing fancy, expensive, and dark clothes. I continue to move from person to person until my eyes lock on the familiar brown haired guy straight ahead of me.

He's laughing with the same friends before. The happiness showing on his face makes me smile a little bit. I continue to stare even though I know I should stop and go back to Pansy. But something about Graham lured me in. He starts to move his head left and right like he's searching his surroundings. Thats when he looks straight and mets my eyes.

It takes me a second to react and turn away. I look down at the table in-front of me. Breaking our eye contact. Merlin, he just caught me staring at him. Embarrasment overflowed my body. One of my crushes just caught me staring at him! Fuck. I have to see if he is still looking at me.