The World and Her Stars

Chapter Twelve

ROSE POV

Draco was thoroughly pissed off. Thoroughly.

He avoided both Theo and I for weeks it seemed like. He was still with the group, but he hardly ever addressed his best friend, and he didn't even look at me.

I couldn't help but smirk every time I saw him fists clench or his teeth grit when I would let Theo give me a peck on the cheek before class, or when we both would run into the classroom late, still fixing our buttons.

Being in a relationship was different than I thought, but I don't even know if I would consider what Theo and I had to be a real relationship. It was just flirting in public and even more unsatisfying sex than before.

I thought exploring Theo more often would help with my...fixation on the blonde-haired boy. Unfortunately, it only made it worse.

In an act of pure desperation to actually feel genuine satisfaction, I did what I never thought I would do. I stooped down to his level. Draco's level.

Theo and I were in the room, for the third time this week might I add, and nothing seemed to be working, and I was getting close to just faking it again and calling it a night. I hated the fact that my body wouldn't melt under this gorgeous man's fingertips, because he was undeniably sexy and seductive. He was just missing something. Something that I knew one person possessed, but I don't think I could ever admit that to anyone.

We were in the room, and I was about to call it quits. There is nothing in that moment I wanted more than to just...feel the satisfaction that Theo got to feel every time he was between my legs, sometimes twice. I wanted...needed...that release.

With my eyes closed, I used my senses...and my memory—and there he was. Suddenly it wasn't Theo moving his hips into me, it was Draco. It felt so wrong, but that only made it more enthralling.

His imaginary scent filled my nose, and it's like I could feel his peppermint breath cascading down my neck again.

Theo always neglected the points on my neck that Draco cherished. The thought of his tongue making circles on my neck again were shamefully intoxicating to me in this moment.

This was so wrong.

The thought of him whispering "you're mine, Rosie girl," is what did it for me. Although Theo had no idea what was running through my head, I was still slightly embarrassed that it was Draco I was thinking about.

"Say my name, Rosie. You know you want to. Admit it. Say my name." Imaginary Draco purred in my ear.

Suddenly, my release bubbled up inside me out of nowhere.

"Say it. Now. I want to see my name come out of that pretty little mouth when you come, Rosie. Say it." The pseudo-voice whispered in my ears.

"Draco..." I quietly whimpered, unable to control the spasming of the lower half of my body.

"What?" Theo's husky voice snapped me out of my day dream.

Fuck...I just said that out loud.

"What did you just say?"

DRACO POV

It was raining again, which meant practice was going to suck. It was more sleet than rain, meaning that snow was right around the corner.