crave

ninety-one

*draco's pov*
i didn't want to snap at her. that's the last thing she needs right now. but i can't just sit around and watch her kill herself. of course i had noticed she'd lost weight, but i couldn't say anything until she did. i've noticed her tired eyes, her sickly look, but i stayed quiet. because i know she needs me. she needs me to be the one person that doesn't pity her or yell at her for everything. and it's hard, becasue i want to pity her. i want to hold her and tell her everything is alright. even if it's not going to be.

i've also noticed that now, walking down the corridor, she glances over her shoudler once in a while as if she's scared. and i know she is, scared of him escaping. but i know he can't. he's gone now, for good. but she won't listen to me, no matter how hard i try to tell her. so i just hold her close to me, let her know i'm here. i'm always here.

"malfoy, are you paying attention" snapes harsh voice interupts my thinking as he stares at me. "yes sorry, professor" i apologize, he nods. elizabeth looks over at me and places her hand on top of mine, it's such a small gesture she does but i love every part of it. "are you alright" she asks, i should be asking her that. "yes, just thinking" i shrug and she nods.

"mr. malfoy, miss alure, please tell the class what is so much more important than my teaching" snape interupts again. i sigh as i shake my head "nothi-" "well really there are so many things more important than potions. i could give you a list if you'd like, starting off strong here i'll say world hunger, lowering down a bit i'll say the amount of rape in the world, and even lower i'd say probably the lack of education in some contries, and just so you know, because i know you'll stop me soon, it's a very long list and your teaching is at the very bottom" elizabeth snaps.

she's always so...moody...when she's tired. sometimes i love it, but this time i know it's set her stuck in detention this evening, when she needs rest.

some of the classmates snicker, some gawk at the fact she would say something like that. snape just glares at her, "well then, miss elizabeth, since this is your last class of the day, you can stay afterwards for detention, and write me a paper on what you find so important. at least two pages" snape fires back and i sigh, elizabeth nods.

*elizabeth's pov*
i had to do it. i had to have somebody that wouldn't walk on eggshells around me. that wouldn't mind being cruel to me, even if it is just writing a paper.

"why'd you do that" draco sighs as class ends and he grabs his books. "because he was being an ass" i shrug and he looks at me "how late do you think you'll be in here" he asks. "no clue, depends on if he makes me write anymore. why" i ask, but i already know he wants me to get some rest. i can't though. every time i close my eyes i'm filled with images of my father. his crooked smile at the trial, the anger in his eyes when he cursed my mother, him tying me up, i just can't see that anymore.

"just come back to my room when you're done, please" he says and i nod, he walks away.

"well, elizabeth, get to work, i'll be back soon" snape seethes and i nod with an innocent smile on my face, just trying to make him angry. the door slams as he walks out and i start writing.

*draco's pov*
i sigh as i plop onto my bed, wishing elizabeth was beside me. ever since the trial, ever since i've heard what he did to her, all i can do is worry about her. not because i think he's getting out, but because now i realize taht i can't control what happens when i'm not around. that she could be in so much pain and i would never know.

i roll over and smile as i pick her shirt, well actually my shirt that she wears all of the time, up and her scent fills my nose. its as if the smell makes a switch flip, because suddenly i'm not thinking of her smile, i'm thinking of her body. her perfect body displayed in front of me. for only me. her mouth begging for me. her eyes staring into mine. it's been a while, so just the thought of her screaming my name turns me on.

i think about the time i fucked her in front of the mirror, pulling her head back by her hair so she had to look me in my eyes, the way her back arched and pushed her ass farther on me. god it was so perfect.

i sigh as i reach my hand into my pants and connect my hand with my dick. "fuck" i breath out at the missed feeling. i can't blame her for not being in the mood, but no matter what, i'm always in the mood.

my hand moves up and down, my mind visualizes elizabeth, up and down, naked, on top of me. my hands on her hips holding her down, steadying her. her eyes on mine. her mouth letting out those beautiful sounds. my hand moves faster. "god elizabeth" i moan out, knocking my head back. i imagine her calling for me, begging for me to fuck her. imagining her on her knees, taking me in her mouth. imagining her tied up, beggind for me to touch her. my hand moves faster and my hips thrust forward.

"holy shit" my breathing is shaky as feel my stomach clenching. "holy fuck, elizabeth, shit" everything about her runs through my mind. her body. her hair. her eyes. her voice. everything. and finally i reach my high, making a mess of my hand. "fucking hell" i breath out as i let myself calm down.

i grab the towel that's on the floor from my shower this morning and clean myself up before leaning my head back. i know she has to take her time bettering herself and getting her father out of her head, but fuck she needs to hurry.