dark paradise // d.m.

- the tutoring -

trigger warning: explicit language, sexual content

I turn around, finding myself face to face with Draco. I try to catch my breath, thrown off by the surprise. He definitely looks like he's furious and he's staring deep in my eyes, looking down on me.

And he's stupid beautiful. I fucking hate him.

"Yes" I answer, trying to keep my voice steady, "I was looking for you. Slughorn keeps insisting on that tutoring you were supposed to do... let's just pretend you did tutor me so that we can get this over with, shall we?."

He takes a step closer and narrows his eyes, pondering my words. Does he really think this is the time to savor the moment? He studies my face and bites the inside of his cheek, then he says: "No."

"No?" I repeat, raising both of my eyebrows, "What the hell?!"

"I'm tutoring you" he slowly murmurs, staring me down, "Take it or leave it, I'm not pretending to do anything."

He said he'd prefer to hex himself rather than spending time with me and now he insists on tutoring me- what the hell is on your mind, Draco Malfoy?

I blink my eyes a few times, looking up at him with a confused gaze: "I- I don't get it" I mumble, brushing my hands on my face, "You're so damn frustrating..."

"I'm frustrating?!" he snaps, pushing me against the shelves, "Are you trying to get me pissed, Freya? You shove your tongue down Weasley's throat and I'd be the frustrating one?"

"You have a bad habit of pushing people around!" I snarl, pushing him back, then I try my best to lower my voice- I don't want to put up a show. "And what about George?" I ask, daringly, "I kiss whoever I want and I do whatever I please."

"You are so fucking naive, Freya," he laughs without a single hint of amusement. What did he just call me? "See, you're very much wrong" he seethes, getting closer and brushing his thumb on my cheek, "You are not in charge here, understood?"

"It's not I who is to be the girl you can boss around, Draco" I coldly say, as my heart pounds in my chest, "I don't know what the hell do you want from me, but it's not my problem."

"Oh, but it is" he assures, brushing the tip of his nose on my jaw and breathing on my neck, "Because, we perfectly know I can make you weak just by touching you."

My breathing starts to get heavier and I feel myself growing hot- and he hasn't done anything yet. He's right. Then, what do I do?

"I hate you" I breathe, slightly parting my lips and not moving an inch, "You think you can make me weak, Draco? I haven't even started playing, yet."

He suddenly freezes and he goes back to standing straight. "We have work to do" he says, artificially calm, "Sit at a table and wait for me."

He is so confusing...

I don't have the time to protest or say anything, because he turns his back on me and enters another aisle, leaving me alone. I don't even know if I want to protest- for some reason, I don't feel like saying anything mean. I just want to find a table and sit. And that's what I do.

Draco reaches me a few moments later with a handful of books and he sits next to me, looking incredibly stiff. I bet I look the exact same way.

"You chose somewhere private," he comments, eyeing the table and the space around us.

"I, uhm..." I mumble, "Yeah, I chose the first one I saw."

"That's not exactly the first you encountered from where we were, Freya" he retorts, opening a book, "Now, let's start."