On the Nature of Daylight

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Honestly, what was she playing at? Draco tried to ignore the Mudblood as best as he could but for some reason he seemed to be fine tuned to her now and saw her, smelled her, fucking felt her every time they were in the same room. He clenched his jaw, trying to pay attention to Professor Vector, but it wasn't long before he felt the pull of her and turned to meet her big doe eyes.

They opened wide, surprised that he was actually looking at her again. He had spent the last few days doing his damndest to ignore the annoying little Mudblood, but all it did was make him even more attentive to what she was doing, where she was, and who she was with. Her small mouth opened just slightly and he watched the light glimmer off of her bottom lip before she pulled it in between her teeth, causing a small indentation on the soft pink flesh. Sweet Salazar he wanted to bite that lip.

Want to grab it in between his teeth and pull; clamping down with more and more pressure until she finally gave in and cried. Draco turned quickly feeling a jolt run deeply through him and straight to his groin. He dropped his head into his hand, holding it for a moment while he regained himself. Granger was a distraction. He had spent the last week rolling their last encounter over in his mind and had accomplished little on the Vanishing Cabinet because of it.

He had to stop this. It felt like his brain had been scorched by her; it was sunburnt and it couldn't heal because every time she was around she seemed to shine right into him like the bloody sun itself. This couldn't go on. He wouldn't be able to function, wouldn't be able to accomplish his task and that was the most important thing right now. He had to do this. For his family. For himself. For his Lord.

He could feel the mark on him at all times. It wasn't a tattoo that peeled and healed, it was a brand and caused constant discomfort at all times. Bellatrix had said it was so they were always reminded of their pledge to their Dark Lord, but Draco thought that maybe the old man just got off knowing he was causing them all pain at any given moment.

Professor Vector finished his lecture and Draco slung his bag across himself, scowling at the people around him as they quickly moved out of his way. He had made it halfway down the corridor when he heard her call out his name.

He had half a mind to just keep walking; make that bitch chase him for once. He'd spent plenty of time chasing her after all, but after three tortuously slow strides he turned and Granger barreled into him.

His hands did not shoot up to steady her, instead her hands landed on his chest and he felt his skin burn underneath them in an all-together different kind of pain than his arm. He could smell the thick warmth of her vanilla cinnamon and it swarmed into his head, making him feel almost dizzy for a moment.

"Oh!" she gasped and looked up at him with deep, wide eyes.

"You're touching me again." Draco made his best attempt to sound bored.

"Sorry," Granger pulled back and his arm twitched, longing to reach and pull her back but Draco controlled himself. Granger might drive him crazy, but he had a lifetime's experience with control and kept his expression stoic.

"What do you want, Granger?" Draco sighed, looking over the top of her head because, Sweet Salazar, if he kept looking at her fuck-me-please eyes he was going to do just that.

"I..." Granger took a deep breath and he fought to keep his gaze from sliding down to her chest as it expanded. "I wanted to see if we could... talk."

"Talk." Draco repeated.

"Talk." Granger shifted uncomfortably.

He crossed his arms and let his gaze drop back down to her as she tucked her loose curls behind her ear. "And why would I want to talk to you?" Granger opened her mouth to start on a lengthy explanation, he was sure, but Draco didn't give her the chance. "I thought I had made myself clear."