All the lies // D.M.

3 - News

Cathleen Avery

My face was pressed into the soft fabric of my pillow, my body and mind cursing every decision I had made in the last twelve hours. Did I really kiss that devil in disguise—Draco fucking Malfoy?

I rolled onto my back and stretched my tired muscles, my mind still processing what I'd done. It felt like a fever dream like I'd lost control of my own body and watched from the outside in. And damn I wish I could say it wasn't the best kiss I ever had but the way electricity had surged through every inch of my body. Only thinking about it now made my insides turn into a chaotic mess I didn't know how to make sense of. I could still feel his lips—soft and unexpected—his fingers pressing into my skin like he needed to hold onto something, and the hardness that grew between my legs, his body reacting to mine. I'd kissed plenty of boys before, but it was never this explosive. Maybe it was the hatred.

It had felt like more than just a kiss, and that was what drove me crazy because a part of me wanted to keep going, and the moment I pulled away, this part of me screamed in agony. I hated myself for how I had wanted more, how my body had betrayed me, lighting up like fireworks at his touch.

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, trying to rid myself of the memories that were eating away at my mind. It was just a kiss. Get over it and move on. Just a stupid dare, just Theo's idea of fun.

So why did it feel like so much more?

Frustrated with my twisting stomach and racing heartbeat, I rubbed my face and groaned. My body had never betrayed me like this and it already drove me mad.

I sat up and glanced over at the bed across from mine where Valerie was still asleep, hugging her pillow, the blanket barely covering half of her. I grabbed my pillow and tossed it at her, "Get up," I shouted.

Valerie groaned into her pillow, "What time is it?"

"Time for breakfast," I said, already moving to my dresser between the two floor-to-ceiling windows. I pulled out a pair of knee-high socks and my Slytherin robes, trying to distract myself.

"So," Valerie said, yawning as she sat up against her headboard, "how was the kiss?"

My heart sped up, thumping in my chest like it wanted to escape, "It was just a kiss, nothing special. Looks like I was right to say he is only average." I chuckled awkwardly, trying to cover up one of the biggest lies I'd ever told. "Surprise, I'm not poisoned... yet."

Valerie smirked, raising an eyebrow. "If it was just a kiss, why is your face all red?" She leaned forward, her teasing eyes narrowing. "Tell me the truth, Cathleen." Here comes her motherly voice, the only thing she is missing is the scowl between her eyebrows and she would easily pass as my mother.

I grumbled under my breath. "I don't want to talk about it."

"So not just average huh?"

I sighed, giving in slightly.  "I'll have to admit – if the rest is like that kiss I can understand why every girl wants him."

She stretched her arms above her head, still smirking. "I think Draco feels the same way..."

I whipped around to look at her. "What do you mean?"

"He stormed out last night like he was about to explode," Valerie laughed, clearly enjoying the thought.

"I would've loved to see that," I said with a smile, finally letting myself laugh but as I slipped into the bathroom, the laughter faded. I stared at my reflection, gently touching my neck where Draco's hand had been. He did explode—just not in front of everyone else.