Pros & Cons

25. The Reconciliation

{This chapter is almost 6k words and like half of it is smut i-🤠}

Over the next few days Violet found that she was unable to pull herself from Draco. Glances in a corridor or a brush of skin in class quickly turned into snogging in a hidden alcove or empty classroom. Both were utterly desperate for the other.

She craved the way he'd whisper possessively in her ear and caress every curve of her body. Each low growl against her skin sending her over the edge.

He was equally as intoxicated by her. Violet adored the way he shuddered when she raked her nails through his hair or rolled her hips against his. Her heart had even stilled momentarily when he murmured something about 'how much he loved her... body and the way the uniform fit her'.

Anytime she wasn't sneaking around with Draco she would bury her head into books in the library. She felt rather unwelcome everywhere else. Although she'd tried multiple times to approach Hermione when she was alone, she'd always shrug her off with a simple "I'm busy".

Violet tried not to linger on thoughts of loneliness. She had more pressing matters to attend to.

Occasionally she found her mind wandering to the words of her brother a few days prior. About how pleased 'he' would be. After tossing the thought about in her mind Violet chalked it up to lack of human contact. The man had been locked away for twelve years, so it is completely logical that he could've misspoke.

She put her longing for family ahead of her doubts to keep her mind at ease. This is what this was all for afterall, family.

Violet watched the sun streak through the latticed windows of the library as the notion of family played on her mind. She considered writing to Molly.

She had always been a voice of reason and warmth within Violet's life. However, Ron could have spoken to her already––she didn't want to make her choose between them. After all Molly would, of course, always choose Ron.

Remus, perhaps?

Violet had always considered Remus as somewhat of a father figure within her life. But he might hold too much reason, look at her problem too logically. She didn't particularly want to be scolded right now, so decided against it.

Tonks?

Of course! She should write to Tonks.

Violet pulled some parchment from her bag and hastily started writing. She hadn't truly been able to speak to someone in over a week and felt the quill move faster than her brain could comprehend. The letter spoke about how isolated she'd been feeling and the separation from her friends. She chose to exclude the reason for the rupture as she didn't want Tonks to over analyse or worry about her, as she inevitably would. Violet made it clear that the separation from the trio is nothing too major and she believes it will mend itself soon, just so Tonks doesn't write to them herself.

Once the parchment was full she rested it on the table and gave the ink a moment to dry.

As Violet rested back into her chair a pale hand came into view and snatched up the parchment.

"Who are you writing to?" Draco questioned from behind her.

Violet stood from her chair and turned to face him. He was leaning nonchalantly against the bookshelf whilst waving the piece of paper around. Violet sighed as she took in his appearance.

His hair was unstyled and flopped slightly over his forehead, the top button of his shirt was undone and his tie hung loose around his neck. Rays of sun reflected in the silver of his eyes and made them resemble pools of molten silver. The sunbeams illuminated the high points of his face and cast shadows over the low, sculpting him perfectly.