On the Nature of Daylight

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

How dare that goddamn bitch run out on him like that? Who the fuck did she think she was? Saying fucking shit like "I could never trust you." Like she was so much better than him. Who the hell was she?! She was a filthy little Mudblood, nothing more, and he was a goddamn Malfoy!

Draco paced up and down the small walkway in front of the Vanishing Cabinet. His steps were heavy and his chest rose and fell fast with every breath he sucked in through his nose. He didn't know why he had come here tonight, but where else was he going to go? He couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate. Not on anything that wasn't the flash in her big brown eyes as she declared her disdain for him.

He had her moaning out his name like a dirty whore and she had the audacity to fucking walk away from him? No, that's not how this worked. She couldn't just sit there and look so beautifully innocent, couldn't dig her nails into his skin and tremble against him and then act like he soulless. He closed his eyes, wishing it would dispel the shock and pain he had seen in hers at his harsh words.

His own opened and shone like mercury in the darkened room. She had deserved it though, it was her fault he had even said those things.

Why did she balk when he tried to tie her hands up? She hadn't had a problem with anything else he had done to her, not a lasting one at least. Did she think he was going to hurt her? Well, he had planned on fucking the shit out of her and make her scream and cry, but she would have liked it. Deep down, she would have loved it.

And he would have loved doing it to her. He loved watching her adorable little mouth open as sharp breaths passed through it. Loved watching the rise of color in her cheeks, loved watching the deep cinnamon of her eyes burn into his as he gave her what only he could. No one else had touched her. She was Pure. Purely his.

"Are you a Death Eater?"

Those words had come back to haunt him as well. Draco rubbed his left forearm, trying to ease the dull burn there but it did nothing. He wished he had another bottle of Ogden's, but Nott hadn't been able to get any more in lately and his own stores were dried up. He had opened his last bottle tonight and it had run out shortly after she had. His head soberly pounded with rage, with want. Without her.

If she found out, he was a dead man.

He grabbed an old globe with markings on it that looked nothing like Earth by the base and swung it into a grimy glass cabinet, shattering the doors and causing whatever was inside to crash to the ground. A plume of dust rose up and Draco repeated his action again and again until he was heaving down air and only holding the bronze base of what had once been the globe.

If he hadn't been drunk that night he would never have even let her undo his shirt, but Sweet Salazar did her soft little hands feel amazing on his chest. Their light touch at first, tracing the lines of his muscles until she slid a hand up into his hair, dragging her nails across his head and nearly making him say something he would have surely regretted in the morning.

He grabbed a flask twice as large as his head and threw it as far as he could, listening to the crash and tinkle of glass as it sprayed across the useless and forgotten objects stored in here over the centuries. Draco froze with an icy anger. She had been so soft, so warm in his arms. She had been his. His hands twitched at his sides, empty and cold. He had to get his hands on her again.

He should have lied when she asked him that. If he had, maybe she would trust him and then she wouldn't have been spooked tonight. Is that what he wanted? Granger to trust him? Why? So she would... like him? No. That's not what this was. This was nothing more than fucking the stupid little Mudblood who bossed everyone around and thought she was so much better than anyone else because she read some shit books and couldn't stop spewing off at the mouth about them every fucking chance she got!