NEMESIS || Draco Malfoy

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Unfortunately, I wasn't drunk enough to forget.

I still remembered the scent of fire whisky and rain lingering in my nose as his teeth scraped along my neck. I still remembered the way his lips against my skin made me want more rather than less.

I remembered the way he felt so close to me and the way I wanted those sharp teeth of his against my skin again as soon as they weren't anymore.

I wish I would've forgotten the way my body reacted to his touch so naturally, like he was the first to ever touch me and like he was supposed to be the last.

But I didn't.

And now, I was painfully reminded of all those things whenever I accidentally caught a glimpse of him. It was the third time this morning, now; my eyes diverted with an aggravated sigh as they fell back on McGonagall talking about conjuring spells in the front of the class.

My head thudding as it rested in the palm of my hand, my elbow lazily propped onto the desk I was sat at, a sigh escaped Pansy's lips as she went to rest her head — forehead first — on the table.

There wasn't a single Slytherin who didn't wear a frown on their face, the rest of their facial features distorted in mild pain and eyes squinting or shut completely — we didn't get away with the sunglasses on the bridge of most noses before the lesson began. As soon as McGonagall entered the room, they transfigured into a see-through monocle.

Half of the class groaned, then, cursing under their breath and distorting their face in disdain towards the Professor wearing a smug smile on her face.

Malfoy was one of the few — if not the only — Slytherin who didn't make a sound, seeing as he wasn't wearing anything to shade his eyes with in the first place. Whether that was because he thought he was above it or just genuinely didn't need to, I wasn't sure.

That was the first time my eyes fell on him after last night. And I had diverted them with a similarly annoyed sigh.

"Miss Hayes."

My eyes widened slightly, back straightening and my arm, previously holding my head, lowering as I noticed my name escaping McGonagall's mouth. I blinked the blur before my eyes away, the thudding in my head suddenly irrelevant.

"Professor?" The words weren't supposed to sound like they did when they slipped past my lips. Though, I seemed to have adapted the slight condescension in my voice whenever I spoke to most people into my normal tone now.

I halted in tapping the tip of my quill against the wooden desk when her eyes narrowed at my response. I swallowed thickly, and she continued speaking.

"Miss Hayes—" She repeated sterner. —"Seeing as you don't find it necessary to pay proper attention to this class or me, why don't you show us before we end today's lesson."

My eyes darted through the room, a slight furrow in my brows when I noticed most pairs of eyes on me. Mine lingered on Granger in the front, head turned over her shoulder to look at me, her nose slightly scrunched up and a mildly annoyed look on her face as her hand previously in the air lowered.

Her eyes flickered over to Pansy next to me, lingering as her brows knitting together a little tighter before the entirety of her expression relaxed, and she diverted her gaze, head shaking lightly.

Potter and Weasley's expressions — the two sitting in the row in front of me — were similar to Malfoy's, of all people. The blonde a mildly amused expression on his face and his brow quirking when my eyes fell on him for the fourth time today.

"Hayes."

My head shot back towards McGonagall. "Butterfly-conjuring, please."

She fixed the way her small-framed glasses sat on the tip of her nose, gaze falling over the spectacles rather than through them.