Denying Draco

13 - Alluring Pink Glow

'I asked you a question.' Draco walked a step closer to Poppy, causing her to walk backwards and he kept going, making her continue moving her feet in backwards steps until she reached a table behind her and could move no more. Draco stopped and grinned, shrugging his shoulders softly. 'Well?'

She continued to stare up at him with heavy breaths. 'I'm not sure.' She knew what she wanted her real answer to be, but she still had slight hesitations that he could be messing with her and trying to embarrass her. 'What do you want my answer to be?'

He laughed and stuck his tongue in his cheek again, nodding approvingly. 'So that's how you want to play it?' He glanced around the room and let out a heavy sigh. 'Sorry, Dumbledore, in my book, you don't ask, you don't get. You'd better get back to bed before someone notices and comes looking for you.'

As he turned to leave, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve, closing her eyes softly as she did so. 'Wait...'

'Change of heart?' he teased, turning back to her.

As she opened her eyes, she studied the way he was stood watching her. His hair was slicked back so perfectly, his light, creamy skin was almost luminescent in the dull room, his shirt was messy and his tie was loose, his hands were shoved in the pockets of his trousers as he waited and stared down at her with his head cocked to one side and tongue grazing his lower lip.

'My answer is yes,' she told him, feeling the familiar flushing of her cheeks starting already.

'You're blushing,' he replied, reaching up and grazing his thumb across her cheek. 'Your cheeks always have a natural alluring, pink glow to them, but I can tell when it changes and you're feeling embarrassed.'

'If you're going to taunt me then I will go,' Poppy sighed, turning away from him.

'You just need to relax,' he stated, sliding her robes over her shoulders and she arched her back to allow him to pull it away from her. He dropped it to the floor and raised an eyebrow as he studied her oversized top. 'Cute.'

'What is this?' Poppy asked. 'Are you just going to continue to try and wind me up? Why are we even here like this again? You're always so awful to Gryffindors; you continue to show your distaste of my family name so why are you here?'

Draco looked to the side and bit the inside of his cheek. It appeared to Poppy that he was actually in deep thought about her question, and he turned back to her and softly shrugged. 'I don't know.'

'You don't know?' Poppy reiterated.

'How about we try this one more time and then I'll give you my answer once we're done?' Draco suggested, putting his hand into his pocket and pulling out a little square packet, which he wiggled between his fingers and threw down onto the table behind her. Then, without another word, he placed a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him, as he dipped his head and kissed her.

All doubts and fears and hesitations went out the window when Poppy's lips were greeted by his. The overwhelming tingling sensations spread out across her body again and she felt as if she was finally feeding a deep and aching hunger. Pressing her body against his, she kissed him back and allowed him to pull her top over her head. Having been in bed, she had not been wearing a bra, and immediately she moved her hands to cover her breasts but he grabbed her wrists and placed them back on his waist, without breaking their kiss.

She felt a slight boost of confidence inside of her and made the bold move to reach for his tie, unloosening it and throwing it to the floor before she reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. As she moved it over his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists again and pulled them away, not allowing her to remove it. She wondered why he did not want to be shirtless around her, but she quickly dismissed it and allowed her hands to explore his body underneath his shirt, the grooves of his stomach and the warmth of his skin.