She || Drastoria

7 - The Connection

It was gone nine o'clock by the time Astoria rolled in from the library, having finally finished her essay which was due in the following morning.

She leapt to the desk where she sat down and immediately pushed her unfinished letter to Lyra aside and withdrew a fresh piece of parchment.

Shit, what should she write? Should she just make it formal or should she start with an apology?

An hour later, she still hadn't written a single thing other than Draco.

Overwhelmed with tiredness from lack of sleep, Astoria abandoned the letter and decided to call it a night, praying she'd think of something in the morning. After a quick trip to the bathroom, which was thankfully free, she climbed into bed wrapping her arms around herself, trying to stem the empty feeling inside of her.

It took her another half hour for her eyelids to finally grow heavy, and it wasn't until they were completely closed when a loud banging on the window cause them to fly open again.

Startled, she sat up, the covers falling away from her body. Draco Malfoy was stood outside on the fire escape, looking angry as he continued to rap loudly against the glass.

Damn, she knew she should have sent that apology earlier. Leaping out of bed, she quickly moved to the fire door, cautiously pushing it open.

"Draco, I-"

"I scaled a fucking roof for you and you couldn't even give me the time of day for one damned cup of coffee!" He snarled angrily. "No! Instead you bite my head off and blame everything on me after I stayed up all fucking night IN A CHAIR to make sure you didn't die! A little damned gratitude would not have gone amiss!"

Shocked, Astoria blinked, feeling the anger literally buzzing in the air around him as he barged past her uninvited into her room.

She shakily closed the door, leaning back against it, watching in disbelief as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it down to the floor.

"Draco, what are you doing here? Other than to yell at me?"

He looked up sharply, the emotion in his eyes seeming to change from anger to something else.

"I went out looking for a fuck tonight."

"Oh." Astoria's heart raced, feeling unnerved by the sudden direction this conversation was going. "And, uh- did you-?"

"It's only ten-thirty, what do you think?" He gave a bitter laugh, but his expression had grown softer, curious even as his eyes never left hers. Astoria was starting to feel self conscious as she stood in a simple shorts and vest combination - her underwear left abandoned in the laundry basket.

It was different to before when he was the one wearing less.

"Every fucking woman I look at I just think it's not you." He continued when she didn't say anything. "And I don't understand why. I don't understand why ever since that night I stumbled across you, I can't stop thinking about anything or anyone else. It's..." he paused, looking around as though trying to think of a suitable word, "...infuriating."

She swallowed, suddenly finding she couldn't think straight due to the amount of blood rushing to her head. His eyes were still burning intensely into hers and all she wanted to do in that moment was reach out and pull him in for a kiss.

"Draco- a- about this morning," she stuttered, trying to slow down the conversation which was seemingly going too fast for her to keep up with and leaving her feeling flustered, "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I-"