She || Drastoria

8 - Hot and Cold

Draco knew the cause of his butterflies before he even opened his eyes.

It was all down to the girl in his arms, the beautiful witch pressed up against his body. He felt as though he were drowning in her scent of cinnamon and honey, and melting against her touch which felt so silky and soft against his skin.

Fuck, he really badly needed a piss, but he didn't want to move. How could he ever want to let her go? In fact, he wondered, why on earth were there not a queue of men waiting outside her door? This girl was perfect, and Draco suddenly experienced this cold sort of dread that she would wake up and realise she could do so much better than the likes of him.

He scolded himself instantly, he was acting like one of those clingy girls he always loathed and accidentally bedded on occasion. Why didn't you call me, Draco? Do you want to meet my parents? Were you eyeing up my friend? Oh my god, you want to fuck my friend, don't you? WHY AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!

His heart raced in panic - oh hell, he was one of them! He was a pathetic clingy simp and Astoria was going to run a mile when she realised. This was evidently his punishment, or karma if you will. Life was giving him a taste of his own medicine, and by Merlin, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Are you okay?"

Draco glanced down, realising Astoria had awoken and was staring up at him with a look of concern flitting over her face.

"No. I need a piss," he said stiffly, quickly untangling his limbs from around her and rolling onto his back to casually fold his arms behind his head.

"Well, go then," she said quite reasonably, "the bathroom's only two doors down to the right."

Draco thought about it, warily eyeing the door he had been through only once before... after he'd run out on her housemate.

Oh, fuck. Would he ever be able to escape the consequences of his past misdeeds? Would they forever be there as a reminder of what a shit he really was?

"I wouldn't worry, she won't be up yet." Astoria smirked, evidently clocking his hesitation. "And besides, what makes you think she'll even recognise you? It was weeks ago now."

"Why wouldn't she?" Draco said indignantly, feeling affronted by the idea that anyone could forget him. "I've got a fucking gorgeous face!"

"Hmmm..." she said, reaching up to playfully pinch his cheek, "It'll pass, I suppose."

Her eyes shone with laughter as a mischievous smile tugged at her lips, and he immediately felt those fucking butterflies again.

Merlin, all he wanted to do was kiss her and hold her back in his arms which were feeling shockingly empty without her. But how could he do that without looking like a needy freak?

"Draco, seriously, are you okay?" She asked again, her smile faltering when he failed to respond. "You look terrified about something."

Of course he was fucking terrified! He was falling for a girl he barely knew! But then... in those last few weeks, he felt as though he had gotten to know her so incredibly well, more than he knew the people whom had been in his life forever - like his father for one excellent example.

"I'm just desperate for that piss," he muttered, practically leaping out of the bed to grab his clothes which had been thrown around the room during the previous night's throes of passion.

He closed his eyes halfway through pulling his trousers up, remembering how fucking amazing sex with her had been. He'd never experienced it like that before, the need to cum inside of her so agonisingly fierce that he could barely keep it together. And when he had... fuck. The intensity of it had nearly blown his balls off.