"I hate you, too." - Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter 22

"Blurring the lines between real and the fake."

-Lana Del Rey

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Heavy winds brushed against the living room window, accompanied by the soft tapping of rain on glass. A distant beeping of horns coaxed Eden from her slumber, though she kept her eyes closed even as her mind began to wake. The first thing she noticed was how warm she felt and how little room she seemed to have.

The next thing Eden noticed was the texture below her. Leather. The material was leather. Last time I checked, my mattress wasn't made of leather, she thought drowsily. The very last thing she noticed was the warm and hard body that had enveloped her in a pair of strong, secure arms--a body?

Instantly, Eden's eyes were open.

Across the room, where Eden's vanity and door usually sat--there was a coffee table, and across from that was a couch. She was in the living room, not her bedroom. A soft breath tickled the top of Eden's head and she tensed as the reality of her situation unfolded.

It was not Eden's own arm that her head rested upon--nor was it Eden's arm that was wrapped snugly around her waist, pulling her against a wall of heat. No, they were Draco's arms--and it was Draco's leg that now rested between hers, it was Draco's chest that her head leaned into. How had she gotten herself into this situation?

She remembered watching a cartoon with Draco late into the night. They had sat mostly in silence if not teasing or bantering with one another--and then.. Nothing? "Shit..." Eden mumbled to herself. She could think of no solution to this problem, though perhaps trying to sneak out of his grasp might work. So, Eden began to squirm out of his grip.

"Stop moving." Draco's voice was low and hoarse as he slowly began to awaken--the sound unravelling Eden as she stopped dead in his arms. She waited a moment for him to speak, but when nothing came she began to shift again. "Eden." He breathed, tightening his grip on her waist. "Stop fucking moving so much."

Oh, Merlin, she was in deep shit. Not because of his hold on her, not because of how she fell asleep with him, no. It was that damn morning voice that might just cost her everything. "Draco." She elbowed him gently in the ribs and he jerked at the contact. Almost immediately his hands retreated and he raised himself up on his elbow, the thin blanket that had been placed on them by god-knows-who now fell away.

Eden crawled to the other end of the couch before sitting up properly to face him. It took every scrap of dignity she had left for her to hold his gaze steadily. "I didn't- What?" He glanced down at the blanket, then at Eden.

Draco's hair was disheveled, his eyes still tired even with the caution and--excitement?--that seemed to glow through. Thank god he's wearing a shirt, Eden thought. He'd put his shirt on from yesterday after it had dried, seeing as Eden didn't have any that could fit him. She could still feel the his bare chest against her face--his bare back warming her arms as he held her.

There was a beat of silence that stretched on for far too long until Eden finally said. "I think my mother put that blanket on us, if you didn't." She murmured. "Shit, if I had of known, Eden-"

"It's fine." She coughed. "Just--don't tell anyone. This stays between us.. And my mother, apparently." Eden frowned at him. She knew it wasn't his fault, but it felt so much nicer to blame everything on him. "You don't need to ask, I know."

"I'm just making sure you're not going to go running to Levi to tell him we spent the night together--even though it was accidental." Eden scowled, climbing off the couch and dragging herself into the kitchen.