Dragon's Rose (A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction)

Pain

"Malfoy," Adeline groaned, annoyed with the blonde Slytherin across from her. "Just do the work."

Malfoy sat in his chair, raising his eyebrows and twirling his quill in his hand. She stared and stared at how he spun it. His fingers were so skilled, so percise. And the signet ring on his finger made Adeline's eyes catch his hand for longer without a second thought. He seemed to be shining today.

She realized she was staring and shook herself out of it, quickly getting to her feet  and walking around the room to try to avoid his cold gaze.

Malfoy got up not a minute after she did, stepping forward. Adeline now stared at him in a combination of curiosity, horrification, and admiration. She froze, her feet rooted in the spot she stood. It was if glue was holding in place. She couldn't move, but she wasn't sure she wanted to. Especially when Malfoy reached out and grazed his thumb over her cheek, letting his hand guide her head up to face him.

Her one hand went up and lightly gripped his arm. She never expected Malfoy's touch to be so gentle, so caring. After years of playing Quidditch, and his frozen personality, she expected his touch to be rough and unforgiving. Instead, it felt like there was nothing there.

Adeline's heart thudded in her chest and a storm of butterflies bursted in her stomach. What was going on?

"You're perfect," he whispered as he tilted his head to one side, observing her. "So, so perfect."

A shiver ran through Adeline's body. She felt seen. Heard. Alive.

She was alive in Malfoy's arms.

"Really?" Adeline asked breathlessly. This was too good to be true.

He leaned forward, so close. He was so close that they were almost touching. Face to face.

Adeline's heart beat rapidly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. A cheshire smirk took over Malfoy's face, his icy eyes hardened with so, so much hatred but Adeline can sense that he was also radiating with amusement. "No."

Adeline jerked awake, sitting up in her bed. If you would have seen her, it would've looked as if she had just had a nightmare. She felt jumpy and as if tears were about to spill from her eyes.

She turned in the darkness, letting her eyes adjust, and blinking the tears away. She spotted the sillouette of her wand and grabbed it, as well as her watch. She cast a quick 'Lumos' and checked the time.

4:37am

She had gotten an hour and a half's worth of sleep. It was better than nothing, but she still felt terrible. That dream- that dream was too real feeling, too hurtful.

If she had been hurt this bad by dream Malfoy, than she could only imagine how embarassed and heartbroken she would feel if it happened in real life.

Maybe she'd been underestimating her feelings for Malfoy all along.

No. No she hadn't.

She hates him. Loathes him.

Or at least she's supposed to. She knows she's still just trying to convince herself that whatever she's feeling isn't real.

Because nothing can be worse than this. This is the ultimate betrayal.

Betrayal.

Adeline shot up for the second time that night, this time gasping. She had forgotten that stupid tea leave excersize back in fourth year.

Lust.

Betrayal.

Love.

No, no, no.