Silver Chains

Chapter Six

Draco 

I have no fucking clue what I'm thinking as I offer to answer Granger's questions. Honestly, the only thought that's apparently eddied in my head is that I'm disappointed to see her in lounge apparel other than the sweater I loaned her. Though, I'm loath to admit that she does look more comfortable in this set that she must have picked up today. It looks very soft... almost as soft as her hair looks in the low light of the living room. Gods, what I would do to touch the curls framing her face.

Fuck. I must be more pissed than I thought. When I left the bar, it wasn't because I had this - whatever the fuck this is - in mind. Truly, I just wanted to get away from the slag Blaise kept trying to introduce me to. My family knows how long it's been since I've gotten laid, and fuck do I need the sweet release of forgetting as I sink into someone who I can knead beneath my fingers and make scream my name.

Running an empire is difficult business, even harder when there's a target on our backs. Mine especially.

So yes, while I would give my left nut for the chance to fuck someone hard and come and then kick them out of the building... it's not an opportune time to bring a slag home.

What if she tries to fucking kill me?

"Malfoy."

Granger's voice brings me back to the present and I gulp down a hefty intake of whiskey as I blink towards where she's huddled into the couch. I'm not prideful about how she seems to be terrified of me, even though we haven't interacted since the first couple days.

"Stop staring at my tits," she hisses.

It almost makes me laugh, but I hide it with a grimace instead

"I wasn't-"

"Malfoy, I'm nervous, not dead. Answer my questions and then you can stare at my tits all you fucking want."

That mouth. The things I imagine making her scream. I wonder if she'd use the same dirty language as I cant my hips against her, as I lick her and fuck her with my fingers.

Outwardly, I smirk. Or do my best too. My mouth feels fuzzy due to the alcohol.

"Question for a question?"

After a slight frown, she nods. "Fine. Where have you been?"

I snort. "That's the first question you want to ask?" She just glares at me, so I sigh, "I've been doing a lot of things. Working, dealing with certain situations."

"Am I part of the certain situations?"

"That's two questions, and I haven't even gotten to ask one," I joke, leaning forward to refill my glass. "No, Granger. You are not a situation."

This seems to placate her and I'm surprised when she sips the whiskey before inclining her head toward me.

"Forgive me for being abrasive," she snorts but I go on, one brow arching, "okay, fine. Forgive me if this comes off offensively but you don't act like other women we've pulled out of those shitholes."

Her brows pinch, but the tears I had been bracing for don't make an appearance.

"I haven't been used in the same way, not lately."

"You weren't raped?" I blurt out, much to my dismay as her eyes shutter. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she glances towards the river, toying with her bottom lip. The sight makes blood rush to my dick, again much to my dismay considering the current topic of conversation. But I'm a monster, so it's fitting in some depraved way. Still avoiding my gaze, she explains, "I appreciate that all of you treat me normal. Even if it's a little acerbic and odd at times. I feel like I imagined it all, like if I ignore it, it will just cease to exist in my memories. Is that fucked up, Draco?"