𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 | 𝐝.𝐦

𝟑𝟕

Draco Malfoy | March 1996

"Clover?"

Kaimana's saucer eyes snapped to his. "H-hi." She looked away, abashed. "Sorry, I don't usually— I don't stutter. You just— you kind of scared me." She slammed the book shut and stood from the floor where she was sitting.

"My apologies. I mean, I know I scare you, but I thought you'd be used to it by now." Draco eyed her suspiciously, brows creased. "What were you just doing?"

"Nothing." She shook her head rapidly, holding an oddly thick stack of parchment that was stuffed between a textbook close to her chest. "I thought the tutoring was starting after classes."

"It is after classes." It was their first tutor session since she had called it off.

"Oh." She looked confused, as though she didn't realize the time. "Right, well, let's go— uh— let's find a table."

"We can sit here if you want," he suggested, jutting his chin downwards to the spot she was just sitting at.

"No, my ass hurts from sitting on the floor so much." She walked past him, out of the book aisle full of books about potions and serums. "It's been aching for days and it's starting to hurt when I sit even on a couch."

"Thanks for sharing." He followed her out of the aisle.

This was the first time he was speaking to her since that night they opened up to each other, surprisingly. He still observed her from afar, and he knew she knew he was watching her.

Nothing new.

In fact, she always caught his eye and rolled her eyes at him before breaking the contact. He found it amusing, but didn't show it.

"What were you just reading?" Draco took a seat across from her at the table, putting his book bag on the floor by his feet. Kaimana chose a table hidden, so it was just them two.

"None of your business." She pulled out her books, shoving the one with a thick stack of parchment between the pages inside of her bag.

"Was it something naughty, Clover?" He stifled a laugh.

"Yeah. It was sex written in words."

He smirked at that. "Where's your baby?" he asked, and pulled out a few sheets of homework questions from his book bag.

"Up your ass."

"And here I thought we were just starting to be friends," he mumbled, sighing exasperatedly.

"Friends." She snorted a laugh and shook her head. "You're hilarious, Malfoy. Have I ever told you that?"

"Not exactly." He ignored the sting he felt from her mockery. "Clover, can you just take me seriously for five minutes?"

"I do take you seriously, thus the reason I was running from you."

"And why do you run from me?" he asked, lifting his pale eyes to look at her. "Just tell me, for fuck's sake. I— I don't understand why you run from me. I don't know what I did." He didn't mean to just blurt that all out.

To his dismay, she didn't recoil and tense up. Instead, she met his stare, leaned closer to him and in a low voice, asked, "If you can tell me something, maybe I'll tell you why I avoid you."

"Anything."

She leaned back, got comfortable and folded her arms over her chest. "Tell me exactly what you remember from that night we hooked up. Don't leave anything out," she said in an even tone.

Draco found it fairly attractive the way her head tilted and her long dark hair spilled over her shoulder. "I thought I already told you that the other night at the Tower," he mused, and leaned back in his chair as well, his legs wide, and hands in his lap.