The Facade

Chapter 26

I slowly opened my eyes to a burning hot light, and I argued against the brightness. I slowly rubbed my eyes and stretched up as I sat up on the couch.

The blanket covering my body fell and my eyes widened at my naked body. And slowly I became aware of the pain between my legs and everything that happened yesterday.

Last night flashed through my eyes like a livid memory, every touch scorched hot on my skin, my lips still felt swollen, and I recalled every choice I made.

I sighed and lied back down on the couch. Malfoy had left last night after what we did. I didn’t want him to sleep with me and I was glad he knew that. To sleep with someone meant a whole new level of intimacy, a deeper meaning of what we did together, so by all means, we would never sleep together.

Whatever was happening between us, was merely how to deal with the need for each other, just some sort of phase…I guess. Sleep was way unnecessary, and therefore irrelevant.

I felt myself staring at the ceiling for a few moments. I still hadn’t quite managed to wrap my mind around what I let happen, what I choose not one, but two times to happen. I could have ended it after we were interrupted by Neve, but I crawled back to him, and crossed the last line of sanity I kept for myself.

I eventually stood up from the couch, at least to dress me up before Malfoy could appear in the living room, I wanted deeply to have a shower, but the path led through Malfoy’s room and I preferred only to enter it once he was awake rather than waking him up.

I dressed yesterday’s clothes spread on the floor, but conjured a new pair of underwear. I magically cleaned the red stain on the couch and sat back down.

I dropped my head back, I felt tired, yesterday’s practice and our further…activities, really did left me knackered. I glanced at the clock and saw as it was nearly eight and thirty in the morning.

I needed a coffee, but I didn’t want to get up either, there was still an ache between my legs, as I knew it would be. What let me so tired was my own mind, playing harmful tricks on me, a storm of emotions and voices screaming at every corner of my head.

For moments I wished I was under Malfoy’s touch again, if only to just shut away these voices and thoughts lingering in my mind.

Salazar was definitely laughing in his grave.

I still got up, I needed something to keep me aware and awake. I walked until the kitchen and got the stuff to brew myself a simple dark coffee.

Malfoy’s bedroom door opened drawing my attention as Malfoy’s silhouette all draped in black clothes slipped past the door into the room.

He locked his eyes with me first thing, his steps halting as if I had caught him off guard, surely his actions would also be weighting on him, I wished nothing else but know if he felt like me, conflicted and confused, or maybe something else entirely different.

He acknowledged me and slowly made his way into the kitchen, I watched him from the corner of my eye as his figure worked over in the counter.

I drifted my gaze back to what I was doing, and slowly finished brewing my own coffee as Malfoy made his own.

The scent of honey quickly filled my nose, and I felt myself lean into the smell, longing for that tasty coffee Malfoy used to make for us.

I grabbed my black mug to sit over in the couch, with my own coffee, while Malfoy was finishing making his own by the kitchen. I sat back in the couch, wrapping my body around the warmth erupting of the fireplace.