He's attractive. Very attractive. Sometimes, she has to bite her tongue from saying anything to her mother because she knows she'll get kicked out. But she can't help the way she feels towards Him. She doesn't expect him to watch her, all the time...
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Cordelia couldn't even be in the same room as Mr. Malfoy anymore.
For the past week, he'd glared at her any time she showed up in the same air as him. He hated what she said to him, hated how she just walked out on him. They were almost the same person, he held grudges, and she has trouble letting things go. They would never willingly get along.
Now, she stood in front of Scorpius' door, her hand balled up in a fist, knocking. For a moment or two, there was no answer, so she knocked again.
"Scorp?"
And then, a third time.
Scorpius always answered the door. Panic rose in her chest, blossoming straight to her heart, pricked at her throat until she just decided to open the door herself. The bed was made, the room was clean, but the place was empty.
Her hand slipped off of the door handle, and her eyes sunk. Cordelia left the room shortly after, but didn't miss the way Scorpius had a picture of them together, sitting on his night stand in a picture frame.
Draco and her mother were in the kitchen, talking, and she could tell her mother was upset about something. Cordelia stood in the doorway, her arms sliding around her waist.
"Where's Scorpius?" She asked, so quietly anybody hardly heard her.
"Speak up—"
Mr. Malfoy cut her mother off, "He's at the library. He'll be back at noon."
Normally, even if Cordelia wasn't speaking, he'd tell her where he went. This made her walk straight out of the door, and she didn't come home, again.
—
"Can you open this for me."
Mr. Malfoy looked at Cordelia, holding the jar of jam, and then his eyes slid back up to hers, noticing the way she never looked into his eyes. He saw how tired she looked, realized that the screaming he'd heard last night was her, again.
Now, disappointment spread across her chest like fire. Mr. Malfoy had been the only one she's talked to in three days. She ignored Scorpius more now, then she ever had. She didn't let Scorpius see her in the hallways, and she stopped showing up for breakfast.
"Where were you last night?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow as he took a seat on the bar stools at the counter. When she shook her head, he continued. "And the night before? And the night before that? You keep disappearing. Your mothers worried."
"No, she's not. I'm an adult, I can do what I want." Cordelia stared back, her mouth going dry.
"Oh? You're an adult?" He mocked her, "Adults don't go out every night and come back at four in the morning. They're not immature like you."
Cordelia scoffed, "Immature? I'm asking you to open a jar for me and you're being a complete dick. Never mind, I'll do it myself."
Mr. Malfoy sighed, getting out of his seat. "Give it to me, I'll open it."
"No."
"Cordelia."
A gasp left her lips when he pressed himself to her back, pushing her against the counter lightly. Her body felt like it was on fire— nobody had been this close to her exact Scorpius since she broke up with her ex for getting with her mom.
"Give me. The fucking jar."
He was so much taller than her, and he was so much broader than her body. He towered over her at least a whole foot more, so she didn't have a choice but to hand him the jar harshly.
He twisted the lid, and for him, it popped off easily. She blew out a breath, hoping he'd just move back, letting her get a grip on herself before she made herself look stupid. He set the jaw in front of her, stepping to the side, and Cordelia let out the smallest sigh of relief.
"I don't get a thank you?"
She clenched her jaw, "No. I told you that you were a dick—"
Her jaw was in his grasp, the other hand slipping into her curly hair, pulling her body closer to him. She pissed him off, made him grit his teeth and tighten his fist in her hair. She wasn't hurting— he knew this.
"I'm not being a dick." He told her sharply, "Did you ever stop and think that I'm worried? You could get kidnapped. You could get hurt. Somebody could drug your drink, Cordelia. Boys out there don't care about—"
"Did you ever stop and think that I don't talk to boys?" She told him, her jawline sharp and her eyes laid on his chest as he tilted her head up. "Did you ever think that boys aren't interested in me, Mr. Malfoy? You saw me two weeks ago. Nobody was sitting around me. I was drinking coke. I have no friends."
He stopped, and his entire body faltered. "And my son? He doesn't count as a friend?"
She shook her head, still not looking him in the eyes. "I guess not."
He closed his mouth, and just looked at her. He looked at everything he could on her face, to the freckles that lay on her cheeks, to the curve of her nose, the way her lips were so soft and full. He took part of his thumb off of her chin, pushed her glasses up and then ran it over her cheek.
"Does that mean you've never been kissed before?" His question caught her off guard, watched her eyes finally flutter to his eyes, and he practically saw the heart break in her eyes. "Never been held? Gone on a date?"
He stepped closer to her, felt the way she relaxed into his hands. "N—No.."
"No?" He whispered, growing closer to her face. "Not even on the cheek?"
The little shake of her head was enough for him, leaning down even more and pressing his lips to hers. He did it so softly she could hardly feel it, but then she leaned up and kissed him back, feeling his hand leave her jaw and slide it on her waist, pulling her closer.
Her back slightly arched, his lips gentle against hers. He tried so hard to tell himself that he shouldn't be doing this, but then she gripped his shirt softly with her thin fingers, and he just kissed her harder.
He pulled her even closer, nearly fainting at the smallest little whimper she'd let out, and he was about to start kissing down her neck when the front door opened.
