Professor Malfoy

30 | leaving

Chapter 30
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When I wake up, no morning sun rays are falling on my cheeks and tingling me with their warmth. No bright light is making my eyes hurt as I open them. No. Nothing like that.

It's cold and cloudy, my room is covered under a mask of grey, sad atmosphere. Something is telling me that I won't see the sun in another day. Or a week. Maybe even a month.

I've slept through the whole Sunday and night, so if I'm guessing right, it's Monday. Monday, 2nd of November. It's been sixty three days since I've met Draco, since he first spoken to me through my mind.

I am guessing right - it must be Monday. Or even Thursday, but I don't think I'd be able to sleep for two days straight. As I roll on the other side of the bed to Pansy, I notice she's gone. I'm alone in here, but I don't mind it anymore. I can at least look at my bruises and wounds without questions.

With a grunt, I stand up from the bed and walk over to a mirror hanging on the wall. I carefully pull my pajama top up to my breasts and reveal them along with my belly. Cussing at the big wound spreading from by bellybutton to between my breasts, I trace my finger through it. It hurts, but not as much as I thought it would. I don't remember how I got it, the corset must've scratched me as I was hanging on Draco's arm.

"Ouch, what was that?" Draco's morning voice echoes in my mind as I press my finger a bit harder into the scratch to see how deep it is.

Deep.

"Just a scratch," I mumble, "why, can you feel it?"

"If I want to,"

I dress into my typical school outfit and let my hair down from the hair band. My head hurts at the place where it was tightened.

"And..." I suck in my breath, "can you feel-" my fingers slowly stroke the skin on my neck, I trace them up to my ear, "this?"

I hear him let out a soft groan. It's the most attracting sound I've ever heard. "If I want to..."

Slowly, my fingers move lower and lower through my chest and one of them stops right on my left nipple. "Do you want to?"

"Like hell," he groans again, "but I'd rather do it myself, if you don't mind."

The corners of my mouth turn into a big smile.

"Oh, I don't. Not one bit."

The atmosphere in the Great hall is calmer than usual, it's nothing I didn't expect. Everyone's tired as they should be, these Halloween parties use to be long, until deep night. Most of the students are getting their daily dose of caffeine, some prefer tea. I can sense the smell of breakfast from meters as I walk into the hall.

I greet my friends all sitting at the Slytherin table and sit on a free place next to Theo. Zion is across from me, staring into his empty plate. It doesn't look like any food has been there.

"Are you okay?" I ask him and take a small cup of espresso from the middle of the table.

He lazily raises his eyes to me and scoffs. "Are you?"

I shrug my shoulders and try to analyze how I feel. I knew my head would hurt in the morning the moment I fell asleep for a few hours, and I wasn't wrong. But beside that, I don't feel any sort of physical pain.

I'm trying not to think about last night, I try to keep my thoughts away because I know as soon as my mind wanders there, that will be the end. I'd be constantly blaming myself and rethinking everything I could've done differently. I don't want to let that happen. Not yet. It will come naturally one day. Maybe tomorrow.