Professor Malfoy

31 | day one

Chapter 31
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How many days does it take to completely miss a person?

I'm only asking because Draco's been gone for just one and I already feel sick to my stomach.
It was raining the whole Tuesday and I stayed most of the day in my room, laying under a mass of blankets and pillows. I'm freezing, but I don't have the energy to enchant a little flame that would warm me. I don't have energy to to anything, it's like he took it all with him as he left.

Even Potions was boring. He assigned us to do the Veritaserum that he'll grade when he comes back. At first, I gathered all the ingredients and imagined his constant commands on what to do and what to cut and smash. I enjoyed it. For a little while. Until I realized Pansy and Blaise were gossiping about me. I know they did - they were whispering something and giggling while looking at me from across the work table and every time I looked over at them, they turned their gazes away.

I tried to ignore it, but the fact that me and my best friend are distancing from ourselves made me sick. I didn't even do anything. It was a mistake and everyone knows that, they all do. So what aren't they talking to me? Even if the whole school knows what happened that Halloween night, nobody seems to give a shit about me.

Theo seems to be busy with something, or someone else, because he didn't even bother to show up on the Potions class. Not only him, but many more students. Snape didn't send any other teacher to watch over us. We were practically doing this voluntarily.

The only time I actually felt something today was when I cut my finger while chopping some raisins. I cussed under my nose and tried to suck the blood out of the opened wound. I accidentally dropped some of the blood into the cauldron with my potion and that's when I knew I messed it up already.

"Everything okay?" Draco asked me through our minds.

"Yes," no.

"Did you cut yourself?"

I didn't reply because I didn't want him to worry over nothing. Sometime he tends to do that.

"Put some alcohol and bandages on it,
they're in the-"

"It's not that bad..." I mumbled and chopped the last goddamned raisin. I didn't even know why I was trying anymore, the potion is ruined by my blood.

"So stubborn."

After lessons, I headed straight into my bed and stayed there until now. No one cared to check up on me the whole day. I don't even remember speaking to anyone besides Draco.

I thought about coming down to the common room to socialize a bit, but I erased that thought from my mind as quickly as it came.

I waited for Pansy to come and sleep in our room, I waited for three hours until deep midnight. I didn't text her, I didn't call her, I wanted to see if she'd come on her own.

She didn't.

So I turned off all the lights and closed my eyes.

"How was your day?" I ask Draco, because I long for some talking.

It takes him one whole minute to answer. For a moment, I thought he wouldn't.

"Busy, but I'm not done yet,"

"It's midnight," I remind him.

"I work the best at night," he says with a smile on his face, I feel it, "it's always so-"

"Calm, I know," Another long pause.

"How was yours?"

"Did you know you have a little mark on your chest?" I pull my pajama top all the way up to reveal by naked chest, "right here in the middle-" I whisper and tap in between my breasts.

"Actually, I didn't..." he pauses, "but I know you have one,"

"I have lots of them,"

"No, that one's on a special place," he says with mysterious voice.

"Really? Where?"

"Want me to show you?"

"Yes,"  I answer, smiling.

I suck in my breath and wait for what's about to happen and where on my body. A long minute passes and still, I don't feel anything.

"Dra-" I try to call his name, but then I finally feel it, "oh..."

He's been unbuttoning his pants, I realize. I feel a tingling and vibrating sensation on my lower abdomen, lower than my belly button, but higher than my lady parts. Somewhere between, I feel his touch. I suck in my breath.

"Can you feel it?" He asks me.

"Yes," I let out of my mind when I feel him right there.

My toes curl and my back arches just with his touch. I feel his hand slowly slide bit lower.

"Do you really feel it?"

The hell I do. "Mhmm,"

If he only went a little bit lower...

"I'm dying to see you," he mumbles, "and it's only been a day,"

"Tell me about it,"

"You didn't have a great day. Something happened?"

I shake my head even though he can't see me.

"Mh-mh, no."

I feel his touch on my neck. He strokes my skin gently and it tingles me for a bit.

"Fuck, I have to go-"

"What, so soon?" I ask him, full of disappointment, but there's no one on the other side. Someone must've interrupted him or something. We've only been talking for a few minutes. I let out a disappointing sigh and pull the blanket over my shoulders, even though my body is warm.

After all, this day wasn't that bad. If we talk every day, the two weeks might go fast.

I hope. I can only hope.