Professor Malfoy

59 | hot cocoa

Chapter 59
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I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do not want to wake up and see Draco just yet. I know he's leaving this morning and the sooner I open my eyes, the sooner he'll disappear.

I can't stand him leaving me. It's true my mental health has gotten much better since I moved into his office, but I still don't trust myself that I won't fall into the same darkness as I did a month ago. That was my lowest point and I have no intention to go there again. Ever.

I'm already awake, only my eyes remain closed. I feel Draco's body warming me, pressing against mine into a little spoon. His hands are wrapped around my torso, I lean even closer to him so that my ass bumps into his lap. The morning hardness is kicking in and I smile for myself.

A chilly morning wind blows into the room through an opened window that I forgot to close yesterday evening and brushes against my fresh rose cheeks just as I pull the blanket over my shoulders. It's especially cold today and when I look outside the windows, I can't see anything but pure white, which means it's snowing.

When Draco's breathing suddenly changes from irregular to more slow and calm, I know he's awake. Or getting there. I don't say anything yet, though. His grip tightens on my waist and pulls me closer toward him...if that's even possible.

"Hello,"

His voice echoes in my ears, the way he says my name makes my skin tremble, thousands of goosebumps appear on my arms and thighs. I instantly smile and open my eyes.

"Good morning."

Draco breathes in and as he exhales the air out, it tingles my neck. "Did you sleep good?"

His mouth is inches from my ear and I wish it was closer.

"With you? Always."

I mumble. "Any interesting dreams?" He asks me. I push away from him and roll on my back to make more space for his hand that's already traveling toward my inner thigh. My legs spread, one falling on him.

Then I remember his question. Dreams? No. I don't remember any. I mean, I probably did dream, but it wasn't that important or weird to remember. Actually, I don't think I remember having any dreams since I moved here.

Which makes me wonder why. But after all, no dreams are better than the bad ones. And I had enough of those.

I shake my head, but don't say anything as my breath gets heavier - Draco's cold hand appears little too up my thigh.

"You don't dream?" Again, another question.

"No," I shake my head, "not in here."

His hand suddenly stops moving and I force my head to look up at him with pouty eyes, demanding more of his touch. I find him staring into the kitchen that's in front of the living area where we sleep.

"Hmm..." he thinks aloud, "it must be the Dreamless potion. It's diffused in here..."

Dreamless potion? I've never heard of that one. It's not mentioned in the books or anywhere. Guess being a Potions professor has its perks.

"Why is that?"

He looks back at me, his face saddens. "You know why."

It hits me. I remember the antidepressant pills in his bathroom back at home. Past still haunts him. Even in the sleep.

I feel stupid. "Right..."

"But let's not talk about that right now. I'm leaving in-"

I quickly put my hand over his mouth, "shhh... Don't say it."