Project 137.43.M.D.

XXVII. | NON LIQUET

XXVII.
NON LIQUET
(it is not clear)

Draco laid on his bed with his legs stretched out and stared at the ceiling.

It had probably been the stupidest thing he could have done, and yet he just hadn't been able to resist the situation.

Granger wanted him, he was sure of that now. He hadn't let her beg as much as he had originally planned to and that annoyed him, but it had become very clear that he didn't leave her cold at all. The only question was, why the hell was that?

Did Granger feel something for him? Draco grimaced. It was a possibility, but seemed quite a stretch - even for a witch with a strong helper complex. Or was it just the thrill? After all, Granger was his guardian and he was her forbidden fruit.

Soon, he surrendered. He would probably never understand what had gotten into her, and unfortunately she had kept her secrets to herself when he had voiced his suspicions in the club's restroom.

Sighing, he rolled onto his side and tentatively closed his eyes. He was actually dead tired and it was already dawning outside, but sleep just wouldn't come. Again, images of a visibly aroused Granger danced through Draco's mind. How he had pressed her against the wall of the cabin. How her head had lolled back, her lips had parted. How her body had trembled as he had touched her.

Dragon shite. He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. There was obviously no point in torturing himself any further. He wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't find some relief as well.

It had surprised Draco how steadfast he had remained, even though his erection had been almost painful when he had touched Granger. It had bordered on masochism, but he hadn't wanted to humiliate himself by becoming weak again, so he had pulled himself together. She, on the other hand, must have been embarrassed after his departure and that was exactly what he had wanted to achieve.

After exiting the women's restroom, Draco had immediately gone to the men's restroom next door and spent a few minutes taking deep breaths and cooling off. When he had been ready to leave the restroom without having written all over his face what had just happened, he had actually intended to go straight home. Unfortunately, an unnoticed disappearance hadn't been granted to him.

Vivian had spotted him and almost begged him to take her with him. Which he had finally done, only to realize in the hallway of his apartment that he didn't want her at all. Then, without hesitation, he had thrown her out again. She had been offended and he'd had to whisper to her that he was sorry and that it just went a little too fast for his liking. She had obviously swallowed it, but he'd had to promise her that he would get back to her.

"Never in a million years," Draco murmured now, reflecting on the situation from a few hours ago.

He was sure that a night with Vivian would not have satisfied him, even if he had indeed toyed with the idea. But he had the strong suspicion that Vivian would have been a disappointment after what had happened with Granger. So he was glad that he had made that decision the way he had, even if he now had to solve his problem differently.

Mildly annoyed, Draco turned on the hot water and undressed in front of the shower cabin. When he finally stood under the hot spray, he sighed and tilted his head back. He didn't even have to get himself in the mood. The images of Granger immediately returned and he groaned softly. Then he lowered his hand and resigned himself to his fate.

***

Draco leaned against a lamppost in the shade of an elm tree cast by the evening sun and intently watched the house across the street.