Draco's Obsession

Regret or Pride

Draco's POV:

The honest truth was... Draco had no idea what came over him tonight. He had threatened another Slytherin, invited the enemy to sit with him and his clique, and protected someone who hated him.

He did all of this for Hermione Granger?

Am I going mad?

He had to be.

When he finally made it back to his room, he tried his hardest to separate himself from the reality of tonight. Blaise was right, he was truly off the wagon.

A knock sounded on the door and Draco opened it to see Blaise walk in without an invitation.

"Did you really threaten Tracey Davis?" He questioned.

Here we go.

Draco slammed his door and made his way over to the bar. He poured himself some bourbon and relaxed in a leather sofa chair near the floor to ceiling length glass window. The rain was coming down hard now.

A storm was brewing in the dark night.

"So what if I did? You ask as if you're surprised," he replied after taking a sip.

"Surprised? No, that's not surprising. What's surprising is the why."

"I don't follow."

Don't ask me.

"What is going on with you and that Muggle?"

His question took him aback, but it was his reference to Hermione that sparked an anger within him. He'd always referred to her as a Muggle, because that is what she is.

A Muggle.

But coming from Blaise's mouth was infuriating, and he didn't know why.

"Why would you think there was something going on between Granger and I? We come from two different worlds. Worlds in which should not integrate with one another."

At least that was what he was trying to convince himself.

Blaise only shrugged his shoulders and perched himself on the back of the leather sofa near the burning fireplace. "Whispers can be heard in our dormitory, Malfoy. You wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression."

"Funny you'd think I give a shit."

Blaise huffed a laugh. "I know you don't give a shit."

Malfoy watched his friend closely. He wanted to ask him a question, but knew that Blaise didn't want to tread too close to the fire.

"And where'd you run off too?" Malfoy asked, changing the subject.

Blaise smiled to himself. "I was just getting myself... pleasured."

Draco knew exactly what he was talking about. His dick was throbbing in response, hoping for its own release and... pleasure.

"Could you be anymore conspicuous?"