Professor Malfoy

63 | body to body

Chapter 63
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Draco doesn't wait any second. Before I can say anything, his wand is already in his hand, stretched toward Theo.

"Obliviate." He murmurs under his nose, the words come out with shaky voice. He's scared. We both are. If the spell somehow fails...I can't even imagine what would happen then.

But the magic works and Draco disappears as quickly as he came, leaving me alone with Theo who has no idea what he just saw. He's still standing in the door, all confused as he's looking around himself.

I'm only realizing now that I stopped breathing. My chest hurts. My mouth is gasped open.

Then, his eyes land on me and the big, kind face he does makes my heart break for the millionth time. Guilty and sick to my stomach, I fake a smile and quickly brush through my hair to tame it down a little from the making out.

"I-" he opens his mouth to say something, then looks confused even more, "I don't know why I came here,"

"I'm trying to sleep." I say, trying to hide my shaking hands under a blanket.

His face softens, "are you okay?"

I notice he's changed into a pair of grey pajama bottoms and a black hoodie. He doesn't usually sleep in hoodies and sweaters, so I guess the room Zion gave him isn't warmed up at all. It doesn't surprise me - the house is way too big to heat each room in it. When me and Theo were together, I remember having to have the windows opened at all times because he gets warm quickly.

"I'm fine," I almost whisper, afraid my shaky voice is too obvious.

"Right, I just wanted to check on you," he says and starts closing the door, "good night."

And once again, I'm alone left with my guilt eating me alive.

I turn off all the lights and throw myself into the big pillows, hoping to get at least some sleep. But it isn't coming. Even after an hour of forcing my eyes to stay closed. I have his face in front of me with the disappointment and the heart-breaking. I can't stop thinking about it.

Screw everyone else, but Theo can't know. I truly don't know why it matters to me so much. I wish it didn't.

After countless hours of rolling from one side of bed to another, I call Draco's name through our minds.

"Lou," he answers immediately, which clearly tells me he hasn't been able to fall asleep as well.

"Hey..."

"Can't sleep?"

"No." I sigh.

"Me neither."

I wish we could be together right now. I wish he could hold me in his arms and tell me stupid likes, that everything is okay. It's not. We were reckless, making out in Zion's house with plenty people inside like two lovebirds. What were we thinking? We didn't even bother to lock the damn door.

We both remain silent for a while, I'm just holding the necklace he gave me in my hand and staring at the dark ceiling above me.

"It's not your fault. I hope you know that."

I let out a sarcastic scoff, "who's, then?"

"No one's."

"It's entirely my fault! All this-" I pause.

It's gotten into me, the anger that I've been waiting for. I feel it all over my body, I'm mad and furious at no one other than myself.

"This what?" He breaks the silence.