decadence.

Yearning

Nyx hadn't been to her Defense Against The Dark Arts class since the dream. Nearly two weeks ago. Well- twelve days. Her grade would suffer terribly, but she didn't care. She was scared of her teacher, scared of what he could do. He had already put himself into her dreams, already made himself known, even in her subconsciousness. Or so she had thought that's what he did. She would never let herself think that she would dream of her Professor out of pure lust, she had to blame him for it. 

But she began to realise it was time for her to enter his classroom, to finally begin attending his class once more. 

On what would've been her thirteenth day of absence, she was standing in front of her mirror in the bathroom she and Iris shared. She looked at herself, looked at her the way a man would. She traced her cheeks, her lips, her breasts, and her thighs just under her skirt. From a young age, she was taught to present herself for men. 

Her family was respected, and she was meant to marry a pureblood. From the start, she knew she would have to marry a handsome, rich pureblood. And if she didn't have a perfect suitor by nineteen, there would be an arrangement made. So she did what she did every morning. She pinched the skin of her stomach in between her fingers, cursed at her touching thighs, studied her cleavage, and applied her makeup. 

It was nothing but routine. And she was okay with it. It didn't matter to her. Once she got a glance at the time on her watch, she let out a sigh. She would be late to his class. At this point, she debated not going. But go she did. She gathered her things into her satchel, and began to leave her dorm. She ascended down the stairs to the Ravenclaw tower, starting the long walk to the dungeons. 

A long wave of embarrassment crashed over her as she opened the door to his classroom. And of course, the entirety of the class looked at her, like some stupid cliché. The Professor seemed to be in the middle of yelling at them, the frightened looks on their faces and his ragged breathing were telltale signs of it. Before she could excuse herself to sit down, he targeted whatever rage he had with the class onto her. 

"Oh, it looks like someone decided to make an appearance. After about what, two weeks?" His words wouldn't of made her feel bad, but it was his tone. Everything that came out of his mouth felt like a razorblade gliding across her throat. She said nothing, but kept her eyes on his. He wasn't used to people not cowering in front of him, not giving into his words. So he practically threw himself across the room at Nyx, screaming at her about the amount of class she had missed. 

He came to a halt the second he saw the look in her eyes. Something inside of him, something deep deep down inside whatever caged up heart he had stopped him. The girl said nothing, just looking at her Professor. She was scared, but she wasn't going to show that. After looking at her for a handful of long, painful seconds, he turned and went to his desk. She took that as a sign of dismissal, and hurried to her seat next to Abraxas. 

He went to say something to her, but she immediately shook her head and got her books out. The Malfoy sighed but stayed silent, turning his attention to the front of the room. Nyx kept her head down for the rest of the lesson, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She knew she should've stayed in her dorm, tucked under her covers. 

The class felt painfully long. Half of the time, the Professor was just yelling. She tuned most of it out, going away to some place in her head. She did that often, just imagining herself somewhere else. But she was soon snapped out of her thoughts by a hand brushing against her knuckles. She glanced down, sighing as she linked her fingers with the Malfoy's.

It wasn't long after this that the class was dismissed. Abraxas went off to go see some of his other friends, and Nyx was left to tidy up their seats. She furrowed her brows as she felt a presence near her, and she glanced up. The Professor was standing over her, his black eyes burning on her. The girl took a startled step backwards, her chair bumping against her hip.

"May I speak with you, Miss Nott"  His voice was shallow, almost cold. He wasn't asking her, he was telling. It was more of a warning. Nyx just nodded, watching as the rest of her classmates filed out, their conversations floating behind them. She didn't want to hear him yelling again, so she decided she would just stay and listen. Once the room was empty, the man cleared his throat. Nyx continued to pick at her nails, her eyes not leaving the table separating the two. Yet she was first to break the silence. 

"You want to speak. So speak" Her words came out harsher than she meant them to, and instantly regretted it. Tom's expression flashed to anger, his brows began to knit together and his jaw started to clench. He hadn't been spoken to like that in a while, and he didn't like it. Once he sensed the warmth coming from the girls skin, his sneer began to fade.

She lifted her head up after the silence begun to get awkward, her gentle eyes meeting his. The brief moment in which their eyes were connected, there was a feeling of intense longing. A yearning feeling that crossed through the both of them. Before Nyx could put a name on that feeling, the door to the classroom slammed open. 

The pair tore their eyes off of each other, both glancing over at whoever had walked in. A hiss was beginning to slip out of Riddle's mouth, but it was cut short once Nyx began to pack her books and quills into her bag. 

"Malfoy, I already told you that there is nothing you can do to raise your suffering grade. You have too many- Miss Nott, this is not an excuse for you to leave the room" Nyx cursed to herself, throwing a pleading look at Abraxas. 

"The Headmaster asked me to bring Nyx to his office, Professor" The lie slid smoothly off of the Malfoy's tongue, his words leaving his mouth at the same time Nyx moved around her desk, her body now closer to her Professors. 

Tom's face twisted up in disgust, his body naturally recoiling from the girl. The man knew he was being lied to, yet he decided to just let it be and let the two leave. He waved one of his slender hands to the door, signaling to Nyx that she was allowed to leave the classroom. 

Nyx quickly grabbed her bag, brushing past Riddle to get to her friend. She hastily grabbed onto the wrist of Abraxas, dragging him out of the classroom and down the hallway. The pair went up to the Ravenclaw towers, hand in hand with the short conversation in the classroom out of both of their minds. 

On the walk, Nyx had learned two things. One, Abraxas was throwing a party. Two, she was invited. The girl never really went to parties, especially Slytherin ones. They were loud, hot, and packed with dry humping drunks. But it was the beginning of the year, and she knew Abraxas would want her to be there.

So she decided she would go to his party.