limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter three

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He had us stacking shelves—lots of jars on shelves. I was put in charge of counting, while the other two did all the labour. I was sure that Draco would be doing this for extra credit. He was probably getting some stuck-up, rich highs from this. Blaise kept his eyes on me with a hungry glare. One I couldn't shake off; not even when I left the room, his eyes followed me.

"Could you pass me the frogs?" Blaise piped up; he stood over my desk and could obviously reach.

I smiled nicely and said, "Yeah, no problem."

I'm too nice for my own good. Blaise leant in closer to the desk, inching closer. I furrowed my eyebrows, reaching back for the box. What a weirdo! I thought he was attractive, but really, his breath smelled like burnt coffee and cigars. Not the best mixture. My lips formed a flat line, shoving the box towards him.

"Thanks, doll," He winked and shuffled back to the shelves. Draco stuck out his foot and tripped him up, making himself laugh.

I hid the laugh with a cough, but the smirk on my face was evident. Draco Malfoy noticed, and he flicked his eyes over to me. Raised his eyebrows and then kinked his neck.

"Aurora right?" He shot, picking up another jar of what looked like tongues.

I gave a nod and spoke the first words, "That's me, Draco Malfoy, I suppose?"

"You suppose you don't know who I am?"  He said he was slightly offended—well, not slightly, very.

Blaise hit his friend's arm and said, "Not every girl wants your dick."

Draco scoffed and leant up against the ladder, which looked about 110 years old.  I should have known, from the rise of bile in my stomach, that he was bad news. The way his hands fell loosely into his pockets From his smug face and his womanising smirk.

Draco was bad news.

Way worse than the news of your favourite show ending. Or going home to find you've left the keys in the car. No, Draco was black; he was an ugly sludge of black. One that once stuck to you like a parasite never left.

And I was infected.

"Shove off. Do you do this often? Come in here in the afternoons."Draco interrogated me, as I had just committed an act of crime.

I stood from my seat, bending to count more jars. "Yes."

This whole conversation was pointless; he was probably trying to come up with a stupid joke. But he frowned and cocked his head to the side. He was analysing me like a book, his eyes lingering for a long moment. Draco huffed and ruffled his bleached hair.

"You don't talk much, do you? Aurora?" He pestered me, coming closer to me, each step like a glide. He looked like an angel—one from the gates of hell. It's so enticing that you can't help yourself; I couldn't help myself.

I shook my head, picking up my things. "Not to people like you."

I got his attention; his head turned, and his eyes grew a shade darker. Draco clenched his jaw and had made a comment that really got under his skin. I half smiled at him before scribbling down my final numbers.

There was something wrong—something terribly wrong. Draco stood in front of the doorway. His hand rested on the frame. I gazed across the room. Blaise had a comfortable smile on his face. He seemed fine and completely okay with this intimidation act.

My voice was the first to break the silence: "Okay, I'm finished. Thanks for the help."

I strutted to the door, but he still stood blocking it. At first, I just rolled my eyes, trying to step forward again. He stepped forward too, blocking my foot with his own. My hand fell down to my wand. I was a lot braver than I thought.

"Tut tut, Aurora, you're forgetting something," Draco teased, winking at Blaise, who only took a moment to be behind me.

"And what would it be, Malfoy?" I forced a happy tone; he seemed to be getting more aggravated just by the sound of my voice.

"An apology."

He wishes for an apology.

"I apologise."

I gave him an apology.

He lets me go, stepping aside. It was that simple; I'd have known it was that simple to please him. I would have liked him better for the past four years. As I walked out into the cold of the corridor, I could hear a whisper.

"What was that?" Blaise groaned, and the tapping on his foot echoed.

Draco scoffed. He turned his head out into the corridor and said, "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Aurora."

I shuttered at the sound of his voice saying my name. There was no response from my lips. Just keep walking, I told myself. If I walked away, he couldn't get his satisfaction. But this lured him in more. I was a game to him now, a rabbit to the hunter—something he wished to devour and make his own.

Did I know that?

No.