BAD INTENTION - [D.M.]

Eleven

Aliya's POV
Hogwarts - January 1997

I lower myself on the seat. I have History of Magic now. If Draco shows up it's the first time I see him after our night together. He probably won't talk to me. He opened up and I just got up and run off like a little girl who saw a spider. I am a little bit ashamed of that exit, but I feel like it's understandable. I watch him as he enters the room with Blaise. The Professor enters right behind them. "Morning class, today we will do something fun! I got here a checklist and you all will split up into teams to try to solve these riddles by walking around the castle. Don't be fooled, they are difficult! It's a great revision of the stuff we did last semester." That sound actually pretty fun. Daphne and I nod at each other. We want to team up. "I already made the teams," says the Professors and everyone groans, "Is anyone sick today?"
"Ron Weasley," says Hermione Granger from the front row.
"Hannah Abbott," says another female voice.
"These two? Let's see, okay, that fits perfectly! Mr. Malfoy, you will team up with Ms. Baker then. Everyone else, come to the front and get your paper and find your partner." I lean back in my seat. It's my chance though. We gotta talk during this.
"So sorry for you," whispers Daphne as she gets up. I watch Draco, Blaise is talking to him. I wonder if Draco told anyone what happened. He probably didn't. Well, I hope he didn't. I believe he won't get up first and talk to me, so it's my turn to make the first move.
"Hey," I mumble to him. I stand there so lost. He looks up at me, his arms are crossed, he raises an eyebrow and just nods. Okay, that was weird. I walk to the front and grab our papers. "Here," I hand him his as he follows me out of the room.
"We could also just go to our dorms and sleep, the Professor wouldn't care," he suggests and leans against the wall next to the door as he reads through the riddles. The offer is amazing, but I gotta talk to him though, I can't sleep now.
"No, this will be fun," I say and wait for his reaction. He rolls his eyes. How rude.
"This is ridiculous."
"I don't care what you think, we will do it now," I command and start walking, I don't know where to, but he groans and follows.

"I bet this is wrong," he mutters under his breath. We just reached the top of the Astronomy tower. I hoped we would find an answer here, but I think he is right. I take out the paper again and read through the riddles. God, I hate them. They are so stupid. "Remember how you wanted to kill me up here?" He asks.
"I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted my wand back," I defend myself. He remains quiet and grabs the railing. I follow his gaze and stare at the sunrise which is almost finished. "I wanted to apologize," I whisper.
"For what?"
"That I just left." I stand next to him now.
"We made a mistake, we both did. No need for apologies. We agreed to never talk again." He moves away back to the staircase.
"You really think we can do that?" I step down the stairs after him. "Pretending nothing happened," I say.
"You don't?" He asks. I am a bit disappointed by his answer. I mean, I would say something teasing back, but in this situation, I need him to fall for me. Hard.
"No," I whisper. He stops on the stairs and turns to me. "I don't think so." I take one more step down. We are now at one eye level.
"I do," he mumbles.
"Draco," I pause and ask myself if I really want this, but I convince myself that it's for my mother, "I don't see us as friends, nor as enemies. We could never be just friends and you know that." I bring my palm up to his face.
"Aliya stop, we can't do this," he says.
"Why not?" He takes my hand from his face and turns around to keep walking. "Draco, tell me. I know you want me."
"I hate that you're right!" He yells and stops again. "First, we tell each other everything. Then we agree to never talk again. Then we have sex, I tell you something personal without the force of Veritaserum and then you just run away! Why did you run away?"
"I thought you didn't care," I tell him.
"You really believed that?" He scoffs and chuckles.
"I am sorry, I was overwhelmed, I know it's a bad apology, but it's the truth," I lie.
"I bet you wouldn't say that on Veritaserum," he sighs. He is right, but he can't know that. I move close to him. "Aliya, don't do that to me."
"Draco, please," I whisper and now there are just inches between us. Again. I don't know if I do this for myself or my mother. I stand here, staring into his blue-grey eyes, and ask myself if this maybe is for myself. I enjoy his company. What if I am falling for him? I need to focus, I am doing this for answers. For my mother. I want revenge on Mr. Malfoy if he did this. "You know I want you too."
"I hate you, Aliya Baker," he mutters under his breath before his lips touch mine again. It's not a gentle kiss. It's filled with lust. Desire. His hands grab my ass and he slightly lifts me up. He turns around to set me on the ground with my feet. He pulls away and walks out the door. I am confused, what's going on? I thought we were having a great time. "Are you coming?" He says and peaks his head through the door again.
I hurry after him, "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere private." I rush to keep up with him, I want to take his hand, but he pulls away.
"Hey!" I protest. I need this boy to be wrapped around my fingers, but I feel like this could be harder than I thought.
"We are not a stupid couple, Aliya." Okay, guess my plan is failing.
"Not yet," I joke. He opens a door and pushes me inside. He locks it behind him and starts to unbutton his shirt.
"Never." He wants to pull me close to him, but I back up.
"What? Am I your new Pansy now?"
"If that's what you want to call it," he scoffs. "I prefer secret lovers."
"That's what you told Pansy in the beginning?"
"I told her nothing like this, she was just my sex toy. Get that in your head, Aliya."

We return to class. I did my best to fix my hair so I don't look completely fucked. "And? How was it?" Asks Daphne.
"Horrible," I groan loud enough for Draco to hear it.
"Really? I saw you walking through a corridor once and you were laughing," points Daphne out.
I shrug. "Don't know what you're talking about." I turn away from her to hide a smirk, Draco looks at me and it makes me even smile harder. I tell myself once again, I am doing this for answers and not for pleasure.

I fall on my bed, it's almost midnight and I just finished homework. I just want to sleep.
"Aliya, wake up," someone jolts me awake. My eyes flutter open, I am sitting in my old dorm in America. "Your mother went missing."
"What?"
"You gotta get home," says the principal.
Dad stands in front of my dorm, he looks petrified.
"Dad, what happened?" I whisper as we hurry out of the school. He doesn't answer me till we exit.
"Someone took her," he finally says.
"Who?"
He shrugs, "I don't know. She went to work this morning, but never arrived there."
I jump up. My hands are sweaty. This feels like a Déjà Vu because that's how it happened. After we discussed where she could be, we went home. There he waited, the killer. I take a deep breath. Is it really possible that Draco's father send this man? Draco mentioned he knows everything about everyone who was involved in the case that brought him into Azkaban, but dad claims he was never a part of this. I touch the ring on my necklace. Fuck, I feel already better. I can't fall for the son of my mother's killer. I can not let this happen. What do I do now? I try to fall asleep, but I simply can't. My mind is racing. What if Draco's father isn't the one who killed my mother? Maybe it's all a coincidence. I hope it is, even though I want him to be it because then I would finally have my answers. My mind makes me mad sometimes, I need a distraction. I look at the clock, it's 1 am. I only know one person who would let me in now. I know, it's stupid. I shouldn't go there, but something about him is drawing. I throw a big hoodie on and sneak out.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers and pulls me inside. He checks if someone saw us.
"Felt alone," I whisper.
"Don't do this to me, Aliya," he mutters. I slide my hands up his bare chest. I end up in his hair and pull him down to me. Our lips meet again. "Fuck," he whispers between the kisses.
"You won't make me feel alone? Right?"
"Never," he answers. He wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to his bed. Fuck, he is so handsome. I just need him to fall for me, I need to do this for my mother.