entanglements | d.m.

03.sorries

September '98 | H I M

"Are you going for the seeds or what?"

Draco is guessing Blaise means him but he is too busy munching on his apple. He's always with her. She's always with him. Wherever she is, he is.

His hand is suddenly empty, Blaise having harshly taken the poor remains of the apple before throwing it into a shrub nearby.

"Stop glaring, mate," he chastises gruffly. "You're making yourself look desperate."

"I'm not desperate."

"I said look like it," he corrects, ill-tempered. "However, you insisted we take this spot and now continue to fucking glare at her."

Draco rips his eyes away, squinting his eyes not just because of the sun. Asshole.

He never liked it but this fall, it seems like Wood and Malone have grown that much closer. Attached at the fucking hip, they are. Kiss here, kiss there. Wanna hold hands? No, let me piggy-back ride all the way to the courtyard. And I'll feed you grapes then. And we can lean ontop of one another and watch the clouds.

Draco is this close to march over there and put an end to it. To remind her that it is him she should put the energy into.

But then—then he is desperate beyond repair. And it's not like he deserves any sort of affection of hers either, or that he wants it.

The rules say so.

She is to marry him at one point or another, and she better look it in the eyes sooner than later.

"What is it with you and Devil anyway?"

Draco narrow his eyes at Theo who is unsuspectingly picking the grass blades between his legs. "Don't call her that."

"Idiot," Blaise backhands Theo's bicep, tutting. "You know how he gets."

"I get like nothing," Draco grits out. "Just don't call her that."

Blaise got a vicious glint in his eyes, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "It's his special name for her."

"Ah," Theodore falls for this bait like the crude idiot that he is. "It's what he screamed when he was deep inside her. Exploring the depths of hell, huh?"

The blood is rushing in Draco's body, his hand clenching to a fist to control himself. "I swear, if you don't shut your fucking mouth, I'll go for your neck and I won't make it pretty."

He knows no mercy when it comes to Wood, especially talking about her the way his friend does—meaning harm or not—blood will flow. He is midway into planning his torture methods when Theo chuckles, his palms weakly up in surrender.

Pushing buttons is his favourite past time, see how much he can get away with, and Wood is that big red one that has a DANGER written all over it. But even he recognizes that is not to be taken light-hearted.

Slowly, Draco allows his heartrate to go down to normal, taking subtle deep breaths.

"I never understood you two," Theo says once the air has leveled around them, his eyes darting to Wood across the courtyard.

Try being in Draco's skin then. He couldn't explain them with the entire dictionary splayed out before him.

Verbally, he doesn't give a response. Not a shrug, not a face, not a sound. Nothing.

"She's not pleased, is she?" Theo's grin is crooked.

Draco runs his thumb over the bite mark on his pointer finger. "So far, she's only violating me, so I'd say a hard no."