entanglements | d.m.

31.impulsions

December '98 | H I M

"I'm feeling really stupid right now," Draco says, pacing the area where his friends sit in the Defence tower. "Like really fucking stupid, mate."

What Draco has learned in the last hour is that Devyn is a free agent. She is with no one. Not Emrys the idiot. Not with that Noah guy. Fuck whoever he is. He might not even exist.

Devyn is a free fucking agent, and somehow, with all the stipulations before, that clicks in his brain like a go ahead. Like there is no restraint anymore to put his reckless thoughts into action.

His bones basically vibrate with a longing to get her and get her good.

A palm connects with his cheek, the sound of the slap travelling through the tower. A few heads turn to find the source but Draco is locked in on Blaise, his vision blurry.

Does he have to hit so hard?

Draco says to him, "You're on high alert, you hear me?" Because as much as this hurt, the slap did nothing.

"Imagine you kiss her," Blaise prompts with perfect amount of sternness and an underlying tone of accusation. Judgement. "What then?"

Why does it sound like a dare?

Would she push me away? Or give in? Crumble just like I do when I just think of being with her?

God, I'm losing my mind.

"I don't know."

"Has she shown any interest?" His friend presses.

"No." But the shower. She looked.

Because who wouldn't, the resonable voice says. You've taken her by surprise. But she kept her cool. She didn't engage anything, like she never does.

"Then you keep your fucking hands from her."

Draco glares, first off for the order. Then because it's easier said than done. If he hadn't stepped away earlier at the library, he would have done so much damage.

And now he feels all his ends loosened and going with the flow.

"I say go for it."

For that, Theo gets slapped.

And he slaps Blaise back.

Draco stops the hand Blaise shoots out to slap Theo in retaliation.

"You have nothing to say," Blaise tells Theo. "You have kissed Pavarti and she rejected you because you're a slut."

"I don't regret the kiss." Their friend grins. "I never regret the kiss."

"Maybe that is your problem," Blaise claps back, turning to Draco. "And your problem is your past and her future and you do not want those two things to entangle, do you?"

Not the version of himself of three months ago. Not even three hours ago. He made jokes because that is easier than the heaviness pushing down on him the longer he spends time with her at a distance. However, he didn't mean to put the jokes into action.