entanglements | d.m.

32.scavenge

December '98 | H I M

Green tea. Toast. Eggs.

That's what her lips touch every morning.

The lips he tasted. The lips that had some leftover spearmint on them from the toothpaste she used beforehand.

But this morning, she is switching it up by putting a sausage on her plate. When she pokes it with her fork, he subconsciously licks his lips and when her own wrap around it, he can feel his dick twitch in his school trousers.

I'm disgusting.

Worse, when his eyes travel up, he finds her staring back at him. And while she chews that piece of meat to mush, she gives him her middle finger while rolling her eyes over to whatever Malone is saying.

If he knew what embarrassment was, Draco would feel it. Probably. He's intruiged at best, his own food forgotten in favor of staring like the creep he's long resigned to being.

Two kisses. That's what he got.

Two kisses that have his heart flutter still after a whole week has passed. And there wasn't even tongue at play.

Two kisses and that's it.

It's sure to say that he'll keep his dick in his pants, his hands to himself and mouth far away from Devyn. The night on a sofa in the common room has been most humbling.

He grew up privileged. Even in his worst days, at the end he found himself in a cloud of a bed that smelt like fresh linen. Not sweat and... other things. He swears there is still a kink in his neck, whenever he turns it too far to the right.

But just because he stays away, like Devyn specifically asked him to this time, doesn't mean it's an easy feat.

He is constantly battling himself. He owes it to her, staying away. She was right by calling him out for being an indecisive prick.

Thing is, he knows what he wants.

It is her, in every sense possible.

But real life is a question of can. And his actions unfortunately translate to something ill-minded.

While that is a perfectly sound reason to stay the hell away, he loves to get a rise out of her too much, and said rise is her attraction to him.

That's right. She was a damn good actress, but she wants him, wether she is ready to admit it to herself yet or not.

If Malone is the only guy she slept with, which, let's pretend he is, then the experience was miserable at best, and fucking hell, he can give her the time of her life. It's been a while, but he can pick up quickly—

The familiar sting of a slap meets his cheek.

"You are pathetic."

"I'm just looking." He hasn't mentioned anything about the kiss, because frankly, he doesn't feel like being judged.

It happened.

He doesn't regret it.

And that makes it so problematic.

"If there was a visual option for your thoughts," Blaise says, "I wouldn't look at it from a mile away."

"That'd be a great invention," Draco muses, smiling as he looks around the group. It is then that he notices the firm line between the brows of his friend.

"What's wrong?" Draco asks. "Pans?"

Her eyes lift from the letter in her hand, the fork with a bite of food she meant to eat suspended in air. Fear fills her eyes. "I'm allowed a visit in Azakaban."