entanglements | d.m.

45.want&not

January '99 | H I M

"You give me a headache."

A headache.

He knows she said things, this one included, in the heat of the moment, but that stuck somehow. It stung to hear it and it's the one thing he keeps on repeating quietly to himself as he paces his bedroom.

She could and she will slip through his fingers. He can feel it and it plunges him in a mad panic.

Devyn is temporary. They are not forever.

She was never meant for him, but he... there will be no other person he could feel for like he does for Devyn. Not one person.

He could cry. He is crying, he realises, as a lone tear rolls down his cheek. He swats it away with an irritation directed at whatever plays into them not fucking working out!

Why does it have to be so difficult?

He'd been excited to enjoy this fucking evening with her, but she really couldn't get faster away from him.

He blows out a tense breath, growing irrational.

He felt an inkling of it the whole night. Emrys was just some fun teasing. That fucker never had a chance. But when the other Malone came to her rescue, like she needs bloody rescuing in the first place, and the prickiest of pricks tried to have a go, Draco couldn't help himself.

While that guy had been a bad example, be saw first hand how desirable Devyn is. That bloke wasn't the only one making eyes on her below the face. Draco saw what will await, what he'll have to witness from afar once this school year is over. Once this law has been abrogated—or even if not, once the five years are over, she'll be with someone else.

Because he doesn't make her happy. He gives her a headache. He infuriates her.

He tears at his hair until it hurts too much.

Well, she infuritates him, how about that?

Her always having to have the last word. Her needing to be so independant. Her not acknowledging that there is something. He feels it. When they're alone, the looks she gives.

She liked the kiss he gave her. Liked that he held her, came to her defence, put a claim on her, because he has a claim.

Not only because he spent time between her legs before they went into chaos, but because they have history. They have a connection. They have feelings, for fucksake. They're not gone!

She keeps golden snitches and he puts her bloody initials permanently on his skin. They spent the summer in bed because it hit them that hard.

That is why they fight. If it was apathy, this would look a lot cleaner. No, their entanglements are too deep and twisted to dissolve.

I could show her just how much she feels, he thinks while reaching one wall to the other, hands tightly clasped behind his neck. How much she wants to sink into me like I wants to sink into her.

That fucking skirt...

He could rip it right off her body—or better yet, fuck her in it. Rip those tights.

No! No no no.

Behave. That won't solve anything.

Draco stops dead in the room, gazing up at the ceiling, squeezing his neck. Taking a calming breath.

She really brings out the worst in him.

Going on with the pacing, he tries to convince himself that he should stay in his room. Some time apart will do you good, he tells himself. You can't run back to her after you made clear you would give her space.