In love with the enemy

Episkey

My lungs burn as I try to keep up with Draco's fast pace, my small legs feel like they're being pulled apart. "Keep up Granger" he commanded as he pulls my hand closer toward him. McGonnagall can't catch up with us can she? She's probably almost 100 years old anyway. I want to glance back to make sure we're not being followed but who knows if I'll trip over or not. We reach the far side of the castle, surrounded by trees and bushes, and spotting them, Malfoy yanks my arm painfully towards them. We're in so much trouble. I bend over, my hands resting on my thighs, breathing heavily. He mirrors my actions and straightens up and smiles. What? Why is he smiling? "You do know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught, right ?" I snap. Malfoys smile deepens showing off dimples in his pale cheeks. "I'm head girl for Merlin's sake". He laughs for a second then his face falls and looks serious.

Pulling his wand out he sits me down on one of the boulders that are scattered nearby. "Episkey" he mutters under his breath, but I hear it. It's so quiet out here. My head throbs with pain and I hiss. "Sorry". Malfoy goes on, mumbling quietly, healing me as he goes. He sits on a small jagged rock opposite me and takes both of my hands into one of his while he points his wand at them. I yank my hands roughly out of his grasp. "Leave it". He tilts his head questioningly but moves his hand to my chin. Forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Why don't you want me to heal you ?" He asks gently.

"I'd rather heal like a muggle and wear the marks to show what a bitch she is" I hiss through gritted teeth. He tries to suppress a smile. "You always act like you agree with me when I make rude remarks about Pansy. Aren't you supposed to defend her ? Being her boyfriend and all?". His smile falters. "Why should I have to defend her. It's not her I love is it?". Love ? Who said anything about love ? "Then who do you love, if not Parkinson?". Malloy chuckles and leans his face towards me. His warm breath skimming my ear as he answers..."Myself...obviously". Arrogant bastard. "You're not exactly the most modest person, are you?"

Blinking at my blurry vision, I shake my head as if it'll help. I've already had a fight with Parkinson and now I've skived another lesson. I'm setting such a bad example for the younger students. I wonder how she looks after right now. I know I shouldn't but I giggle. "What?" Malfoy asks composing himself. "I was um...I-I was er wondering how Pansy looks right now" I say slowly, expecting him to bollock me off. But he smiles. A bright smile breaks out on his face and he lets out a loud belly laugh, his nose scrunching up and his eyes squinting. My face doesn't listen to me and grins too, letting out my small giggles. "Oh wow. I imagine she looks even more terrible than usual. But... she got nothing she didn't deserve" he laughs.

"Aren't you mad at me for beating up your girlfriend? For the second time" and his smile drops slightly. "She got what was coming, she's been horrible to you for years" he shrugs. So was he, does that mean he deserves that too? Suppose he has actually changed, that doesn't excuse his behaviour in the past. Nothing does. Nothing ever will. "Well what about you, eh? You tormented me for years. The things you said. The names you called me. The threats you made against me. You were the worst!" I shout. He places his hand over my mouth but I jerk my head backwards and turn to go before I slap him.

My foot catches on the rocky terrain, the laces of my shoe catch and trip me up and my arms flail as I fall face first into the corner of one of the boulders. I can taste the pain it brings and my face contorts and I cry out. "My Merlin Granger why in the hell are you so clumsy ?" Malfoy mumbles exasperatedly, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me to my feet. Blurring yet again, my vision makes me see doubles of Malfoy as he furrows his eyebrows.

"You clutz". My head is spinning and throbbing. I don't want to go to Madame Pomfrey but I don't want to stay out here, alone, with Malfoy either. There's not much I can do seeing as I can't even stand, my legs having buckled under me I'm being held up against Malfoy for support. His arms are still wrapped around me and I feel uncomfortable. Tingly even. Eager with anticipation to get away from him and j can feel a lump forming in my throat. But by the time I try to think straight I feel the all too familiar scratching sensation of magic on my chin. The faint trickling of blood down my chin staggers gently and comes to a stop.

I must look a mess. Mussed up hair, bruised eye, scabbed chin, bleeding knuckles, split lip. Merlin I probably look as bad as I did during the war. Drooping, my eyes fall closed for a second, but somehow when I open them I'm in my bedroom. Wait. It's not my room. I bolt up into a sitting position and glance at my wristwatch. It's 1:34. What the hell happened to me for four hours ?

The door opens to reveal a yawning Malfoy, his tie hangs loosely around his neck, his shirt is untucked and his long shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. My stomach turns. Why am I feeling like this ? It's Malfoy for goodness sake. Ron is my boyfriend. I shouldn't be feeling this way about another man. Never mind Malfoy! He saunters slowly over to the bed and sits opposite me, less than a foot away and places his hand on my cheek. Drawing my face towards his, he holds my head steady and in place and tilts his face ever so slightly and his eyes close infinitesimally.