ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 15

Light bothered him as it seeped through the bed curtains. His hand running instantly to cover his closed eyes. He wanted to stay there, he had been having a rather good dream. It was all blurry now that he had opened his eyes, but he recalled it was good.

A deep breath accompanied as he sat up, he was much calmer than the first time he had imagined the brunette in his sleep. Maybe because now he knew better than to try and control his mind. It runs loose when it wants to.

So he just went about his day, showering with an easy pleased smile he did not notice in his face. It was Sunday now, just one short day before having to go to class again.

He settled for a training session, not having practised quidditch that whole week. Pulling his sports uniform, the team had many. Three exactly, one for official matches, those that defined the quidditch cup. Slytherin green with the last name and number of each one, a light cape to fly behind them, create some dramatics to the flying.

Then one for amicals, when they felt like humiliating some other team just because. Much less showy but still they always looked coordinated and in synchrony. Not like Gryffindor that played and practiced with the first thing they found on their bedroom floor. Sometimes they used the formal uniform in their practices, hence why it tended to be dirty, torn or heavily used at the starts of every match. Even when there were only about four to five official matches per season. There were only four houses after all.

And then there were the training clothes, made of breathable fabric, knee-high shorts, a tight long-sleeve shirt and compression socks. In a variety of grey, black white and dark green that each teammate chose to his liking. Besides that they all had dragon skin gloves, and various miscellaneous articles to aid them in different weather conditions, in Britain you could never be too safe.

Malfoy chose that last one, stepping out of his room with black shorts and dark grey socks and the tee, that hugged his chest in every possible way. A mere hand-sized towel hung from his hand as he walked the quiet hallways Sunday morning.

It was just him awake, he guessed, it was seven after all. He thought as he arrived at the pitch. He was going like crazy as if exercise would suddenly clear his brain. He did push-ups and sit-ups, ran who knows how many times around the pitch. He did some speed tests with his broom and then some agility ones, he was truly tired after all that.

Two hours had passed, it was now around nine. With the small white towel he dried his neck, heading for the showers, then cursing out loud realising he forgot a spare change.

It would be pointless to shower and put the sweaty clothes back on, with a groan he walked back to the common room, the eerie silence echoing his footsteps. There were voices when he entered the underwater room again, people probably going to have breakfast.

"Malfoy" A voice behind him said as he was about to go down the stairs. He turned around to see the brunette, "Yes?" the boy asked at the expectant eyes watching him.

Lilianne gulped, she had been calling herself a coward the whole day before for not gathering the courage to talk to him. She had to now. The way his hair was damp and messy was not helping her nerves, but she had to focus.

"I need to talk to you" She said, he had to know what she meant. But the boy merely squinted his eyes at her, she was acting weird. "If it's about the potions I already have them" He stated, quietly to avoid their secret being heard.

"No, no it's not about that" Is he going to ignore what happened? "Then what?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Draco we need to figure this out" She whisper-yelled. Then it hit him like a bucket of iced water, the tone of her voice connecting the brain chords to have him recall. It was her, it was her body that had been against his and it was her lips that had been against his the night of his nineteen birthday.