Opposite Ends (Draco Malfoy)

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Eva decided to follow the melody. It wasn't far at all. She peered through the open door to see Draco playing the piano.

She doesn't think she's ever seen him do something so attentively. She found it a bit amusing that he has a hobby. And kind of cute.

Lucius Malfoy approached Evangeline from behind, "Why are you up, Potter?"

She pivoted in Lucius' direction, her heart jumping out of her chest. "What?"

"I told Draco he should practice the piano to get his mind off things." He sneered, "But you are forbidden to be outside of your room after 11:00pm. So, why are you up?"

At this point, Draco had stopped playing the piano to see what was going on.

"I'm sorry. I woke up and saw Draco wasn't there so...I got worried." She lied.

Lucius looked at her with disgust, "Go back to your room, Potter."

She obeyed.

Lucius turned to his son, "Draco." He approached him.

The boy stood up.

"I forbid you from romancing that girl."

Draco felt his heart drop, "What are you talking about?"

"I see it. I see how she looks at you and how you feel the need to act like a gentleman around her. Her blood isn't pure. Don't ruin our family like those blood traitors. Do you realize how lucky you are to be born into a pure-blood family?"

"Yes, father."

"I hope so. Now, go make sure Evangeline stays in her room."

Draco goes to catch up with her, which he did so easily because she got lost. "Eva."

"Hey." She awkwardly smiled, "I'm sorry about that."

"What the hell were you doing?" He questioned her as he began to lead the way back to their room.

"I was looking for pillows and blankets to give Luna Lovegood." She answered, holding onto her wrist.

"Eva, you can get in trouble for that. What if my father tells the Dark Lord about you wandering around at night?"

"Did he say 'the Dark Lord' will hear about this'?" She mocked.

"I'm serious, Eva."

"I know. I'm sorry."

He rolled his eyes at her and opened their bedroom door for her.

"Thanks."

He shut the door behind himself and he looked at her, seriously. "My father suspects something is going on between us."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Remember what you said to me that night when you were really drunk?"

"Yeah. Again, I'm sorry about that."

"Do you still feel that way?"

"What?"

He got really close to her and put his hand on her waist, sliding it to her back and pulling her close to him. "Do you still want me?" His lips were about to touch hers, "You can have me."

His lips crashed into hers hungrily. He made her back into her own bed, causing her to fall backward. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled her onto his lap, their lips crashing together again as her arms wrap around his neck along with her knees falling to his sides so that she was directly on him. His hands traced up her thighs, to her sides, and to her back. He loved feeling the curves of her body. He pulled her toward him even more, holding her tightly and making her apply pressure on him and herself.

She moaned softly into their kiss, slight embarrassment coming over her. A slight smirk appeared on his face as he continued to kiss her. He liked the effect he had on her, and she knew it. Yet she loved the rush it gave her.