heedless by romanshome

passion

[Hey guys! I'm aware you cannot apparate at Hogwarts—but it's handy to the story. Sofuck J.K.R. ][Also soft sex. Ik ik. Gross But ig it matches the plot]

The class held a suffocating atmosphere of tension and malicious intents.

Ramona had been sitting at the edge of the desk, glasses propped up on her nose as she typed away on her computer silently. She had already interviewed about five students—and Athena figured that she was adding in the information to her computer hard drives. Her brows were furrowed as she focused intently on the dimly lit screen before her, working hard. Athena felt her brown hues sweep over to Draco, a lightning bolt running down her figure when she took note of how solid his features were. His jaw was clenched, lips sealed together tightly, his fist balled as he graded papers with a slight scowl on his face. It was obvious they way Athena and him left things made himabsolutely furious.

Her eyes softened when she took note of how messy his hair was. It dangled over his eyes—eyescold and hard. He usually gelled it back, but it seemed that he could care less about his appearance at the moment. Dressed in a plan black suit, his skin was far more pale than usual. Almost transparent. His under eyes held a certain redness that indicated that he hadn't slept well, eyelids slightly hooded due to exhaustion. Nostrils flared out of irritation, he kept his eyes on the papers before him—narrowed.

Athena almost looked them same. She hadn't slept well at all during the entire weekend, missing the way his warm body felt on hers. The way his cold hands would massage the sides of her waist, his scent of mint and cologne wafting up her nostrils with ease. Her foot kept tapping against the floor out of angst due to this—and she hadn't realized that it could've been distracting towards the other students.

A sigh sounded through the classroom. Everyone was silently working—until Athena heard a boyfrom Gryffindor call her name in a whisper. Her head snapped from Draco, blinking at himquickly. He sent her an irritated glare, blue eyes narrowed into daggers. His glasses hid the angerbehind them. "Hassan, can you quit doing that? It's getting on my last nerves."

Hastia's head turned to him, sending him a look. "Shut up, urkle. She can do whatever the fuck she wants."

"Hastia," Athena hissed, sending her a pointed look. She released a breath before mustering a small smile towards the boy. "Sorry. I'm just—"

His eyes rolled. "I don't care. Just shut the fuck up so I can try not to stab my quill into my ears."

She frowned at his rude words. "Wha—"

The sound of a chair scraping across the room filled everyone's ears, making all eyes fly up toDraco. He held a white look of rage splayed across his features, his brows snapped togetherdeeply. His voice was similar to a growl. "Evans, watch your bloody mouth. You will not speaklike that in my class."

The boy's eyes turned smaller. He pointed at Athena with a sharp finger. "Professor Malfoy—shewon't stop tapping her foot. A bunch of the students were annoy—"

"DID I ASK FOR YOU TO SPEAK?" He roared, making the class fall completely silent. Ramonapaused her working as she flinched, a bewildered expression growing onto her face. Athena felt her blood run cold as she knew that Draco had pent up anger within him—and was just taking it out on the boy. But it appeared that everyone was too nervous to speak up. The boy sent Draco a horrified look as his lip shook. The platinum—blonde haired man stormed up to his desk, slamming his palms onto the platform, his lean torso bending down to face him right in the eyes. "This is my room. The only thing you're supposed to do is shut your trap and work. And quite frankly, if something as mere as tapping gets you distracted then perhaps you shouldn't even be in this class."