Pure as Snow

chapter 7 : Draco

I employed Crabbe and Goyle to help me with the assignment at hand, which was to find that stupid cupboard. I had no idea where to start. Dungeons? Towers? The Great Hall? I brought the manual that Borgin had given me at the shop with me. It didn’t say that it had to be stored anywhere in particular. So, with no clue on what to do, we started with the dungeons.

An hour went by with no luck. Where could this thing be? So, before I got frustrated, I decided to pull the plug on the idea tonight. We would look again on Saturday when we could search during the day as well. Starting on a Monday was not looking good, nor any other weekday for that matter.

When I arrived in my room, I peeled off my robes and went to bed in my boxers. I couldn’t sleep. All I had on my mind was how I was going to go about my next move. Where could I find that idiotic cupboard? My mind shifted from searching to kissing.

I wondered what it would be like the kiss Hanna. To hold her in my arms. To feel her wamth against my body. To truly be with her. To call her mine.

“Drakie?” I heard someone whisper as the door opened and closed.

I groaned. It was Pansy.

She crawled into bed with me. “Hey, you,” she whispered.

I rolled my eyes, not that she could see them in the dark. “Pans, not tonight. I’m kind of tired.”

“You’re never too tired to shag,” she pouted.

I took a deep breath. It was the perfect time to break up with her. In private with no one around, so that way there can’t be any bad gossip about us this time. It was something that needed to be done if I wanted to be with Hanna one day. I had to cut it off or it just might go on far longer than I want it to.

I was silent too long.

Pansy started kissing me in my hesitation. I made to pull away, but she pulled me back. She kissed me up and down my cheeks and necks, like she did all the time. This time I wasn’t enjoying as much as I used to.

“Pans, listen,” I started, but her mouth went straight to mine once again, “Listen to me, Pansy,” I said after she had pulled away, but she then put her finger on my lips.

“Shhh,” she smirked as her other hand made its way down to the edge of my boxers, “I’m going to be the one to pleasure you tonight. You don’t have to do anything…unless you want to.”

“Pansy, I don’t want to do this right now,” I said and my head fought back, “I want to talk.”

She lifted her head up from kissing my stomach to look at me oddly. “Draco, did you just say that you wanted to talk?”

“Yes, I did. I think we should talk about us.”

She grinned a mischievous grin, “Why don’t I show you how I feel about us instead?”

“Pansy,” I said, but she started nibbling on my ear and I melted right there.

I knew that I shouldn’t give in. I knew that if I ever wanted us to end that I had to do it right then and there. I had to stop her shenanigans before it was too late. I could not sleep with her that night. Could not. Would not. Should not.

I then pushed her off of me and got on top of her. Maybe she could listen that way, but when I looked into her eyes, I saw something there that I had never seen before. She was really looking at me. She was looking at me how a lover should look at me, and not like a piece of meat like she usually did. I smiled down at her.

“Fuck it,” I said, kissing her passionately.