Last Lesson in Love - (Sequel to Tutoring A Malfoy)

Chapter Two - 'Eva's escape.'

Draco lay on his stomach with the notepad he drew on open before him. The rain was still going on strong outside but he wished more than anything that he could feel the droplets hit his skin. He hadn’t seen the outside world in so long, it felt like his life was useless. He did nothing other than draw picture after picture, sleep, eat, think.

The notepad was almost full, he was on the second last page. He flicked through it, getting only snippets of what he had drawn. Hermione in her dress at the Yule Ball, Hermione in Potions with her hair frazzled, Hermione by the lake, Hermione frantically writing on parchment, Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE. Every single picture was different but they were all of her. He got to the latest picture he was sketching out and he stared at it, frowning.

The picture was not like the others he had drawn. This featured Hermione, of course, but her face was half covered by brown, curly locks of hair and she was facing the window. Her neck and hands and feet, that were not covered by clothes, were a deadening white. Draco had shaded in the veins with a blue pencil to make them look like they were bulging. Blood poured from parts of her body and slunk onto the ground. Draco had sketched another person who was kneeling beside her. This person had blood all over their clothes and hands.

‘It’s you.’

Draco looked up suddenly, having forgotten that Eva was lying right beside him. She covered herself a little better with the sheets and turned so that she was lying on her stomach too. Eva’s blue eyes met his for a while and she smiled, her leg found his under the covers and she pressed against him.

‘You’re the one with the blood on your hands,’ she whispered, looking back at the drawing as Draco just stared at her. Eva glanced at him as well, ‘what’s the girls name?’

Draco closed the notepad suddenly and put it on the side table next to him. He turned around so that he was lying on his back and closed his eyes. Eva stared at him, frowning. She always asked, he never answered. Slowly, carefully, she moved closer to him and felt his body stiffen against hers.

‘You should leave,’ he muttered, hardly speaking above a whisper. Eva didn't move from where she lay, feeling a little annoyed that he was so distant to her even after they had slept together. Draco sat up without a word and reached under him to grab his boxers. He pulled them on and stood up, ‘leave, now.’

‘Draco,’ Eva got up onto her knees and grabbed his arm before he could go to the bathroom. Draco stopped, closing his eyes when she touched him. Eva let his arm go and stood up, finding her underwear before putting it on and walking towards him as he stared at the rain outside. She took his hand, ‘let me help.’

‘Help?’ Draco asked, the concept seemed to be confusing him. Eva nodded, taking his face between her hands so that they were looking at each other. The rain splattered against the window like blood splattered onto the floor.

‘I can help you if you open up to me,’ Eva said quietly.

You think you can help me?’ Draco asked, his voice raising in volume and getting deeper. He suddenly grabbed Eva’s arm harshly, ‘she... she tried to help, she gave up everything to try and help me but I didn't listen to her and now...’

‘She’s gone,’ Eva said, staring at him and ignoring the pain she felt in her arm as he clutched it even tighter. Draco glared at her angrily, wondering how she had the guts to say that out loud when he hadn’t admitted it to himself even.

‘Every time I was with her she would say that I had to let her help me. I declined every time but what if... I had let her help me?’ Draco wondered out loud to himself, closing his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed, ‘what if...’