The Art Of Seduction (Draco Malfoy)

Addicted To You

"Get up!" 

Silence.

"Scarlett Elizabeth Rosier, get the hell up!" Neville's stern voice thundered, as he yanked the sheets off of her curled up form. He gasped at what he saw. His eyes wide. Her hair was black and straight, no curls or waves. She wore a pair of shorts and a large sweater. Her nails were clear and undone, her face pale and lifeless. Neville cursed under his breath, as he gazed into her puffy red eyes.

It had been three weeks, since Draco and Scarlett had broken up. Three weeks that she had been locked up in her room. Madame Pomfrey had came in to check on her and deemed her sick and in need of rest, but Neville knew better. This was her rejection phase. She'd get all depressed and lock herself up and away from the world. He sighed and pulled her onto his lap. She curled into his shoulder and sighed. 

Scarlett missed her best friend. "How'd you get in?" Her voice was raspy.

He passed her a cup of water. She drank all of it. His gaze saddened. "Zabini let me in."

"Why?" she inquired, her head hurting slightly.

"Because I wanted to." Her head snapped up, her vision focusing on Blaise Zabini. He had been in here alot. He didn't hate her for torturing Daphne and Pansy. He was still her friend in a weird sort of way. And part of her wanted to believe that maybe Draco had sent him, but that idea was shot to hell real soon. Draco never once checked up on her. That heartless idiot!

"Go away," she mumbled into Neville's shirt.

"I'll leave but Longbottom has to stay," Blaise smiled kindly, his eyes hiding something. "You need the company of a true friend. I'll be in the common room if you need me." Scarlett nodded slightly but when the door close her masked dropped and she began crying again. This was why she hated her feelings

"Stop crying Scar," Neville's eyes were pained. "I've never seen you so torn up."

"It hurts," she cried.

"What hurts?" 

"My heart." Scarlett felt stupid with such a confession but it was true. Her chest ached constantly, reminding her of Draco's cruel actions towards her. 

She stood up abruptedly and went over to her vanity. She roomed alone now. She was removed from the room on Dumbledore's orders and sent to a private one next to it. Picking up the brush, she stared mindlessly at the wall, as she brushed her already straight hair. Neville watched in despair.

"Nev," She began slowly. "I have to tell you something."

"You love me," his face was mockingly serious and her eyes narrowed. "You've been in love with me all this time and my devilishly handsome face was the icing on the cake, but you were scared. Scared, I wouldn't reciprocate your feelings." He stood up and grabbed her face. "Oh Scarlett, I feel the same way. Take me! Take me now!" 

Scarlett slapped him and he fell onto the bed in laughter. Her face red with anger. "I'm serious!"

"I'm sorry, you're just too easy to annoy!"

She glared at him, though her face did lighten up a bit. "You idiot, why do I put up with you?"

Neville smiled kindly at her, as he brushed a piece of hair from her flawless face. "Because I'm your best friend and like it or not, you love me because I'm simply amazing. We can be honest and real with one another without fearing alienation." Scarlett tried to smile but it came out forced. "Scarlett, talk to me."

"I did something bad," she whispered quietly. "I've been going back to the club. I dance around drunkenly and take off my clothes. I know its wrong, but I want a man's attention, anyone who would take Draco away from my thoughts."