Warmth. Scarlett opened her blue eyes and yawned tiredly. Her vision was blurry and a bit hazy, as she snuggled up closer to that wonderful source of heat. Rubbing her eyes, she turned her head up to see her ex-boyfriend Draco Malfoy, glaring profusely at her. Her eyes widened when she met his scorching stare. She didn't understand why he was looking at her like that nor why she was even there. Last she remembered he had broken up with her. She was confused.
On the other hand, Draco kept on staring at her with loathing and hatred. He couldn't help but find her exceptionally beautiful in the morning and that angered him. He would never admit it to anyone but he missed their time together. Whether she was faking it or not, he was happy. Even after he found out about her secret, he sometimes found himself loving her more and more. But right now, as he gazed into her bright blue orbs, he could only express his hatred.
She was a liar. A beautiful liar.
However, he himself, was Draco Malfoy. No one would make a fool out of him and end up unscratched. Their eyes connected and he noticed a vast amount of confusion on her part. She didn't remember. He smirked and thought happily, 'Then I guess it time to remind her'.
"What?" he snapped coldly and she visibly flinched. Her retraction made his eyes narrow. She seemed so innocent. But he knew better. "Have you gone mute? I knew you were stupid but come on!"
Her lips pressed together and she sat up. The covers fell around her waist, exposing her large breast. He suddenly grew very hard. He gulped and looked away as she tried to cover herself up. "Umm, what are we- what am I- what happened?" she babbled.
Draco grabbed onto her hand and rubbed against her bruised wrist. "Don't you remember? We had so much fun last night." Her eyes widened and he could see the dots connecting in her head. "We had sex. Multiple times actually. Ehh it was okay," he lied but her reaction made it worth it. She seemed deflated it. Draco then stood up and grabbed his towel. She just sat there, her face stuck in a cute pouty little frown.
He rolled his eyes. "I'd ask what's wrong, but I don't care. Now, leave. You're not needed anymore. School has started and I've already missed Transfiguration. That bloody bats probably going to give me detention."
"Wait what?"
"McGonagal-"
"No!" She put up her hands defensively. "What do you mean I'm not needed anymore." Her face turned red. She seemed blashful, embarrased. He's never seen her so vulnerable. It made him sick to his stomach knowing that he caused this. She nibbled on her bottom lip. It aroused him."But I thought..."
"You thought what?" Draco snapped. She needed to leave. He couldn't give in. "You thought everything would be rainbows and flowers? I was honest with you when I said I would pretend to like you again." Draco bent down and threw her her clothes. "How could I even begin to like someone as simple minded as you." Her eyes grew wide. "Your presence bothers me. I simply despise you. You sicken me." Her eyes grew glossy and she remained quiet. Draco paled a bit. This wasn't like her. He shook his head. "Just...get out. Nothing has changed between us. You mean nothing to me."
Scarlett choked a sob when he said this. How could he be so heartless?
"...Okay," she sighed, wiping her tears. She was done. He wasn't worth it. "I'll leave."
Draco nodded distainly. He didn't catch the real meaning behind her words. He just watched her get up, get dressed and walk out. He looked over at the bed and stared at his green neck ties. They were used to restrain her as he overpowered her body last night and took it to places unknown. He hardened again and groaned at the memory. He thought that sleeping with her would help to get her out of his system but it only made him want her more.
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The Art Of Seduction (Draco Malfoy)
RomanceDraco Malfoy is the Player, the Bad Boy, the future Death Eater. He does what he wants without consequence. What happens when Scarlett Rosier joins the party at Hogwarts? Will he finally meet his match? Read and Find out!
