| Dystopian |

02 | D i s t u r b e d

~ Draco Malfoy

He was patrolling the corridors again. He didn't understand it, it wasn't a requirement anymore. He wondered idly if maybe his mind pushed him into a routine to escape his unease. He cursed, feeling like he was part of the Inquisitorial squad again. Umbridge had been a nightmare if there was one thing he hated it was people concealing the bitter in their personality. He knew her, had figured her out when he was twelve. She was just like all the other ministry wankers, poisoned sugar, power-hungry quasi-bitches. They acted superior but he knew they crawled for his father.

At least Malfoys never concealed their true intentions, he couldn't remember the last time his father had been pretentious. Father just paid all the blockheads when he needed favors. Sure they were good at hiding, it was practically second skin to be Slytherin, but it was done with taste, a polish even other Slytherins couldn't pull off let alone the other pissants.

Malfoys didn't make blunders, so why was he walking the corridors so early? Why had his mind pushed him to stay awake?

As he rounded the corner, he heard the whisper of a voice humming a vaguely familiar tune. The voice had a slight lilt, and he found himself stepping behind a large suit of Armour in an effort to conceal himself. He closed his eyes momentarily, finding himself falling into memories of summer rain. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes.

Granger... He frowned. Merlin knew what she was doing up this early, maybe the Mudblood was finally losing her mind.

He stared, as her figure made its way slowly down the corridor, closer towards the Armour he was concealed behind. She was close enough for him to be able to see the large bathrobe she was bunched up in, the drawstring drawn way too tight. The shelf of her chest was barely visible, caramel cream skin peeking through. Her chocolate curls swung in tight wet dripping mounds around her freckled shoulders. He could see the water droplets leaking onto her angled cheekbones, and he stared as she caught one rolling down her cheek with her pink tongue before licking it off. He was stunned; her sudden appearance into his unguarded mind had stolen his speech. He couldn't help the organic reaction his body had, the boyish pleasure this simple sight had caused.

Granger had definitely changed, he wasn't blind. Her narrow torso accentuating her slightly wider hips, helped by the tightly tied drawstring. Her legs, dimpled knees, and padded feet were getting really close. To make matters worse or better, his mind couldn't decide in its fumbled state, he could smell her now. Perhaps inhaling to calm and restore his mental guard had been a gaffe, as her scent invaded his senses. He detected musk tinged with soft vanilla, an infusion of wild berries. His senses were taking over, his mind closing down against this assault of pure pleasure.

He shook himself hard as she finally passed him, astonished at himself. He didn't know where to start, he felt disgusting. He had smelt a Mudblood, liked it even, and had appreciated her body... He cursed out loud. This wouldn't change anything, he repeated to himself, focusing on his father's disgust to bring back his flushed body to its pale sheen. He would have to watch and control his mind, he couldn't slip like this, and he must be deranged if just a glimpse of a warm body; the Mudblood's at that did this to him. He mentally berated himself all the way back to the Slytherin common room.

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