When You Loved Me (Druna Fanfiction)

His Novocaine

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Draco's POV

The silence of the Manor is heavy, the kind that succeeds in making your head feel like a hollow cave. It is punctuated only with the sound of rustling fabric as I dust off floo powder off my robes, then footsteps as I stride through the moonlit corridor.

I left Potter's office immediately after the talk. I had no reason to stay and I don't think they had as well.

I don't feel emotions now. I think it's a very curious thing, the lack of it. I have been waiting for it to come back, like a sudden wave of nausea that rushes unannounced, the one that is most unbearable. It doesn't arrive. I pray it never will.

Perhaps, it is the quiet after a storm, the calm after chaos. There is this silence inside my head, the kind that feels incredibly like exhaustion, like a throat gone mute from too much screaming.

I open the door to our room. The moonlight penetrating from the balcony was the only thing illuminating the whole space.

I toss my robes on the floor and immediately flop down the bed, staring at the constellation chart adorning the ceiling. The weariness I have been feeling has escaped its bonds and is now lulling me, commanding my tired mind to forget its sorrows and just sleep.

I refuse. I don't want to sleep. My conscious mind has perfected the art of keeping unwanted thoughts at bay. I am afraid of what the dreams will bring me if I do succumb to sleep.

The sound of the door opening snapped me from my fatigue-induced stupor. The click of Astoria's heels announced her arrival. I don't look away from the ceiling.

"Draco?"

I make a noise from the back of my throat in response.

"Did you just get home? Why didn't you join us at dinner?"

"I wasn't hungry. "

The matress dipped beside me and I feel her warmth through the fabric of my shirt. She doesn't speak, just studies me through those hazel eyes of hers. I hate it when she does that. It's like she's always calculating, analysing, deducing everything she can. She tries to get a glimpse of what's going on in my mind with just a look. The worst part? She always succeeds.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter, dear."

Astoria sighs, exasperatedly, as if she already knew I was going to say that. There is the rustle of the sheets, two thuds on the floor as she discarded her shoes. I feel her lay down next to me and I turn my head to look at her. The moonlight shines upon her and makes her already pallid complexion glow like porcelain, creating a stunning contrast against the black of her hair. I am reminded once again why Astoria is the perfect pureblood witch, the most fitting pureblood wife-- I am reminded again why I was about to marry her, and not anyone else.

She laughs, amused.

"Draco, you're not the best liar. I mean, you are, but I know when you're lying or not. It's a fiancé thing."

I scoff, letting the corner of my lips curl in a light smirk. "Thank you for the compliment, dear, but I am not lying."

Astoria giggles softly, then smiled. I feel her hand caress my cheek, her warmth radiating through my skin. I pull her close, desperate for the heat my body lacks.

Without thinking, my lips meets hers.

She reciprocates in an intimate manner and I let myself melt with her kiss. Her hand snatches my wand from the bedside table and waved it. Thr door faintly clicked as it locked.

I keep my eyes closed as Astoria pins me down: her lips moving, her hands teasing.

I succumb to her charms, not even resisting a bit. Perhaps, this can be my novocaine even just for tonight. This can be the distraction I need.

The sound of her dress zipper is then followed by the rustle of fabric as she takes it off. My hands move, following Astoria's example and peeling my shirt from my body. Her hands fumble with my belt, then with the buttons of my trousers.

Desire surfaced from the depths of my stomach. With a soft groan, I reversed our positions: her lying on the mattress and me hovering over her.

Astoria sighs and locks eyes with me-- a small, genuine smile adorning her lips. Seeing something so dreamy in a situation so carnal confused me a bit.

"What?", I asked with furrowed eyebrows, my hands propped up on either side of her head.

She lies there-- with bare skin so seductive and a sweet smile that contrasts the former. "Nothing." she shakes her head slightly. "It's just been so long since the last time we've been this intimate."

With these words, I gave in to her temptation without hesitation. The voice inside my head that reminds me of Luna is reduced to a indistint buzz. The only thing I can feel right now is the warmth of Astoria's skin-- and the drive that keeps us both intoxicated.

Breathing becomes rugged. Limbs become tangled-- and as the moon rises up to its throne in the sky, numbness welcomes me like an old friend.

Hello! I would like to apologise for this crappy chapter. I am not good at writing mature scenes. :(

Also, I believe that I should apologise for the lack of updates. I would be lying if I said that I have not forgotten about this fic, hahaha.

And lastly, I'd like to thank those who commented and voted for this fanfiction. I will update regularly for you from now on 💖

P.S. Pls drop your favorite Druna fanfic. I love that ship so much!