Drarry: Retribution

Chapter 3

The first thing I did was to lock the doors. Then I shut all the curtains on the windows with a flick of my wand and walked casually towards the luggage rack. I could actually hear Potter's tense breathing before I reached out and tore his Invisibility Cloak off of him. He stared at me in shock for a second before pulling out his wand.

"Petrificus totalus!" I yelled, but he blocked the jinx and leapt down from the luggage rack, still pointing his wand at me. I stood across from him, fear now lapping at me. A tense moment passed as I stood there, wondering what he would do next, ready to block any curse he sent my way. Then his eyes flickered down to my chest. I remembered Pansy's ripping incident and scowled, bracing for a taunt about my less-than-professional attire. But he didnt say anything. He looked down again, for longer this time, and something in his gaze was... off. He looked away and licked his lips. That made my stomach dip worryingly. Why were my ears tingling? Then he smirked.

"What's with your shirt, Malfoy, can't get a tailor these days? I expect your family's so disgraced now you couldn't afford it." Rage and hatred flared up again in the pit of my stomach. I hated the way he taunted me, I hated his stupid smile. I hated the way he made me feel and I hated that I didn't understand it sometimes.
He made me feel... just weird. I had no other word for it. My head got fuzzy and sometimes my stomach dropped and I swear I could feel his presence as if I'd cast a proximity spell. I assumed it's well-trained loathing. But an assumption isn't an answer, and I hated uncertainty.

"Goddamn, Malfoy, I hate you. What the fuck do you think you're playing at, trying to attack me like this?"
"You're the one who decided to fucking stalk me, Potter!" I spat out in retaliation. He scowled, and I could feel my skin getting hot around my neck. I could have strangled him. instead I watched him, waiting for a response. His eyes went down to my chest again and that funny look came back. He bit his lip, which threw me off my stride because I had been expecting more yelling. Silence stretched out in the carriage.

"Potter? Going to respond at all, or have you conceded defeat?" His eyes snapped back up to meet mine. My stomach flipped unexpectedly, probably because I was again thrown off guard by the look that was in them. The tension was unbearable, and I felt sure he would curse me at any second.

Then I remembered why I'd trapped him here. How had I forgotten? He'd gotten my father in trouble with the Dark Lord. he'd caused my whole family to suffer. A tsunami of rage crashed over me once again.

"Fine," I growled, "Petrifi-" "Expelliarmus!" Damn. Somehow, he'd been ready for that. somehow he always was. My wand flew out of my hand and into his. No matter. I was going to make him pay one way or another for what he had done. It was his fault I'd had to torture all those people. His blood on the hands of the servant Wormtail, spattering our kitchen floor. My father's agonized screams echoing through the empty halls of the manor. His fault.

I launched myself at him in a transport of wild fury, desperate to hurt him in any way I could. Composure, an important tool and part of the Malfoy family name, had abandoned me. I flew at him, a snarling mess of fists and fingernails, but, of course, Perfect Potter was ready for that too. He blocked my punches with a force I hadn't expected, but he didnt hit back. Instead he slammed my body into the wall and shoved my arms roughly against it on either side of me. No, I couldn't let this happen. He couldn't win again.

"Let me go, Potter, or I'll fucking kill you!"
"No!" He replied forcefully, shoving my hands even harder against the hard carriage walls. "I dont want to get beat up by a scrawny prick today, thanks." He fixed his eyes on me in an intense glare.
Shit.

There had been very few times in my life that I had gotten this close to my enemy. I preferred to keep my distance and let my haughty silence and distant mockery do the talking. Like a Malfoy knew to do. But suddenly, I was inches away from those green eyes. They bore into mine like the sharp teeth of a dragon. And for some reason, it was breathtaking.

"Potter..." Why was I whispering? Was closeness an actual physical being that would wake if I spoke too loudly? Or was I afraid I'd wake something else?

His eyes had flecks of gold in them. Small and shiny. I realized too late that I'd let my guard down. I braced for the blows that were sure to come. But they didn't. nothing happened. The coldness of nothing brushed against my arms, crept up my neck, ran down my spine. What was happening?

I tore my eyes away from Potter's and felt an instant relief. That was until I got a look at the rest of his face. Then I stopped breathing again. He was staring at me, hard. His cheeks were flushed and he was clenching his jaw. I could see the muscles moving underneath his skin. I didnt know why the fuck I couldn't just move and get out of there, but it was like he had trapped me with a curse. And also his hands, which, I remembered, were still my shackles.

His breathing was fast and I could feel it on my skin. His nostrils flared as his eyes darted down, then back up again. He took a deep breath. then he spoke, and I was almost too startled by the sudden noise to notice the change in his voice. "Fuck it."
That was all he said. But then he grabbed my chin roughly and pulled my face into his.

I froze. What. The. Fuck. I vaguely was aware of a strangled sound leaving my mouth. Fuck, what was happening? Did Potter seriously just kiss me?

I had to get away from him. Lunging away from the wall, I crashed into his body and found it was simply bigger than mine. I think at that point he should have hit me, but he still didnt. Instead he put a gentle but firm hand on my stomach. The train might have caught fire at that moment and I wouldn't have noticed. There was something about the way he'd put his hand there, somewhere noone should put their hand. I should have stopped him but I couldn't. He used the hand to push me back into the wall. He didnt have to push hard. I wasn't fighting anymore. He kissed me again, and this time I let him. I tilted my head and let him in because for whatever reason (it probably wasn't too important just then) I wanted him.

His lips met mine in an instant that felt electric. Everything else disappeared. He kissed me far gentler this time, and damn was it good. He tasted like pumpkin juice and something else even better. His mouth was warm and his lips were soft. He kissed me so gently, sometimes barely brushing his lips against mine.

I lost all semblance of resistance then. I wanted him so bad. I brought my hand up to his face and pulled him into me, opening my mouth to let him in. he made a small noise of surprise but responded immediately, kissing me roughly and deeply. His tongue found its way into my mouth and I might have groaned. He pulled on the back of my hair, making me open my mouth wider, letting him explore every part of it. When he pulled away, I went with him, not realizing the kiss was over.

Suddenly, reality came back. I snapped my eyes open to meet his and found them wide with shock. I was breathing hard and still disoriented, so I just stood there as he backed away, reached for his cloak, and ran.
The slamming of the carriage door brought me to my senses. Merlin's pants, what just happened? Suddenly, the train's whistle sounded, pulling me out of my thoughts. I dashed out of the carriage and started walking to the school, thankful for the distraction. I decided I'd think about this later. If ever.