Henrietta Potter || Draco Malfoy

39 - It's A Date

"Potter?"

The tickle of the husky voice in my ear roused me awake. I glanced down at the arm draped over my middle, my stomach knotting pleasurable as it tightened around me.

I twisted my body round so that I was facing him. My heart fluttered as warm grey eyes looked sleepily into mine, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Hello," I whispered, our faces merely inches apart on the shared pillow.

Draco pulled me to him so that our bodies were pressed firmly against one another. I was very aware that he was topless and felt a wave of heat rush to my cheeks.

Chuckling, he kissed my forehead, and I sighed pleasurably at how wonderful his cool lips felt against my hot skin.

"I'm glad you stayed, Potter," he said quietly, his fingers caressing my face.

"Me too," I smiled coyly, feeling suddenly so ridiculously shy. It was strange not to be hissing and swearing at him. "But I better go before Pomfrey catches me. I'm in enough trouble as it is."

"Snape didn't go too hard on you, did he?" he asked, actually looking genuinely concerned.

"Let's just say that nearly killing your classmates is frowned upon at Hogwarts."

Draco's face fell almost at once, and I realised the significance of what I had just said as our eyes simultaneously glanced down to his exposed forearm. Without thinking, I lightly brushed my fingertips over the cruel black image that scarred his translucent white skin. He shivered; the sound of the steady beat of his heart accelerating under my touch.

"We can get help, Draco," I whispered shakily, "we can go to Dumble-"

"No!" he hissed sharply, his face twisting in anger as he snatched his arm away from me. "You need to stay out of this."

"But surely Snape or Pomfrey-"

"I'm not discussing this with you, Potter," he sniped, clenching his jaw so tight that a small muscle visibly pulsed beneath his skin.

I was filled with a familiar frustration; one that made me want to shake him by the shoulders and scream in his face.

"Draco, you are being so bloody... arggghh!" I could not think of a good enough word to describe just how infuriated he made me feel.

"And how exactly do you think you make me feel?" he argued, as a pink tinge rose to his cheeks. "When I'm around you I never know whether I want to hex you or bloody kiss you!"

"Well, you did a good job of trying the former just last night!" I bellowed, forgetting I was supposed to be keeping quiet. "The fucking Cruciatus Curse?! Really, Draco?! At least I didn't know what my curse did!"

"I would never have done it!" He spluttered, sitting up so that the covers fell, revealing his bare torso. "I didn't really want to hurt you... not that much, anyway." He added when I gave an incredulous bark of laughter.

"Yeah, well you know what?" I spat, my shaking hands curling into fists as I too sat up to face him. "That feeling is fucking mutual!"

I could feel my face getting hot with anger. My heart was racing and my breaths shallow and uneven. The energy in the bed was so immense, that it did not even surprise me when Draco grabbed the back of my head and forced his lips upon mine, kissing me angrily.

"WHAT IN MERLIN'S BEARD IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Draco and I breathlessly sprang apart as Madam Pomfrey yanked open the curtains, looking utterly furious.