Malfoys Mate • Draco Malfoy Fic

Chapter Sixteen

Roslin felt like the entire school had gone mad, maybe it was affecting the entire world for all she knew. She and Draco had made it to their first class with a few minutes to spare and they had settled at the only chairs left empty, at the front centre of the room, causing Draco to lift his eyebrows in surprise; usually either Granger or some eager Ravenclaw took that seat.

Roslin had merely shrugged her shoulders and settled before McGonagall could jump down her throat. But during the entire class she had felt the other student's eyes boring into her back, and when the lesson ended she had no idea what the Professor had been lecturing about, her only hope was that Draco had managed better to focus.

Things did not improve once they had left the classroom, on the contrary things only got worse. Students who never used to talk to her, much less give her the time of day, were trying to catch her attention. Robes were left open, and they weren't the only thing left unbuttoned to Roslins chagrin. People constantly tried to touch her, or brush past her. It made navigating the corridors hell, and by the time they made it to their next class, Roslin was extremely frazzled, and Draco looked like he was ready to commit murder.

This time, having learned her lesson, Roslin settled at the back of the room, as close to the door as she could get. Once the bell rang signalling the end of the lecture, which Roslin again hadn't heard a word of; she sprang into action and ran from the room, Draco close on her heels. Dashing down corridors, using every shortcut she knew, Roslin managed to get the two of them to the kitchen, and she collapsed at a table for once ignoring Dobby's enthusiastic greetings.

"What has gotten into everyone?" Roslin exploded, boring her eyes into Draco's startled ones. "Zacharias Smith kept putting his hand on my shoulder, wanting to talk to me about the D.A. Zack never talks to me outside the meetings, that stuck up prick isn't exactly fond of me, and after all the times he's been talking back to me the feeling is definitely mutual!

"And what was the matter with Susan Bones? According to Ron, she is the most prudish girl in school so how come I could see most of her chest! And what was up with Sally Perks? She kept giving me those weird looks that made her look like a sick cow! And what the hell was wrong with Justin Finch-Fletchley? He kept passing us I don't know how many times in the corridors, behaving in a most peculiar way, flexing his chest and moving his arms about. Was the entire school 
Confounded when no one was looking?" Roslin was almost shouting at the end, and Draco thought he hadn't seen a more beautiful sight, with her hair on end, more than usual, and her green eyes flashing with passion, making Draco wanting nothing more but pull the other youth down onto his lap and devour her, the rest of the school be damned.

Then it sunk in what Roslin had said, and the Veela blinked in astonishment. Roslin didn't know what was going on? It seemed unbelievable. Almost the entire school was throwing themselves at her, boys and girls alike, and his mate didn't see what was going on? Relief flooded through him, and Draco was unable to hold back a snicker.

"Don't tell me they got to you too!" Roslin cried in alarm and that was it for Draco, who promptly laughed himself silly. He knew it was merely relief of stress from a most strenuous morning, but he was unable to tell his mate that, a mate who grew more and more frantic.

Roslin watched with irritation and then growing alarm as Draco, the cool, 'I'm always in control' Draco Malfoy was practically crawling on the floor in hysterics. Was she the only sane person in school today! Not knowing what else to do, Roslin grabbed on to her necklace. "Lucius? Are you there?" She asked, hoping desperately that what ever was affecting the school had bypassed the older Malfoy.