The Hufflepuff

Twenty

The kiss was rough and forceful, dominating. It took her breath away, sending a cascade of fireworks sparking along her body. His lips, soft and demanding, meet with her own as his tongue grazes softly against hers. She can feel one of his hands slipping under her thin pyjamas, exploring the contours of her skin leaving behind a burning and light tingles everywhere he touches. With his other hand he held her arms above her head, pinning her down.

A soft moan escapes him as Eleanor buries her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her savouring the warmth of his body pressed up against hers.

With a sigh Eleanor moans his name lightly, "Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" A voice from somewhere asks.

"Hmm?" Eleanor sighs, her bed suddenly feeling a lot emptier and colder, the blankets tangled up around her body which is covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Did-did you just say Malfoy's name in your sleep?" The voice asks again.

Opening her eyes slowly and squinting against the light Eleanor finds herself facing Susan sitting on the bed opposite.

"N-no?" She says, the room swarming around her and her head still groggy and unfocused.

"I'm pretty sure you did, and you were moaning and- oh my god. Were you dreaming about Malfoy? Like, sexy dreaming?!" The pitch of her voice rises and Eleanor grimaces a little at the noise so soon after waking from a deep sleep.

"Of course not. It was, it wasn't anything I just-"

"You just dreamed about Malfoy."

"Shut up," Eleanor says, throwing the pillow from behind her at Susan's head.

"Are you coming to watch the game?" Cynthia asks, strolling into the room with a Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck.

"She is," Susan replies for Eleanor, pulling her from the bed.

Changing quickly Eleanor follows the others out to the stands, breakfast in hand, to watch the final game of the year, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw.

"Do you think I should tell him?" Eleanor whispers to Susan when Cynthia wanders ahead.

"Who?"

"Reggie!"

"That you were dreaming about another guy? Probably not."

"But doesn't he deserve to know? I'd like to know."

"It's up to you, though, maybe don't tell him who it was about."

Filing up into the stands Eleanor is horrified to find herself seated directly behind Reggie who had been there waiting for her.

"Morning," he says, moving aside so that she can fit beside him, "I brought coffee."

He holds up a steaming thermos for her to see but despite how much she yearns for it she doesn't accept.

The game begins a few minutes later and Eleanor is glad of the distraction, letting herself become absorbed into the game to avoid talking to him, or looking at him, or thinking of him.

"Are you okay El?" She hears him ask when the game is finished, Eleanor still staring numbly out at the field as the players touch down to the ground.

"Hmm?"

"I asked if you're okay? You haven't said a word, and I'm not even sure if you know who won despite seeming to watch the whole game."

With a sigh she turns to face Reggie, most of the other students still in their stand out of earshot and making their way down.