Pastel Skies

Chapter 5

Draco felt like shit now. He felt alone. Cold. "God dammit!" he swore and punched the wall, which cracked under his force. Sparks of magic discharged at his blow and he shoved his hand angrily through his hair, chiding himself for not seeing this coming. He picked up his clothes and went into the bedroom, tossed them on the floor by the window. He rubbed his bloody knuckles but didn't bother to use a healing spell. He felt he deserved some kind of punishment. His heart was growing heavy in his chest and an enormous icy knot formed in his stomach.

Finding his belt already unbuckled brought back memories and gave him a sudden jolt. How she had turned him on. He couldn't believe it. He wanted her back here with him. Now. He wanted to undress her, with him. He wanted her to share his shower, with him. He wanted her. He thought of her eyes, her beautiful chocolate eyes, how they'd become brighter and even more golden when they'd kissed. Her freckles, that ever so softly covered the bridge of her nose and along her cheek bones. Her pale pink lips. Her smile... Merlin, her smile... He undid his trousers, ripped them off annoyed and threw them across the room. "Fuck!" he yelled. Stripping off his socks he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He leaned his forehead again the cool tiles and took some calming breaths. Soon the bathroom was filled with steam; he took off his boxer briefs and stepped into the hot water of the shower. Thank god for small mercies he thought, enjoying the strong pressure of the water. He lathered up his hair with the provided shampoo, not caring right now, if it was up to his standards or not. Not that he usually cared about that anyway... it was shampoo after all. But Astoria always insisted he buy the expensive stuff. Thinking of Astoria made him want to vomit right here and now. He had to get this taken care of. ASAP.

He stood there, a long time, with his eyes closed, just letting the water beat on his neck. He could still feel her lips on his. He could hear her small noises, her moans, the way she said his name. Christ, he loved it when she said his name. It warmed his heart and send shivers down his spine, like a million tiny kisses starting at the base of his skull, down his neck and on, spreading like wildfire. "Draco", he heard her breathe it lovingly.

Startled, he spun around and nearly slipped in the shower. His heart leaping in his chest, he turned off the water, grabbed the towel and stepped out. He draped the towel around his waist, not bothering with his sopping hair, "Hermione?" he called out. No answer.

Draco walked into the bedroom and on to the living room. Her scent lingered in the air. The apartment was empty. "Hermione?" he called again, more softly now, realizing he had only imagined her voice.

Something caught his eye and he bent to pick it up. He smelled it and inhaled her scent. Turning it in his hand he carried it into the bedroom and deposited it carefully on his bedside table. It was her golden spiral hair tie.

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Hermione hadn't bothered getting dressed properly, before floo'ing back to her own flat at Hogwarts.

Only one button held her blouse close. As soon as she was home though, only seconds later, her knees buckled, and she broke down on her plush oriental rug in front of the fireplace. She sobbed uncontrollably, eventually ending in hiccups. She felt stupid and humiliated, how he had taken advantage of her, kissing her hungrily making her want more and more, making her want him, making her succumb to his will, making her want to crawl inside of him, becoming one.

Damn, so slick and cunning, playing her, stringing her along, so bloody Slytherin of him! She felt like an idiot for trusting him. She grabbed a pillow off her sofa, covered her face with it and let out a guttural scream. Coming up for air, she remembered his porcelain skin, his perfectly shaped lips, how soft they had touched hers, how their skins had tingled with magic when there hadn't been the barrier of clothes between them anymore. The energy, the heat. She'd never felt anything like this before. Ever.