Malfoy

6 - Library After Hours

Sorry all the story parts are boring hehe. This chapter gets pretty R-rated ;)

Holy fuck. What just happened. Your mind is racing as you pace around your room. That was Draco. Draco Malfoy, who used to make fun of you and falsely accuse you of being a mudblood. Holy shit! Draco fucking Malfoy and you just did that. You! You sit down on your bed and try to focus for a second. What homework do you have? Its too hard to think about that right here, right now.

You decide to head to the library in the hopes that it will calm your mind and induce a state of focus. But God, it's hard to think about anything other than him. All of him. You want it all.

As you sit at a quiet table in the library, your mind wanders to other questions. Where did Draco go? Why was he gone for so long? Why was he not talking to you? It seems like your questions are endless. Eventually, the sound of the crackling fireplace quiets your mind and you are able to get some homework done.

You look at the clock, somehow it's already 12:30am. You should probably head back to your dorm soon, most people who were in the library have left at this point. All of a sudden you hear movement close behind you and you whip your head around, it's Draco.

"Draco! You scared me! What are you doing here?" you ask him.

"I needed to see you," he says and looks at you with daring eyes.

"I need some answers first," you start, "please."

"Fine," Draco huffs, "what do you need to know?"

"I want to know where you went, after, you know..." you start to say, you get slightly embarrassed and begin to trail off.

"It's none of your business really," Draco snaps back.

"Well, it sorta is," you say, "You left me alone."

"We were never together!"

"I mean, I know," you say, slightly disappointed, "You know what I mean."

Draco picks up on your tone, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't see you because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. I figured if I was as distant as possible, my feelings couldn't get the best of me."

"Am I really that bad?" you ask, slightly hurt by him trying so hard to not have feelings for you.

"That's not what I mean."

"Well, what do you mean?" you ask.

"Okay, this is all I'm going to say about it. When I'm around you, it becomes hard for me to control myself, and it's not like I want to control myself, it's just, harder than that," he says, "I don't know."

"Control yourself how?"

"I'm not going to answer that," Draco says with a slight smirk.

"I still don't understand what would be so bad about it, if you were to let yourself be around me," you pry.

"Do I really need to explain this?" Draco asks, giving you a long look.

"I would like an explanation, yes," you say, feeling nervous.

"Fine. For example, I can't stand to see other guys talking to you, it just fills me with rage. And I worry that during that rage I could do something I regret, honestly murder had crossed my mind. Also, just like physically, with you..." he says, "I think you know what I'm getting at."

His answer surprises you. Murder? Really? You had no idea he felt so protective of you. "Well why are you always so mean to me then? If you are apparently so protective," you question him.