Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Eight: Apparate

I didn't get far. And I could put that down to the fact he was abnormally fast on his feet, but the reality was I was just very unfit. I was struggling to find the air to breathe by the time I'd skidded around the first corner at the end of the hall. I'd started sprinting towards my dormitory door - so close to escaping, I was. So, so close. . .

But my efforts grinded to a halt when a cold hand roughly shoved between my shoulder blades; with one strangled shriek, I went flying to the floor for a second time that day, only just about managing to break my fall by putting my hands out onto the flagstones.

"What the fuck were you eavesdropping for?"

His voice was a low hiss: he didn't want another audience, it seemed. I scrambled into a sitting position and pressed my back against the wall before hurriedly rising up to my feet, breathless.

Before I could think of making another run for it, Draco stepped out of the shadows like a creature of the night - his tall frame looming over me - his enraged features suddenly inches from my face. And he looked, to put it in simple terms, murderous.

"Well, Lockwood? Care to explain or do I need to stupefy you until I get a response?" He was reaching into his pocket when I quickly cut him off.

"Wait! I- It's not my fault you woke me up with your arguing! You can't blame me for leaving my room to see what was going on! I wasn't planning to stick around, either... I don't know why I said "bless you" It just slipped out."

Alcohol, even in such small an amount, clearly made all my common sense evaporate, and I vowed I'd never touch a drop of fire whiskey again.

Then I pulled a disgusted expression. "I take that back, by the way. You don't deserve my fucking blessing-"

He didn't.

"-Well I never asked for it!"

He seriously didn't.

I swallowed, attempting to hide my panic. I knew I must've looked like a nervous wreck, and Draco was clearly very aware of this himself; up close, I saw a spitefull glimmer reappear in his eye. His lips then twisted into a razor-edged smile.

Things were escalating again.

"Alright. So, I'll be going now, thankyou. I've got uh, things to do, places to be." I averted my gaze from his glare as I pushed off from the wall.

Then his cold hand reached out and shoved my shoulder back with such force my back hit the wall with a painfu; thud. "Get off me Malfoy!" I warned. "Let me pass!"

I forced myself to look straight into his cold eyes. His cold, blue eyes. If he wasn't such a jerk, I'd even go as far to say they were a nice pair of eyes to look into. . .

Even in the dark lighting, the colour was still a vibrant contrast against his dialated pupils. I saw faint shadows underneath them - like he hadn't slept in a year, or maybe two - but this weariness was only overpowered by the hate burning in them.

A painfully silent second had passed before I realised he wasn't doing anything - just standing a foot or so away, calculating me. Breathing heavily through his nose like he was on the verge of losing it; his fists clenched at his sides. "If there was no laws, no Azkaban, no school, you'd be six feet under right now, Lockwood." He warned lowly, keeping his chin tilted up in arrogance. "Nobody, and I mean nobody, has pissed me off as much as you have done in one single day. So much so i'm starting to care less and less about the consequences i'd face if I'd just-"

Suddenly he pulled his wand out, and in a flash the tip was pressing down on the hollow part of my throat: pressing in just enough to make me gasp quietly.