Professor Malfoy

five

Amelia slowly opened her eyes as she came out of a deep sleep. She felt sunshine kissing her face, and heard birds chirping.

As she slowly looked around, she realized she wasn't in her own dorm. She searched her brain for any recollection of the night's events, but nothing.

The last thing she remembered, she was in Hogsmeade with Drake.

Drake

Where the hell was he?

More importantly, where the hell was she?

Cautiously she rose from what she realized was a black leather couch, and pulled off a quilted blanket that had been placed on her.

She immediately saw a desk to her right, but it wasn't a student's desk, it was a teacher's.

Malfoy!

She was in Malfoy's bloody office, of all the places!

Why was she here?

She remembered seeing him last night, but certainly she wouldn't have come back with him. No matter how hot he was, she didn't think he was the kind of teacher to take such a risk.

The door to the office slowly opened, and Malfoy stepped in holding a paper bag in one hand and what looked to be a cup of coffee in the other.

"Good morning Ms. Blackwood, glad you could join us." He said casually, as if their current situation was nothing out of the ordinary.

Amelia realized that if any other professor had seen her sleeping in his office, Malfoy could be fired.

He handed her the coffee and paper bag that upon further investigation held a perfectly baked blueberry muffin.

"I don't understand, why am I here?" She said shaking her head in confusion.

Malfoy sat in the chair behind his desk and shrugged, "To study magic, become a better witch-"

Amelia groaned, "You know what I mean, why am I here in your office?"

Malfoy let out a sigh and Amelia watched as his demeanor changed, "I warned you, Amelia. I specifically told you to refrain from going out with Drake Phoenix. Now look where we are, if I hadn't been there who knows what may have happened!" He clenched his fists as he stared at her.

"What on earth are you going on about? You ruined my date, you-"

Malfoy clutched his chest in disbelief, "You think I ruined your date? I saved your life! Amelia, he drugged you! You could barely walk, let alone fend for yourself!"

He suddenly stood and walked towards the window, folding his hands into his pockets.

"He could've raped you. Fuck, that's probably what he intended to do."

Amelia crossed her arms, "He wouldn't do that. H-he's a nice guy. He liked me," she realized she couldn't come up with any reason to dismiss the fact that he had drugged her.

No one else had been close enough.

Then she remembered.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

Bile started to rise in her throat, and tears stung her eyes.

"Bastard." She whispered so low, she couldn't even tell if she'd really said it out loud.

Malfoy turned around and faced her.

"I'm sorry Amelia, truly. No one should ever have to experience that."