Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Mint, apples, and cologne.

I'm leaning over the sink, to examine the hickeys that are now brighter on my neck.

"Did you just say... Draco?!" Tori is still staring at me, mouth agape. I can still see the toothpaste in her mouth.

I'm frantically applying make up on my neck, hoping that it has enough coverage.

Tori leans against the counter, back facing the mirror. "This just got interesting."

I turn to her, "No. No, Tori. You cannot mention this, ok? He doesn't even remember last night," I go back to applying the makeup.

"How'd do you know?" She goes back to brushing her teeth.

I reply, "I kinda just ran into him on the stairs on my way here. He doesn't remember Blaise sleeping here last night."

I take a look at the mirror. You can't see them! Thank goodness! I take a deep sigh of relief before facing Tori.

"Tell no one, got it?" She nods as she rinses her mouth.

We both walk back to our beds, and I plop down, staring at my ceiling.
A minute goes by, before I hear Tori.

"So do you like him?"

I sit up on my bed and see Tori looking right at me. "What?"

"Are you attracted to Draco?" She tried to reword her words cause she knows I would never admit romantic feelings about anyone.

"He's not... too bad to look at," She raises her eyebrows in question.

I sigh, "Alright, I think he's hot... and he said I was the hottest girl at Hogwarts. You know what complimenting me does."

She looks at me curiously, "...and you were sober?"

I groan, "No... we drank a little."

She raises her eyebrows again, "Alright, we drank a lot."

She thinks for a second, "You know, he was actually drinking a lot more than usual after he talked to you last night."

I throw a pillow at her, "That's where he knew to find me!"

She catches the pillow before it hits her, "I didn't know you were hiding from him."

"I wasn't," I lift one shoulder, "I was just... surprised when I saw him on my bed."

Tori decided that was enough questions for now, and went to find Blaise.

I take a look at the clothes I borrowed from Draco. I grab them and examine them.
It's actually a cute shirt. Large black and green stripes with the Slytherin crest on the left chest. I flip it over and 'MALFOY' is printed on the upper back, similar to a jersey, but with different fabric.

Thankfully no one saw me leave his room this morning, or they definitely would've thought that we slept together 'again'.

I hold the shirt closer to my chest, and an aroma lingers around me: mint, apples, and a slight hint of his cologne.

I shiver as I deeply inhale the aroma, then I suddenly throw the shirt towards the door.

'Why the fuck did I just do that?'