Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

6.

I didn't sleep very well that night at all.

I could just feel Malfoy's touch around my waist, gripping me like a tightrope, like I was his. His hair, flopping just slightly over his eyes, giving him a sort of rugged look, which oh my- did it suit him. I'd never noticed how ashy his eyes were before until that night either, they were intriguing. Merlin knows why I spent all night obsessing over a boy I hated. It's just something about his eyes, how he was studying me, and how I reacted to every single touch and trace he left on my body. Him, watching the panic in my eyes in desire, like some sort of animal was inside of him. His pupils dilating as he gets closer to my neck, breathing me in, almost tasting me. But it was all fake, he was just trying to shame me, humiliate me.

I watched Pansy snoring from the other side of the room, such an ugly sleeper. I had no idea what Blaise saw in her, she's rude and spiteful, and she's really not that pretty; but her being with him has lifted her off my back a lot since first year, so I really shouldn't complain.

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The following morning was the first full day back at Hogwarts. I knew what classes I had today and I knew I would have to encounter Malfoy, which is the last thing I wanted after last nights incident.

I sighed in relief to spot that Pansy had gone down early to breakfast, therefore I didn't have to deal with her, I couldn't, I already have one too many Slytherins to deal with.
I effortlessly slip on my dressing gown and walk over to my shower. The bathroom floor was soaked, thanks Pansy, you lazy git.

I strip down and hop into the shower, letting the warmth of the water smother my body, desperately trying to relax ready for a long day of taunting ahead. I let the water drip down me freely, whilst standing there in my thoughts. The warmth that I felt in the comfort of my shower was nothing like what I felt with Draco last night, he was cold, his hands were so cold.

I knew I had potions first, and I knew Draco would be there, so I did my makeup. I know I shouldn't be doing my makeup for him, he doesn't deserve it; he's a vile human, but I wanted to prove a point to him that I'm not entirely disgusting. I unleash a spell from my wand to dry my hair perfectly, letting it dangle down in my wavy curls. I stare at my complexion in my mirror, my long eyelashes that flutter when I blink, my rosy lips, the shy freckles on my nose. I tuck my green tie into my collar, lining it up perfectly with my white buttons on my shirt. I slide in my blazer, letting the silk take in my arms, it sits perfectly on my upper body this year.

I knew something about this year would be different. I would be different. I was no longer the sad little girl who lashed out when attacked. I didn't need to dwell over not being in the red house with my friends, I am better then that, I don't deserve to suffer. I was now determined to be the girl who belonged in Slytherin, Muggle-born or not. And I will make sure everyone sees that in me, especially Malfoy.

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I look down at the time cluelessly and see I've been day dreaming again for too long, realising I'm now late to lesson. Not just any normal lesson, Snape's lesson. Brilliant.