If only it were that easy (draco malfoy 18+)

7 : draco wouldn't hurt you, right?

For the next few weeks you felt swept away by the million and one things going on in your brain, unable to comprehend even the time of day as the hours swept beneath your feet so quickly. Draco had been teasing you relentlessly, violently meandering between licking the insides of your ears with all of the things he wanted to do you and acting as if you were nothing more than an inconvenient piece of dirt on his shoe, simply bothering him.

It didn't take you long to realise that as soon as there was a single set of eyes on you his words became snarky and sharp, cutting into you deeply. Although you tried to not let it bother you, it did.

One set of eyes had seemed to be following you meticulously, popping up in even the most heated of moments; Blaise's distaste for yours and Draco's strange acquaintanceship had become far less subtle as the days progressed. If Draco so much as laid a finger on your arm in the company of the fellow Slytherin he seemed to be in deep trouble, dragged off by the hood of his robes. Even Pansy had started bothering you about it, and you couldn't help let her words bubble in your brain.

"He only wants you now he can't have you"

"Are you forgetting how he behaved after you had sex?"

"You'd only be hurting the people around you if you went back to him. Think about Cedric"

That last one particularly hurt when you let it spin round your head like water in a plug hole. Pansy had absolutely no business being so right. She didn't even like Cedric, probably less than most, and yet she still made these valid points.

You couldn't help but wonder what exactly had fuelled your fellow housemates distaste for the time you and Draco had given to each other. When you first crossed the idea with Blaise, all he had requested was that you sort it out, stop arguing all day if you were going to spend the night together anyway. And before that he seemed all too happy to talk with you about Draco, relaying his concern for both of you over late evening games by the fire.

Pansy had always been jealous, wriggling her nosy fingers around anywhere she could to sew a seed of doubt- "maybe it's a testament to how much he actually cares" after he had completely ditched you without a second thought. Things were different now, though, she wasn't secretly plotting ways to weasel herself in between you two with feigns of jealousy, now she seemed genuinely concerned for you, winding her wise words about self respect and returning to someone who treated you poorly deep into your mind.

What changed their tune? Sure, your fighting had become more than frustrating for them, dragging your housemates in between the conflict. You supposed that the idea of choosing sides had been difficult for them, after-all, you had known each other since you were just 11 years old. Perhaps they just didn't want to see you hurt, truth be told, you had really been hurting.

But something felt, off. There was no other way to explain it, like they were protecting you from him for some unknown reason. Ever since Blaise had spoken to you at the party, advising you stay away, things had been different.

"Y/n, don't think so hard, I can smell your hair burning"

You snapped your neck around, feeling whipped back in time to when you and Draco were dancing around your feelings like kids, when he kissed you with excitement rather than anger, when things were good.

It wasn't Draco, however, about to pounce on you and kiss you in a way that felt different to anyone else like he did that night oh so long ago, but rather Blaise, stood with his hands now on the back of the sofa.

"What?" You asked, trying not to sound snappy but feeling your stress reaching breaking point.

It was two days before everyone were to go home for Christmas, the time had felt like it was long overdue as if the universe was edging it to come faster, starting snowing far earlier this year than ever before. Your mind flashed back to that night in Hogsmeade alone in the snow. Why did it feel like yesterday when you knew it was weeks ago- time felt funny, but you managed to piece things together. Three weeks since the party, and two weeks before that to mark the official breakup. Five whole weeks.