"Shut up right now." He says, covering my mouth with his hand.
For a moment we both stare at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
My body is frozen against the wall. All I can focus on is Draco's minty breath that dances across my face.
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"I suppose we should pick up where we left off, Monet." Draco says, turning around to face me.
The smirk is still prominent on his face and I feel myself blushing.
"I only chose you because Blaise and Théo are like brothers to me and I'm not a huge fan of incest." I do my best to look confident but Draco's smirk has me melting.
"Of course, love. Whatever you say."
He takes a seat next to me on the bed. There's a long silence but, somehow, it doesn't feel awkward. Instead, it feels tense. I glance over at his loose white t-shirt and his grey sweatpants. How can he look so good in his pyjamas? I look back at my clothes- a baggy green shirt and some black pyjama shorts. Definitely not my best look.
"Well we can't just sit here in silence for 10 minutes." I say, in an effort to break the tense atmosphere.
"Oh? Would you rather do something else to fill the time?" He teases, playfully biting his lip.
I glare at him and begin to wander around the room.
My attention is drawn to his dresser which is adorned with books and quidditch trophies. As I slide my fingers across the book spines, skim reading the titles, I feel a sudden familiar icy sensation grab my wrist.
Draco spins me round and tightly grips my face in his free hand. He studies my face for a moment before brushing my lip with his thumb.
"Francesca," I slightly nod my head in response, my eyes fixed firmly on the floor, scared of what I'll do next if they meet his. "Look at me."
I do my best to ignore him but, in one swift movement, Draco pushes my chin up so I have no choice but to stare at his perfectly carved face.
"I think its funny," he starts, an evil grin sneaking onto his lips, "how you put on such a confident facade around other people, but when it comes to me its like your on trial at Azkaban."
"Maybe its my way of telling you to fuck off." I spit back.
"I don't think so." Draco's grey eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, making my heart beat faster than ever before. "You know, I think Pugface was right earlier. I think you're secretly infatuated with me."
"In your dreams, Malfoy."
"Oh really? So if I were to kiss you now, you wouldn't feel... anything?"
