I'm Better Off. You're Better Off.

[[ 12 ]]

Rewritten: 11/22/2020

A/N: For readers under the age 18, there is more adult actions described in this chapter, please proceed with causation. RATED: R. 

[Draco]

I glanced across the  Muggle Studies classroom, catching her eye.

I grinned slightly, as she flushed red with that gorgeous smile of hers. 

 Baie looked away, looking  at something Star was pointing at in the book.

I caught Haven's eye, and felt my pants tighten, noticing she forgot her stockings.

She bit on her finger a little, making direct eye contact with me and I just shifted a little.

"Fuck she's so fucking hot." Blasie admitted to my left, he seemed to be out of breathe too.

"Then why don't you take care of that..." I smirked, looking away from Haven's tempting body. 

"...she doesn't want me, mate." giggled Blasie, leaning closer to me. "She's looking at you like something out of the candy shop in Hogsmeade."

"I'm aware." I nodded slowly, blinking away glances my eyes were attemtping to force. "I can't."

"You're really trying for Marie, aren't you?" Blasie rose an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. "When is your date with her anyway?"

"Tonight at eight." I stated, placing my right hand up to my eyes as a literal blocker. 

My pants kept pleading me to look.

My eyes attempted to jerk my attention in Haven's direction.

My body agreed with my pants.

My heart, however, knew better.

I sighed heavily.

"Where will it be?" Blasie asked, attempting to push the conversation further.

"Quidditch Pitch." I stated, out of breath and found my eyes slipping a glance and to my relief she was leaning over and talking to Star and Baie.

Thank fuck...

"How's the 'project' going?" Blasie pushed, using air quotes.

"Half way done." I stated, and found my eyes kept trying to catch Haven's eyes again.

I felt this internal conflict begin to push and shove.

Haven was annoying as fuck, but - 

- GOD -

- she can ride...

I bit my lip.

Turned my head and caught Baie's eyes.

I felt my pants loosen a little, which made my head spin with questions.

I caught her frown when I glanced away quickly.

What the fuck am I suppose to do about this?

* * * 

Frustrated, I tossed an entire side of the cupboard across the room.

For a second, I debated on just burning the entire model.

Just not doing it.

Let them figure out their own way in.

"Malfoy...?" came a female voice, which caused me to freeze. I stood quickly and waved my wand to cover the remains of the cupboard, and the half built model.