Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Ten - Spilled

The atmosphere was electric. Everyone felt the base shaking from the ground beneath them, as the volume continued to surge. The music choices only encouraged their intoxicated debauchery. Hands flailed in the air, as bodies stirred to a primal rhythm.

The room was shadowed in dark green light, which allowed the couples to conduct their fondling in private. The majority of them were on the dancefloor or pressed against a wall. Bodies were grinding together, as they lost themselves in the moment.

Ophelia felt the heady atmosphere overtake her senses; feeling woozy from all the firewhisky she'd consumed. It's a good thing we're sitting down...

The group decided to pause the game while Pansy and Nott retrieved more drinks. Peering round to look, Ophelia spotted Theo had already caught the attention of a particularly attractive girl from the year below.

Fiddling with a lock of hair, she twirled on her tip-toes, curving her neck so her mouth was hovering below his. Ophelia giggled to herself as she watched the performance – only turning away when Nott took the hint and kissed the girl.

'What's so funny?' Blaise murmured in her ear.

His deep voice forced her to shudder. She felt herself copying the girl – pulling her hair round to one side, she twisted her body, so her neck was exposed to him.

She heard him release a sigh as he pressed his face into her neck, leaving a smattering of soft kisses. She didn't feel embarrassed to moan. The music was so loud she knew only he could properly hear her.

Her eyes flickered upwards, her lips parted, as she felt his tongue trace beneath her ear. The pleasure that rippled through her forced her to arch her back, pressing her chest more tightly against him.

It was fortunate that Blaise was preoccupied, since he missed the way Draco was watching them. Staring intently at Ophelia, his eyes burning.

She felt vulnerable – caught in a moment of ecstasy, with her body at Blaise's mercy – but Malfoy was the one watching.

There was a cruel bitterness to his expression, something entirely unyielding. It confronted her directly, compelling her to shut her eyes just so she didn't have to feel his judgement. She wanted to enjoy the moment – she didn't need to be distracted.

Still, with her eyes lidded, the face in her mind was his. His haughty presence troubled her – the way he looked down his nose at her. She couldn't wrap her head around his obvious disgust – why me?

His face singing through the darkness of her closed eyes.

It didn't help that she found him so captivating to look at. The sharp lines of his face were so deliberate, and even, he appeared hewn from alabaster. While his grey eyes struck her like an ambush.

Their faint luminescence forced her to stare into them for incriminating lengths of time. Startled like a deer in headlights.

She groaned as Blaise moved away, missing his contact on her skin. His eyes were dark, and his jaw tense, when they locked eyes. He looked ravenous.

She understood he'd only stopped because he couldn't withstand restraining himself. If he went further, he wouldn't be able to pull back. They were still sat with most of the group, after all.

But, more importantly, they both understood their feelings were mutual – they both wanted more.

Blaise pulled her down, so they were cuddling close on the sofa. Tracing a finger from the nape of her neck, down the length of her collarbone, before descending her arm.