handcuffs {draco malfoy}

three: pathetic

PATHETIC

"You two best head back to the dorms, people will start waking up soon." McGonagall instructed, gesturing to the door of her office.

Draco huffed and walked towards the door, pulling Esmeralda along with him.

Once they had covered enough distance not to be overheard by their professor, Esmeralda stopped sharply. Draco was forced to cease his quick strides, wincing in pain from the harsh pull on the cuffs and turning around to scowl at her.

"What's your fucking problem?" He growled.

"Don't fucking pull me around." Esmeralda snapped in a tone equally filled with hate, "I think you're forgetting that I'm the one watching over you. You don't call the shots here."

"You really think I'm going to listen to you?" He taunted, an evil smirk plastered on his face, "You're just as pathetic as all the other Gryffindor ass-kissers."

"I really don't think you're in a position to insult me right now, Malfoy." Esmeralda sneered, taking him by surprise by yanking him forwards by where their wrists were linked towards Gryffindor tower.

He cursed her under his breath but followed along until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Esmeralda muttered the password and progressed into the common room.

Draco eyed the Gryffindor common room judgementally, registering the crackling fire, red stuffed armchairs and extensive view of the grounds from the windows. Gold chandeliers were littered around the tower, with mahogany staircases leading to the dormitories up the tower.

Esmeralda was pleased to see no students thought that four in the morning was an appropriate time to wake up, so she quickly pulled Draco towards the stairs to the dorms.

"You can stop fucking pulling so hard." He muttered, trying to adjust the position of the metal clamped around his right wrist.

"Karma's a bitch." Esmeralda whispered back harshly.

"You're a bitch." Draco retorted under his breath, earning a harsh tug on the wrist.

After scaling to the top of the stairs, they made it to the door to Esmeralda's dorm. She sighed, pushing open the door to reveal the four-poster beds covered with thick scarlet blankets that were embroidered with gold accents.

"Well this is fucking ugly." Draco snorted, looking at the gold and red littered around the room.

"You lived in a dungeon, I can't imagine it's much better." Esmeralda fired back, "So how the hell do we do this?" She thought out loud, wanting to ensure as much distance could be maintained between them when they slept as possible.

"Fucked if I know." He said harshly, but clearly trying to assess the situation.

"If we drag the bed's kind of close, at least we don't have to be near each other." Esmeralda shrugged.

"Fine, but I'm not doing it." He spat, not even looking at her.

Of course he had to come over to the other bed with her due to their linked hands, but he refused to help her. When the bed had been pushed close to her own, they returned to the foot of the beds and looked awkwardly over them.

"This is beyond fucked." He muttered, moving between the beds to sit on his own.

"Trust me, I know." Esmeralda huffed as she shed her robe, leaving her feeling rather exposed in just a small singlet and shorts. Draco didn't appear to notice though, so she slid under the covers of her bed, arm hanging over where she was linked to the Slytherin.