Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Forty: Insanity

Violet

The moment the sweet potion had slid down my throat, was the moment my high came crashing down. Quickly replacing itself with a very different kind of high.

One which made heat pool in my stomach, causing fire to go shooting through my veins. My skin prickled, burning up.

I barely noticed that the vial had exploded into a million shards of glass by my feet.

I was too busy focussing on the blood surging through my eardrums, accompanied by the throb of my own racing heart.

Hot, short breaths fell from my parted lips, rising up into a panic, and I kept my eyes trained on the splinters of glass. Arousal and shock kept slowly seeping through my veins, nearly paralysing me for how intense it felt.

Draco was stood only a few meters away. And it was a few meters too close for comfort.

The sheer presence of his body and soul in this bathroom made my legs shake, uncontrollably. I knew he was staring - as stunned and speechless as I was - yet I didn't dare glance up at him. Because Merlin help me, if I even looked at him right now I'd - I'd

- A vivid image of his striking face flashed in my thoughts and a shiver - no, a violent shudder of wanting racked through me.

I sucked it a gasp, hugging my arms across my sensitive chest. Keeping my thighs clenched together so firmly I could barley move.

Not realising what I was doing, I slowly sank to my knees next to where the vial had shattered. Trembling and shivering like I had a fever.

Not knowing what the fuck was going to happen now, but realising one thing:

I'd fucked up.

Big time.

Arousal rolled off me in waves, creating an ache so intense between my legs I had to bite my lip to restrain my self from letting out a wanton sigh.

Nearly delirious with desire, I acted on instinct. Began trying to pick the biggest shards of glass up in some pathetic attempt to clear the mess. It was all just a weak attempt at distracting myself from him. And from the effects of the potion.

Him, whose footsteps I didn't hear until a pair of black, polished shoes appeared by my feet.

He was proclaiming something in a sharp tone. But I couldn't hear any words being spoken. There was water in my ears. Fire in my blood.

And my heart was contricting, fluttering and sinking all at once; I couldn't breathe for how much it ached. Couldn't focus, couldn't think - I could only wish to feel. Him. I could only wish to lessen the ache between my legs and feel him inside of me and- and- Breathe Violet, breathe!

"Ouch!"

The painful feeling of glass cutting into my palm shocked me into my senses, slightly.

I sucked a gasp through my clenched teeth. Staring down at the scarlet streak of blood as it slid down to my wrist, dumbfounded. It was like I'd finally finally snapped back into focus again.

"I said not to pick it up!"

His wiry voice cut out above me, harsh as blast of artic air. Those mere soundwaves crashed into me, sending shockwaves of lust rifling through my blood. I sprung to my feet, clutching my shaking wrist.

Keeping my eyes safely trained to the blood gushing out of my palm, I stumbled back a few steps. Glass crunched and exploded beneath my shoes. Cutting out above my ragged gasps.