Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Forty-Four: Punishment

*Update: Okay I remember I had to take like 9 tiktok breaks writing this chapter lmao, it gets weird af, so uh, vote?! 😀✨😼
^ also this is the chap that needs editing the most in the whole story because I wrote the second half of it on the bus so it's kinda rushed lol my bad x

It's 3 years later and I can not even think about this chapter let alone read it without wanting to slam my head into the wall. I really hope ghosts do not exist because if the ghosts of my ancestors are looking down on me they are probably thinking 'babe, wtf . My husband died in a war for this '. -- 'Well Doris I'd like to see you try and write wizard BDSM.' 

Violet

Peace. Quiet. Privacy. Isolation -- they were all things in which I craved right now.

I knew I'd find them here, in the old classroom on the ground floor. So without any further thought to it, I swung the door open and slipped inside, shutting it swiftly behind me. Locking it. Then leaning back to catch my breath back.

My eyes stayed screwed shut; tension had created a heavy band around my head, and I could've murdered for one of Fred's cigerettes right about now--

"-- Afternoon, Lockwood."

I shrieked.

Snapping my eyes open, I scanned them across the shadowy classroom. Dust drifted down through shards of sunlight seeping in through the windows - I had to squint through them to focus on the darkened figure which was lurking behind the desk a few meters away.

Draco was reclining in a leather swivel chair. Black boots propped up on the cluttered surface. Holding and spinning a globe in his hands.

My hand automatically tightened around the doorknob as I glanced up and met his eyes. Even from here, they were glinting: smug and scornful -- just as I'd remembered.

"You look as though you've just seen a ghost." His wry voice cut out into the silence. Out dragged a sigh through my nose. I straightened up, meeting his stare with an equally as intense one of my own. On the inside though -- I was trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Why are you in here?" I asked sharply.

"Could ask the same for yourself." He shot back, giving the globe in his hands another rough spin.

"But i'll be honest with you, shall I?" He shrugged a shoulder, expression careless. "I followed you. I saw you from the window -- watched you slip into the corridoor and I figured you might have come here."

I narrowed my eyes, still overwhelmed by the fact he was here -- I hadn't had contact him for over a month. And yet now we were together again, in the same room. Talking. Arguing. Somehow, it all managed to feel weirdly natural.

"How did you manage to get in here before me then?" I questioned. Draco shrugged again, never tearing his steely gaze from mine.

"I don't have little legs. So I get to places faster." He flashed me a false smile.

"But now that you've joined me, come on in. Take a seat. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He nodded at the desk infront of him and I took a step forwards without thinking. Then stopped, frowning.

"What do you want?" I asked, not bothering to hide the suspicion in my voice. "I thought we were-"

"-Ignoring eachother?" Draco shrugged his shoulder once more. I clenched my jaw, thinking to myself if he shrugged his stupid fucking shoulder one more time I'd rip it off. Then I blinked, snapping back into focus as his well-spoken voice cut through into my thoughts.