the chase (draco malfoy)

chapter twelve

Draco lays on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head, looking rather comfortable while I sit at the foot of the bed twiddling with my fingers, unsure of what to do with myself. His sweatshirt is slightly lifted, exposing a small part of his toned stomach. I look up and my eyes meet his as redness creeps up my cheeks from the embarrassment of being caught. 

Draco pats the space on the bed beside him, wordlessly requesting that I lay next to him. I oblige. 

I stare at the ceiling with my hands laced across my stomach. My heart beats faster as he shifts on to his side to look at me. He raises his hand to my face and carefully traces my jawline, his thumb slowly moving up to my lower lip. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about your mouth since the day at the lake." he says softly. My heart rate increases once again. My eyes remain glued to the ceiling as I take in a shaky breath. As much as I want to let my walls down and melt into him the hurt from his betrayal still lingers. 

"Tell me everything I missed." He says, lowering his hand and placing it on my hip. 

"What?" I ask, still not allowing myself to glance over at him. 

"Every part of your life that I've missed for the last three years, tell me everything." He says, resting his head on my shoulder. 

"I'm really not that interesting." I say.

"You are to me," he whispers.

I start at the beginning. I tell Draco about the night of the sorting, how angry my parents had been, and how the older Hufflepuff girls had taken me under their wing. I purposely leave out the part of the summer between first and second year, unwilling to share the details of the heartbreak I'd endured at his hands. I tell him about how I met Hermione, who introduced me to Harry. He scoffs at every mention of the golden trio's names. I tell him about Hannah and how she had been such a good friend to me. I tell him about this year and the Triwizard tournament, careful to not mention any details of my relationship with Cedric. At some point during my rambling, he had lifted my shirt only slightly. His finger traces the bare skin the covers my hip bone and butterflies erupt in my stomach. The sun is beginning to set outside and my bedroom is growing darker by the minute.

"So, that leads us to now," I say. He raises his head to look at me, smiling. His hand still rests on my exposed hip.

"I wish I'd been a part of it." He says quietly. 

"Your turn." I say and he sighs, flopping back on the bed.

"There's nothing to tell," he says, and I roll over to face him.

"I met Crabbe and Goyle at the beginning of my first year, who introduced me to Blaise and Pansy, and we've been tormenting Gryffindors ever since."

"Hufflepuffs too," he adds, glancing over at me apologetically, "but I'll put a stop to that now that you're my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend?" I ask, fighting the smile that threatens to spread across my face.

"Of course," he says nonchalantly, "I'm not fucking around."

"What makes you so sure I want to be your girlfriend?" I tease. He looks sideways at me and smirks.

Before I have the chance to react, he flips over and lays on top of me, pinning my arms next to my head. His head dips down and his lips brush against my neck. My body ignites at his touch. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. 

"You want to be a tease, huh?" he says, softly kissing my neck and collarbone. I sigh softly. Every ounce of my being craves his lips on mine, but I refuse to be desperate.

He brings both of my hands together above my head and restrains them with one hand. He brings his free hand and lifts my chin, his mouth only centimeters from mine. My eyes flash between his eyes and his lips and he chuckles. 

"You wanna kiss me now?" He says mockingly, and I don't respond. 

"Say you'll be my girlfriend, and I'll give you everything you want." 

As much as I want to resist him, as much as I want to keep my walls up, when I'm with him it's like nothing else matters. All I can think about is his lips on mine. I crave it, I need it. 

"I want to be your girlfriend." I say, breathlessly as his free hand travels down my chest and his arm hooks around my lower back. He presses his lips to mine with the same passion and fire from before. He releases my hands and brings his now free hand to my neck. I bring my hands down to his hips, pulling him closer to me, desperate to be as close as we can. He groans into my mouth and grips my throat tighter.

He unhooks his arm from behind my back and uses his hand to push up my shirt, exposing my stomach. He kisses my neck and slowly travels down my chest, kissing all the way down my stomach to the top of my waistband. The soft kisses he leaves on my hip bones send shivers up my spine and cause a soft moan to fall from my lips. He sits up suddenly and removes his sweatshirt, completely exposing his bare torso. He looks breathtaking in the faint light peeking through the window. He hovers over me, his hand gently rubbing my cheek. 

"You're so beautiful," he says before kissing me again. His tongue slips into my mouth and he presses his hips against me once more. He wraps both arms around my lower back and flips us over so I'm sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. He lifts the bottom of my tank top and without hesitation I break the kiss, raising my arms and allowing him to take my shirt off. My lips find his again and he fiddles with the clasp of my bra.

"There's a condom in my pocket," he says, and I freeze. I sit up and climb off of him, suddenly aware of my exposed body and scrambling to cover myself with the blanket. The light from the window has almost faded completely but I can still make out the look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong? What did I do?" He asks, sitting up and grabbing my hand, bringing it to his lips. 

"N-Nothing," I stutter, my voice shaky. All of my insecurities rise to the surface and the walls I thought had been knocked down are slowly built back up.

"Annabelle, don't lie to me," he says, his voice a mix of stern and soft as he cups my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. The moment he puts the pieces together the discovery is evident on his face.

"You're a virgin." He says, not asking but rather concluding. He sighs.

"You're not." I reply in the same tone. 

He pauses for a moment before wrapping me in his arms and kissing me on top of my head. 

"I'm sorry," he whispers into my hair, "I just thought-"

"Don't." I say, and he hugs me tighter.

"Whenever you're ready," he says quietly.