addicted

chapter three

Draco
The emerald-green glow of the fireplace lit up her soft, smooth cheeks.

A twinkle shone in her beautiful, deep hazel eyes.

The bright smile she wore was enough alone to make someone happy, let alone her gorgeous features.

Pearly-whites were revealed as she continued to laugh, a gentle and delightful sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Strands of long, brown hair decorated her head and flowed down past her shoulders.

The thin, curved shape of her body sat so peacefully in the chair.

I wanted her so badly.

I wanted to feel the touch of her dainty little fingers on my body.

I wanted to feel her soft, cherry lips on mine.

I wanted to feel her smooth face cupped in my hand.

I wanted to feel her perfect body under mine.

I wanted to make her happy.

I wanted her to make me happy.

I needed her.

I wanted to be with her as much as I hated her.

That was the problem.

I despise her.

She despises me.

But the way that she moves, the way that she tosses her shining hair behind her back, the way that her grin stretches across her face, the way that she sits, so focused on her reading.

It is so hard to hate and love someone at the same time.

But the feeling that I get when she's around is incredible.

The butterflies in my chest and stomach.

The warm rush of air that runs around my body.

The strong beating of my heart.

Is that love?
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The quiet sound of her book closing jolted me out of my soft slumber.

She looked at me once before lifting herself off the couch and walking upstairs. I bolted up and tailed behind her, careful not to make a sound.

Just as she was on the top step, I grabbed her thin body.

There it was. The butterflies.

I felt my cheeks grow pink as she looked at me, confused.

A look that went straight down to my core.

"Listen to me, Anne. Please, you have to stay safe, don't make bad choices. Consider what your doing before you do it-" I started.

She wasn't even listening. Her eyes were focused on something.

My lips.

"I said fucking listen!" I yelled, but as soon as the words rolled off my tongue, the familiar pang of regret filled my body.

She looked up at me, scared.

"I'm here to protect you, but you have to make good choices, okay?" I asked, trying to sound nicer.

The sweet sound of her voice filled the air.

"Wait wait, Malfoy. I don't need a babysitter. I'm in sixth year. I'm a big girl now," she said, rolling her eyes. I was so caught up in her beauty that it took me a few seconds to come up with a response.

"Fuck, I forgot how stubborn you are.  Just try to stay safe. Don't do dumb shit. Understand?" I managed to say.

It hurt me, deep from the bottom of my heart to talk to her like that.

She stared to turn away.  No, I grabbed her and pulled her close to me, our faces inches apart.

This was it.

No, I couldn't, not here.

Yes, the only hope.

No, not now.

Yes, do it.

No, not yet.

I held her face in my chin.  She almost melted at my fingertips.

Lavender.

"I asked you a question," I said, in a stern tone.

She looked dreamy and finally stuttered.

"Yes, I understand,"

"Precisely," I said, and as much as I didn't want to, I let go of her chin and walked back downstairs.

I pinched myself so hard.

What was I doing?

Messing around with girls, Father would be disgusted.

I had to focus on my task. The only thing I had time for.

But how was I supposed to focus on my task, if something else was in the way.

Something more important.

My perception of, well...

Love.