Touch Starved | Draco Malfoy

" Astra's grey eyes trailed Draco's frame as it drifted around the quidditch field. Unbeknownst to her, pupils dilated at the sight, filling with the curiosity that plagued her - body & soul. Thin, pale fingers uncurled from the white-knuckled grip she had on the fringe of the scarf she wore. "

She could watch him - She could even speak to him. But the one thing she wouldn't allow herself?

Physical touch.

Astra Pomfrey is a pureblood who has every intention to fight the bewitching qualities of the sole heir to the Malfoy name. She believes she can tolerate his scent, his voice, his appearance - but touching him? Tasting his lips? It's the only thing Astra is certain would bring her into Draco's control. And Draco - who already has a potential betrothal hanging over his head agrees.

The moment their flesh meets is the very moment they both believe will damn them.