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Well I just wanted to post some images from The Gif.. and… yeah now I’m going to bed
But they don’t realize I only gave myself to you
Only you can make me do the crazy things we do
♫ — Swish and Flick
I’ve been buried alive in assignments, projects, and studying these past few days, and I’ve got more things
threatening to eat me coming up, so it will be a while before I can get around to replying to the threads. :S
“I couldn’t care less about what the others have to say. I’m not giving up on you, Draco.”
Th-thank you so much! @///@;
He silently propped himself against the edge of the table before he spoke. “You know…it’s not polite to stare,” he said smoothly. In that moment, he had questioned himself, wondering why he had even bothered with the girl, but he stood his ground, nonetheless.
“Not to mention, you could get caught and it would, possibly, lead to an argument, and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
Astoria rolled her eyes at the condescending edge that hung off his drawl. She was used to getting classroom lectures from her professors, but from anyone else, it pricked her nerves. She looked up from the pages of her book, and carefully let her eyes sweep over his features and his overall posture. She wondered if he truly felt as sure of himself as he seemed to her, or if he was like a house of cards, and this all a front he put up. She wouldn’t be surprised if it was, but he had no reason to put on a brave face, not at least according to the front page headlines. His whole family has been pardoned, a decision from the Wizengamot that unsettled many.
He was free to go wherever he desired without having a trace put on him. And yet…she could see the tenseness in his jaw, in his neck, and in the way his knuckles whitened as he propped himself against her table. He was still defensive, and despite the part of her that told her it was best not to touch on this sensitive issue, a stronger side of her desired to know why.
"Mr. Malfoy." She smiled pleasantly. "Please, have a seat. You must be tired. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Draco did not move. No, instead, he continued to stare at her in return. After all, she had done it to him, why couldn’t he?
Astoria had been perched on a stool, coolly sipping her butterbeer, and enjoying her favorite hobby of people-watching when two, bright blonde heads seemingly floated into her field of vision. The identity of the newcomers escaped her notice at first. After all, she’s seen light-colored hair before; mostly after potions class, or when the occasional young Wizard decided to buck the system and be a rebel on the Quidditch field. Once she registered the angular face, and the distinct pallor of skin that belonged exclusively to one pureblood line, Astoria almost choked on her straw. Her mind flooded with a million questions at the implications behind their visit.
It was a shock to see the Malfoys again, in public nonetheless. Father and son stood together, proud and dignified, as if the events from the last couple of years had all been a collective nightmare. There was Lucius, looking self-assured as always, except he seemed to have shed the usual air of disdain that he once carried with him everywhere. The pub was silent as everyone’s gaze was directed at him. Astoria watched, doubtfully, as he approached Madame Rosmerta and began to converse with her, his initial discomfort from being surrounded by the motley inhabitants of the pub quickly melting away once the innkeeper seemed to pardon their interruption. Soon, noise and the sound of clinking glass resumed as everyone returned to their activity.
Astoria’s gaze slowly panned to the Malfoy heir.
She’s hasn’t seen him since the time he and the rest of his family were huddled together in the Great Hall. Compared to how he looked then, Draco seemed to have (however impossible it seemed) gained some color within the previous year. She could see that his hair had been combed as it fell in neat layers over the back of his head. He still kept the lithe frame from being a seeker for four years, and she wondered idly if he still played Quidditch in his spare time. It was an odd thought, as she almost never really thought about her former classmate unless someone brought him up (almost always for sleazy gossip that made her shake her head). She lazily sucked on her straw as she watched him tapping his foot, impatient for his father to finish his conversation.
Suddenly he turned, and his eyes seemed to lock on her’s. Flushed at being caught, Astoria hastily averted her stare. She reached into her knapsack and retrieved a small book, determined to look innocent even though she inwardly felt mortified, and guilty, not to mention a little indignant. She didn’t mean to drill a hole in the back of his head, but who could resist when there were so many rumors, some still circulating, that surrounded him and his family? Besides, she rationalized, it wasn’t everyday that a Malfoy decided to grace a place like the The Broomsticks with their prescence. Plus, that light hair stuck out like a sore thumb. Add all those factors together, and her staring could almost be excused!
She had looked away from him, but for some annoying reason, he wasn’t offering her the same courtesy. She ignored this, and deliberately turned a page, hoping that like everyone else, he would find her uninteresting to look at and move on.
Due to finals and back to school related stuff, I’ll be away for like 2-3 weeks.
Draco slightly tilted his head back to accommodate for Astoria’s new position against him. He lightly smiled to himself as she embraced him. Although he would never admit to it, there was a sense of security that washed over him whenever Astoria held onto him. That, by some miracle, she loved him as much as he loved her. It was a feeling that showed not on his exterior, but was held secretly hidden inside. Draco lightly placed a kiss on the top of her head as he draped his arm across her shoulder blades. Then Astoria began massage his back, knowing all the right spots to kneed her lean fingers into, impelling Draco’s eyes to drift shut. A low, and barely audible, hum came from the back of his throat as she worked her way up and down his back.
She smiled as his face visibly relaxed. She deftly kneaded away the little kinks in his muscles, and straightened away the knots in his back that made him tense. She can only picture how stiff he must be after lying on that uncomfortable couch in his study for a whole night. While her fingers worked away the stress for his back, she took the time to appreciate his…physique, now that he was too distracted by the heavenly massage to open his eyes and call her out on it. Even though she’s seen his surprisingly fit and toned body innumerable times before, her body never could seem to control itself when her eyes took him in for too long. Her tongue surreptitiously licked her bottom lip at the expanse of skin, despite the very faint scars that ironically instead of marring his perfection, only added to his appeal.
When she was sure the tension in his back was fully gone, she cleared her throat, quickly directing her lascivious gaze to a neutral point of focus. “I hope you enjoyed that, dear.” She said blushingly.
Even though he had released her, Astoria didn’t move from atop of him. Instead, her dark eyes roamed his bare chest, and Draco smirked slightly as she did this. He was about to ask her if she was enjoying the view when she spoke up. A low chuckle escaped his lips. “The poor girl. Wouldn’t even stand a chance,” he mused but you could easily hear the poorly concealed mirth. One of his hands reaching up to tuck some loose stands behind her left ear with the other caressing her thigh. Draco mentally rolled his eyes. Like he would ever hook up with some other girl. No other girl looked, smelled, or felt like Astoria; therefore could never satisfy him like Astoria could.
While his hands were busy with their ministrations, she snaked her arms around his bare torso and rested against his solid, lean frame. She lightly breathed in his cologne, as well as his personal scent, as that small icicle of jealousy from earlier smoothly melted. Deep down, she knew they would never find the same things that they loved about each other in any other person on Earth, muggle or otherwise. But nonetheless, she liked to keep him on his toes, and he liked to play along with her. It was simply another reason why she had found her match in him. She began to rub the stressed areas on his back in gentle, deep circles as her nails lightly grazed over his skin.
How do hetero
I actually had fun writing this. It’s so sweet my teeth are rotting, so thank you Jade. And for the condolences.
Birds chirp and trill among the branches of the tree where shafts of sunlight filter through, shimmering with a thousand particles of air. Astoria fingers the band of silver around Draco’s ring finger until it’s warm against the pads of her fingertips.
"I couldn’t care less about what the others have to say. I’m not giving up on you, Draco."
“You’re different, Astoria. You understand me.”
((This looks amazing!))
Draco smirked, picturing what would happen if he did just that. “Would that be before or after you murder her?” he chuckled under his breath. He could only imagine the amount of jealousy if he even looked at another woman. She still got upset when he would mention Daphne sometimes; which he tried not to unless it was brief. Not that she expressed such emotion, but Draco had learned to pick up on all her little habits. Like now, he could tell she was annoyed that he held onto her like she was some sort of possession. So feeling generous, he loosened his hold on her, but his hands, that had moved to her lower back, then shifted to her bum. He couldn’t help himself.
Astoria said nothing; she coolly cocked an eyebrow at him, and tilted her head slightly as if she was trying to solve a perplexing puzzle. Even after the War, he was still a spoiled boy inside. A hormonal teenage boy stuck inside a man’s body, she dryly addressed. At that, her eyes ravenously raked over his smooth, ivory skin and a wicked idea came to her head. But she felt like answering his question before anything else.
"O darling, you’d know I’d never use an Unforgivable.” She smiled, although she’d be shocked at how cold it was if she had a mirror. “That is why we still have the dungeons, after all.” She nonchalantly added as her fingers traced the line of his jaw.