Chapter 36: Dessert
Song: The Walls - Chase Atlantic
Draco was in his study when Granger walked in with her book and sat in the chair across from him, his desk the only barrier between them.
He took her in, noticing her relatively tight fitting clothes. His mind wandered shamelessly despite his efforts to avoid them. Draco couldn’t help but admire the slytherin green sweater she wore - is that for me? He fought his laughter.
She met his eyes briefly before opening her book and practically shoving her nose in it. So we’re acting like nothing happened yesterday then?
He thought for a moment, waiting to see if she would say anything. He couldn’t believe the one person who had something to say about everything, didn’t have something to say about this.
“I think we should-“, he began, but she raised a hand to him.
“It won’t be necessary”, Granger responded. Won’t be necessary?
Draco quirked an eyebrow in confusion and narrowed his eyes at her. “You don’t even know what I was going to say”, he pushed. Unless you see the future now too. Just something else to add to her “I know everything” attitude.
“I did”, she insisted, closing the book and leaning back in the chair slightly. Oh really?
“Enlighten me then, Granger”, he teased, the corner of his lips lifting devilishly. When she didn’t respond he demanded, “Tell me.”
“You were going to say we should discuss what happened yesterday. You kissing me, me kissing back. But it isn’t necessary, Malfoy.” The words practically poured out of her mouth automatically. He knew why, but it still surprised him to hear her be so blunt.
She appeared to be almost surprised by her words herself. You could have told me willingly, love, but you have to be difficult, don’t you?
“So you kissed back”, he commented. I know you did, but I want to hear you say it.
“Yes, the sky is blue, thestrals can fly, and magic is real. You were there, do you need anything else explained that is quite obvious at this point?“, she told him. He loved when she was feisty, and it excited him more than he could ever admit. Draco couldn’t help but continue to push her buttons just to see her unravel before him. Instead of responding, he chuckled lightly, knowing it would set her ablaze with frustration.
“Why did you want to talk about it?“, she asked him.
“No reason”, he said nonchalantly, pretending to dive back into his work. Gonna have to try harder than that, Granger.
“Please tell me”, she practically begged. He could hear it in her voice, and the sound went to his groin. His eyes flickered to hers in question. You’ve got my attention.
She rose from the chair and walked around the desk and it felt all too familiar. She leaned against the desk, lightly resting on it, and put her hand close to his without touching it. “Please”. He was painfully aware of her proximity.
He looked up at her, “I thought you were too good to beg, Granger”, he teased. But I know you’ll do it if you’re desperate, and I want you to.
“What can I say? I can be an insatiable woman”, she ventured. His eyes darkened. Is that right?
He touched her fingers lightly with his, using his index finger to draw gentle circles on the top of her hand. “Never thought I’d see the day you and I had something in common”, he responded raspily.
She stepped slightly closer, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up.
Her knees touched his and he placed his hands firmly on her hips, causing her to inhale sharply. “Why did you want to talk about it?“, she asked again. He bit his cheek.
“Because I want it to happen again”, he finally admitted, jerking her onto his lap so she straddled him. She gasped in response and he could feel the heat of her even through both of their pants. Fuck.
He grasped her chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him. “Do you?“, he asked. She nodded in response but it wasn’t enough. “Say it”, he commanded. I need to know you want it too. Undoubtedly.
“Yes”, she affirmed, and then his lips were on hers again. The kiss was soft, but burned just as much as their first. But this one was hesitant, unsure, on both of their behalves.
He lowered his hands to her thighs and she lightly pressed down harder against him. Merlin. He squeezed them gently, loving the way she was curvier here than he had ever noticed. More of her to feel.
Her arms circled around his neck and her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. He bit her lip in approval and she moaned, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Nothing caused a more physical reaction than seeing her react to his touch this way.
He grinned and moved to suck on her neck, smiling against it when she gasped. Her skin was soft and thin there, making it all the more appealing for Draco.
Suddenly she pulled away and he gave her a puzzled look. Too rough for you, love? I can be much rougher than that...I want to be.
“I...I’m sorry I...“, she hesitated. Draco was truly confused. The sounds she had emitted in response to him didn’t match up with how she was acting now, and her hesitation to speak her mind.
“What? Too good for this?“, he asked her, scrunching up his face slightly. He was irritated now. She thinks she’s too good for me specifically, doesn’t she. Maybe she is.
“No! Malfoy I just...“, she trailed off. Granger clearly couldn’t find the words but Draco was quickly growing impatient.
“Out with it”, he said, removing his hands from her hips. She climbed off of his lap and took a few steps back, which frustrated him even more. So disgusted you can’t even be near me now? Unbelievable. The absolute arrogance...
“You’re dating Pansy”, she stated, crossing her arms. Come again? Draco laughed loudly at this. He couldn’t help it. She truly couldn’t be the ‘brightest witch of our age’ if she couldn’t even figure this one out.
“What? You think cheating on her is funny?“, she demanded. Merlin, Granger. You aren’t daft, come on now. I’ll have to let Pansy know we truly are putting on a good show - fit to fool even the cleverest of witches.
“Regardless of what you perceive to be true, I’m not cheating on her”, he said, still chuckling. Part of him wanted to correct her, but he thought better of it. Although it wasn’t like she could spill the tea to anyone, he wouldn’t dare risk Pansy and Daphne’s relationship. Their lives even, if it were to get back to the Dark Lord somehow.
“Okay well what about your job? I can’t imagine your boss would be thrilled about you moving in on your prisoner. Wouldn’t want to jeopardize what I’m here for, right?“, she said. Moving in on? I’d like to do much more than that...
Draco scoffed, “Somehow I doubt he would care if I was ‘moving in’ on his prisoner”, he shook his head condescendingly.
“Then...well, I mean”, she appeared even more confused. Like she was scrambling for an excuse to prevent things from going any further. He supposed he couldn’t blame her for it. Given the situation. Given who they were. But it bothered him nonetheless, because he wasn’t doing it.
He wasn’t trying to hide what he wanted, although deep down he definitely was. He wanted much more than to kiss her while she sat on his lap. He wanted to do things that would get him killed. Things that would make her entire face turn crimson-red.
“It’s not like I’m going to bend you over the desk and fuck you Granger”, he said bluntly, looking back to his papers, full of anger. But I wish I could. Probably would if you let me...
“Is this really funny to you? Snogging your prisoner and just taking what you want without asking?“, she took a step forward this time, now apparently angry herself. It sparked his interest even though he hated it. He loved her attitude, her fire.
Draco stood abruptly and backed her against the wall, boxing her in with his hands pressed against the wall behind her. Her breathing hitched in response. Let’s not forget who’s in control here.
“Let’s get something clear. Yes, you are my prisoner - the Dark Lord’s - whatever you want to call it. And yes, I do take what I want, but you are the one who said yes. You told me yourself you wanted it to happen again as well. So tell me Granger, what is it that I’ve taken without asking?“, he stared hard into her eyes. He knew there was nothing she could rebut to this.
She didn’t respond, because there wasn’t anything. Point made.
He scanned her face before smirking. “That’s what I thought.”
“Why do you care?“, she asked, his hands still on either side of her head.
I don’t care, he proceeded to deny it even to himself. Always on the fence between taking it for himself and thinking logically.
“Who said I did?“, he retorted.
“Why did you even ask? If I’m right and you ‘take what you want’ then why did you even bother to ask if I did too?” His expression dropped. Damnit.
His jaw ticked lightly and he gritted his teeth together in frustration. Clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Do you take me for a rapist? Is that how low you think of me? Someone who sexually assaults women? Tell me the truth”, he said. Please don’t think that. I’m not a good person, but I’m not those things either.
“No, but how would I know? I barely know you really...you barely know me”, she said truthfully. She was right. And he hated that she was right.
Draco sighed in resignation.
“Well, now you know that much.” He pushed off of the wall and returned his chair feeling somewhat defeated, the moment having long passed. Maybe it was for the best.
He understood where she was coming from, but did she understand? What he had been through? What he had seen and done? She surely didn’t understand what he was feeling. And if she did, it wasn’t nearly on the same level.
He was almost certain she must be bored and was finding slight interest in teasing the only candidate in her environment for entertainment. The thought made him sick. She had no idea how he was feeling, but he couldn’t tell her.
“By all means, don’t halt your reading on my account”, he gestured towards the seat across the desk when he saw she was still standing against the wall awkwardly. Don’t leave...I know this is an odd situation, just don’t leave me alone. I’m tired of being alone. Anything but that.
She nodded briefly, walking slowly back to the chair and picking up her abandoned book. He was surprised that she didn’t put up a fight about it. It wasn’t as if he gave a warm invitation for her to stay, but it was the best his arrogance would allow.
It worked, that was all that mattered.
The rest of the week was rather uneventful. Paperwork, Granger, Drink, Sleep. Repeat.
No other...physical...incidents happened in that time, much to his vexation.
She haunted his dreams, his thoughts, his days. She was always there in his head, even if she wasn’t physically with him, and he was growing far too comfortable with it.
On Friday, he was called in to a meeting and left his study before Granger even arrived. If she arrived. He simply assumed she would, but the thought of her not showing up bothered him slightly, even though he had no way of knowing.
He took his seat at the table when he arrived, nodding slightly to his friends in the process. They were all still feeling disconsolate over Theo, and the thoughts resurfaced everytime they were all at the Dark Lord’s table together.
Everyone rose when he walked in, standing straight at attention in complete silence. No one knew why they were there, and the anticipation was palpable in the room.
“Ah, my loyal followers, always quick to my side when needed”, he acknowledged. The Dark Lord took his seat and gestured for everyone else to do the same.
He appeared much more content than usual, and it was unsettling. Blaise sent glances in Draco’s direction from across the table and he returned them subtly when the Dark Lord wasn’t watching.
Suddenly servants began pouring into the room with trays of food, served with beer and spiked teas for those who requested it. If Draco was lost before, he was far from home by now. What the bloody hell is going on?
He tried to eat, but could barely stomach anything. No one ever knew what the Dark Lord had up his sleeve. Especially not now.
“Wasn’t that delicious”, he asked the table when everyone had finished eating. They all nodded eagerly in response, thanking him for the food.
The Dark Lord had not eaten any of it. Simply sipped from a goblet full of red liquid that Draco was willing to bet his life on was filled with unicorn blood or something repulsive and sadistic. He didn’t even want to know.
“Anyone up for dessert?“, he asked, and the hall went still and quiet. This wasn’t a question. It was made like a statement, with a dark tone that implied something indecipherable.
He waved his wand and the double doors at the end of the hall flew open. Right at that moment, death eaters came in dragging two people by the arms, their feet dragging against the floor.
Both had white blonde hair and bright blue, innocent eyes. An older man, and a girl that looked to be Draco’s age. It was right at that moment that he recognized the two of them.
Xenophilius Lovegood and his daughter Luna Lovegood.
His stomach practically fell to his feet. He hadn’t known Luna Lovegood, rather knew of her - Loony Lovegood at Hogwarts. But she had been trapped in the Malfoy Manor dungeons for months, which wasn’t his own fault, but he felt guilty regardless.
What he did know was that she was potentially the most innocent person he had ever seen or heard of. He was horrified to learn what was about to happen to her and her father.
“These two blood-traitors were caught in Romania”, the entire table of Death Eaters scowled in response to the Dark Lord’s words.
“They were trying to buy, what was it called?“, he turned towards the guards but Luna chimed in.
“A crumple-horned snorkack! They’re native to Sweden but-“, she was cut off by a slap to the face from one of the guards. Draco tried hard not to react but it still made him feel sick. Her cheek was quickly turning pink.
“I think it’s safe to say to say they didn’t find a dealer, but they did find some of our colleagues”, he chuckled and the table erupted with laughter.
“If I remember correctly, they were involved with the Order, were they not, Minister?“, he asked, turning to face him.
“Yes, my Lord”, Draco told him truthfully. Not that he had a choice.
“Well, I fear with your Minister duties you have been kept from all the fun. I wanted to thank you for your work by giving you the honors”, he told him.
Draco thought he might empty the contents of his meal on the spot. He nodded confidently.
“I believe that with the potential connection between the Incendiaries and the Order, it would be safe to assume they have information we would find valuable”, the Dark Lord gestured his wand towards the Lovegoods.
Draco took out his wand and walked over to stand in front of them. He couldn’t show hesitation or fear, no matter how much he wanted to.
He aimed his wand at Xenophilius first and cast a crucio curse. Xenophilius writhed on the ground, screaming in pain, Luna kept her eyes on the floor.
Draco hit him with crucio after crucio until he barely moved. Everytime he refused to answer a question, which was everytime the Dark Lord asked one, Draco was forced to repeat the action.
“Finish him”, he instructed. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, but like the Dark Lord said, it had been a while. He had no desire to return to these Death Eater duties. Compared to this, Minister of Magic duties were a piece of cake.
Draco took a deep breath before pointing his wand at Xenophilius and shouting, “Avada Kedavra!” Green light erupted from his wand and struck Xenophilius, finally putting him out of his misery.
Luna wept silently, tears flowing down her cheeks, but otherwise remaining calm in a way that only Luna Lovegood could. She had more courage as a Ravenclaw than any Gryffindor ever could.
“I have a hard time believing this one has any information, or even could retain it if she did. I’ve never seen such an addlebrained witch in my entire life”, he said angrily. No one laughed this time, they knew better.
The Dark Lord was clearly irate with the lack of information he expected to receive that day. Hours had passed and the sun was going down. Draco was exhausted from the extensive use of dark magic for the first time in months.
“Kill the girl”, he commanded, and stormed out of the room, leaving wreckage of tables, chairs, and cutlery behind him that he had blasted many times.
Draco couldn’t, but he had to.
“It’s okay Draco”, Luna’s voice whispered to him, in his ear, as if she was right there. What the?
How was she doing that?
“You don’t have a choice. I don’t blame you for those months in the dungeon. You were just a kid, we all were. It’s okay Draco”, she told him, where only he could hear it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and aimed his wand.
Luna smiled at him softly, airy blue eyes set on his, and nodded.
“Avada Kedavra”, he said loudly, but with little enthusiasm. Enough to do the job.
Her eyes went blank and rolled back into her head, her body collapsing on the floor as the green jet of light overtook her.