Dark Blood // D.M.

THE FALL

Armena Riddle-Lestrange

I laid in my bed for hours after sneaking back in my room last night. Pansy was still passed out in bed and snoring, I was almost positive nothing could wake her at this moment. I groaned as I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position but the mattress felt like it had a thousand tiny little rocks underneath the white sheet. I let out an exasperated sigh and flipped over in my bed, away from the sleeping Pansy Parkinson. I stared out onto the grounds, watching the dark night sky as light rain trickled down the stained glass. 

Draco and I hated each other. 

Well, maybe not hate, but it we pretty much despised each other. Whatever we felt before the Prefect Bathroom, that feeling of mutual distain completely disappeared. The way our bodies molded into each other was like pure blissful magic. It was like we were made for each other but at the same time two very different people. Every time I closed my eyes, my thoughts were flooded with images of his body pressed into my own. 

His hands all over my body. 

His lips against my skin. 

Him inside of me. 

Fucking bloody hell. 

I felt the burn moved up into my core. 

"Ughh" I groaned, flipping around to my other side.

My eyes landing directly on a sleeping Pansy Parkinson, which didn't help either. I definitely wasn't getting any sleep this morning. I sat myself up in bed and reached over to grab the clock sitting on my nightstand.

7:00 A.M.

"Damn it!" I hissed to myself. 

The great hall would be open shortly for breakfast and honestly I wouldn't mind a quiet minute alone. I slowly move out of bed, trying not to stir Pansy. I tiptoed over to my dressing cabinet and slipped pair of black jeans and my Slytherin jumper. My fingers moved quickly though my hair, gathering it into a braid down my back. I carefully opened the door, trying not to make it creak or make noise in the process. I created just enough space where I am able to slip out through the tiny opening. I let out along breath as I walked down the darkly lit hall towards the great hall.

****** 

The Great Hall

"There you are!" a shrill shriek echoes in the nearly empty hall. 

I jerk my head up, spotting Naomi, Blaise, Oliver and Draco walking towards me. Naomi skips a step and throws her body next to mine. Not even waiting a minute to fill her plate with the delicious food. I flicker my eyes to Draco, watching as a sly smirk plays on his lips. He runs his hand over his mouth as he takes me in, almost like he was sizing me up. 

Fuck.  

I looked back down at my plate, moving around the cold eggs that I have been staring at for the past hour. I wasn't even close to hungry, the anxiety that I felt swimming under my skin was enough to kill my appetite. Not to mention the feeling of Draco's eyes on my body. 

"Well someone looks like they didn't get any sleep last night" Oliver bumps my shoulder, sitting down next to me.

The sound of my fork clattering against the porcelain plate rang through the hall.  My head shot up abruptly, meeting Draco's dark grey eyes once again. His lips were twitching as he tried not to smirk at my actions.

"W-what—" I stutter, feeling the red flush to my cheeks. 

"It's a big day today, Lestrange" Oliver continues, ignoring my embarrassment. "Slytherin vs Gryffindor."