Traitor: A Draco Malfoy Story

forty-seven

I woke up the next morning with puffy eyes. I'd fallen asleep crying. I hadn't done that since mid-summer, when I had been crying every single night after Sirius' death, and it wasn't a good feeling to be reminded of. I was more exhausted than I would have been if I hadn't drained myself of tears and emotions.

 Rubbing my face, I stood and looked around the empty room, suddenly becoming wide awake. The dorm wouldn't be empty unless I was late. I ran into the bathroom, the five stalls and five showers empty as well. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before sprinting out and crawling over beds to make it to my trunk to get ready.

I was ripping off my pajamas and pulling on my skirt and socks before clipping my bra when the door opened. I shrieked, and the face beneath the brown curls turned a deep shade of red. Jenna, who stood beside Theo, was laughing her head off. I had dragged the sheet from the bed in front of my chest but rolled my eyes when I saw who it was.

"Oh my god," I breathed, dropping the sheet and putting a hand to my chest, the other on my hip to overdramatize catching my breath. "You scared me, you can not do that when I just woke up."

The blush had faded from Theo's face as he walked closer to me and it took me a second to realize that Jenna had handed him a cupcake with green frosting and a single candle, already aflame.

"Are you going to put a shirt on, or...?" He smirked, crossing one arm underneath the one that held the pastry. 

"I'll leave you two alone," Jenna winked. "Have a happy birthday, Zaylie-love."

"No, I don't think I will," I smirked back at Theo after waving to Jenna. I took the cupcake from him slowly. "What should I wish for?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him and not lowering the sheet.

"It should be something that means a lot to you," he replied softly. "It's not every day you turn eighteen."

I smiled, looking down at the flame. My smile faded as I thought about things that happened in the past year. The first wish that came to mind was the one that I silently spoke before I blew out the candle. I don't want to lose anyone else.

"What did you wish for?" Theo asked as I set the cupcake on my bedside table.

"Can't tell you," I winked. "Or it won't come true."

"Was it about me?" He asked, smiling and tilting his head. He came closer, slowly, slipping his arms around my waist. I let the sheet slip to the floor. His skin felt hot where it touched mine, and I was suddenly keenly aware that I was half-naked. He looked down at me, a small smirk on his face.

I reached up and slipped my arms behind his neck, leaning back slightly and looking at him with a teasing smirk. "Partially."

His gaze darted down to my lips before meeting my eyes again. "Can I kiss you?"

A small blush brightened my face. "Of course," I said softly.

He gently brought his lips to mine. They were soft and tentative at first, and I slid my hand into his hair, bringing him closer to me to deepen the kiss. At that move from me, he kissed me a little harder, though I could tell he was holding back a little.

"Theo," I whispered against his lips, drunk on the lust from his kiss. "You don't have to hold back. Kiss me like you mean it."

He smiled against my lips, a slight growl escaping his throat that caught me off guard as I felt the arousal rising in me. He pushed me onto my bed, his hand behind my head to both protect it and continue the kiss. He moved between my legs, his hand on my hip moving up my waist and over my covered breast. A moan slipped from my mouth and I could feel him smirk as his tongue danced with mine. After a few minutes, he kissed me one more time, very gently, and pulled away, breathless.