Ultraviolence

Chapter 26: Speaking Terms

hi just wanted to thank everybody for waiting and still reading this fic, it means the world <3 

wanted to dedicate it to malu, luli, and helena for motivating me and for always hyping me up I love u guys. i also wanted to dedicate it to you reading this because I wouldn't be able to finish without your support xx love u, thank u, hope it's worth the wait. for me it was. 

katherine 

and now I'm gonna shut up so u can read hehe bye 

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Song: Speaking Terms - Snail Mail 

Had it not been for Draco, I would have most likely slept through dawn. At around 3 in the morning, he barged in like he owned the place (all his late-night visits to Pansy must have given him that impression) and began to fiddle with my tangled strands of hair near my cheeks and eyes. I only felt his touch seconds later, when I awoke startled and frightened.

The somber lighting and my tiresome eyes made his shadow slightly blurry, but it was unmistakenly him. I gasped in shock once the realization sank in further and pulled the bedsheets closer to cover myself.

"Shut up," he grinned, forcing his cold hand against my mouth to seal it shut. "You're going to wake Pansy up."

By the time I caught my breath, his hand was still pressed against me. A nod was all it took for him to pull away, but the coldness from his touch lingered on my lips.

"Get dressed. We don't have a lot of time," he whispered before walking towards a small wooden closet on the left side of the room. He threw my regular uniform onto the bed quickly but was inspecting my undergarments for a considerable amount of time. The smirk on his face made me sick.

"Have a good long last look."

I hoped that I wasn't lying - that would be the last time he saw those - but he smiled as though I was. Bastard.

"How cute, you have Slytherin pride," he laughed softly, hanging on one of his fingers was a dark green brassiere.

From the other end of the bed, I snatched it from his grip. I didn't understand why he looked away once I got near him. Yes, my silk garment was slightly see-through but he had no problem looking at me before. Indisposed or not.

"You've seen a lot worse, so you can quit the chivalrous act. It's pathetic." I grabbed the clothes he laid out for me, along with a French headband and white leg warmers. Why was he even helping me? I knew he didn't really believe me...

"I'll look at you when you ask me to," he smirked, still facing away. I hated him with all my heart. "Oh, and love, you will ask me to. Trust me."

Good thing I didn't. Not ever again.

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There was an unspoken agreement between us that it was too early for breakfast. We headed to the potions classroom silently, and he remained a few steps ahead the entire way. The dungeons were always cold in the afternoon by the time we had class. Now, at dawn, it was practically freezing. I noticed a Peregrine peach wrapped around his dominant hand, he twirled it around boredly. So much for our unspoken agreement.

The potions classroom smelled like a dozen different ingredients all at once, the strangest of all must've been the pungent smell of seaweed and ginger. And though the classroom was usually spotless and very color-coded and organized, today the chair and quills were disordered and the oak desks had a few yellow spots on them. The first years must have been the last to have Potions yesterday.