Dark Blood // D.M.

ELECTRICITY

Draco Malfoy

"Fucking... Dirty....Evil.... Disgusting.... Filthy...." I spit out, as I kicked the stone wall of the balcony.

I hear the door behind me open and close. I didn't need to turn around to understand who was lurking behind me. I could smell her as the wind whipped her hair. I knew exactly which pair of green eyes were staring right at me. The feeling was infuriating, but erotic at the same time. 

"I told you, I didn't want any company," I spit, my words coming out harsh and full of venom. 

There was no response. The silence was serpentine the way it curved and coiled in the air. It was waiting to attack at just the right moment like someone was coaxing it. 

"Did you not fucking hear me?" I slam my fist down on the hard stone railing, "I don't want any fucking company." 

I stared out into the dark abyss, waiting for her response. 

"I don't always listen to the rules," her voice says behind me.

I spun around quickly, finding Armena leaning against the stone wall. Her position was not one of defense but of inquiry. She tilted her head, studying me carefully. I could see the wheels turning at a thousand miles per hour in her head. I didn't need to use Legilimency to understand what she was thinking. Her arms hugged close to her chest, with a new bottle of firewhiskey in her small hand. I watched as the corners of her mouth pulled up into a cheeky little grin. 

"Peace offering?" she smirked as she reaches the bottle out in front of her.

"No thanks..." I spit, as I turn around to face the dark night before me. 

I stared out onto the black lake, wondering what sort of creatures were lurking beneath those murky dark waters. I had never been a fan of the lake. I had always found it to be disgusting, really. Completely unsanitary and it always baffled me when in our fourth year they forced the students to jump into those  always icy cold waters. 

I hear her stirring behind me, clearly her patience was wearing thin but so was mine. I barely even knew her but I already had made up my mind. She was a Riddle and a Lestrange, two names that put a sour taste in my mouth. 

"Look..." she starts, with a heavy sigh. "I'm not here to cause you any trouble... I am not him or my mum." 

It was like she was reading my mind, which I wouldn't put it past her. She had to be trained in Occlumency and both of her parents were impressive Legilimens. She moved to stand next to me. I tried not to breathe in her scent but it was impossible. She smelled like roses and the first smell of fall— it was clean and crisp. I looked up to the night sky and rolled my eyes, praying that she saw my annoyance with her presence but I spoke to soon. 

"If you can put up with my presence, then I can put up with yours" she pushes the bottle towards me.

It was fucking infuriating being near her. This was the first real conversation that we had together and it already felt like she knew what I was going to say before I even said the words. No— before I even processed what I was going to say. I take a long sip letting the brown liquid burn my throat on the way down. I set the bottle down and pushed it towards her. I noticed the way her neck was taught, the blue vessels prominent even in the dark of night. I could see that she was anxious, no— nervous to be out here with me. 

I shook my head. I couldn't look at her like that, I couldn't look at her like she was something I wanted to eat. I wondered what her skin would taste like on my tongue. Would she taste sweet or salty? Fuck, I can't think like this. She is everything I fucking resent. She is literally his fucking offspring, the man who baited me and primed me to be his follower. The man who sent me on a suicide mission, only to fail miserably at the task. If I could close my eyes I could still hear Bellatrix's voice whispering seductively in my ear.