Sequel: Say It Again ›
Status: Active Weekly
The Same Mistake
Thursday, October 26 - Evening (2).
Ellie regarded Malfoy with wide blue eyes. “Qu’est que c’est?” The French words slipped out before she had a chance to translate them into English.
“You truly are an idiot!” Malfoy’s raised voice echoed off the walls of the room, bouncing back at Ellie a hundred times over. “You obviously know nothing about magic! That necklace could have been cursed! It might have killed you.”
Gathering herself together, Ellie worked through her words before speaking. “What would that have mattered to you? I am nothing to you.”
Scared he had already revealed too much of the guilt haunting him, Draco tried desperately to backtrack. “I save your life and instead of being grateful, you question me? Fine! Put the necklace on! I’ll watch it strangle you and not do a bloody thing about it!” He stalked down the rows to where the necklace had vanished and dropped down, searching for it.
“Malfoy, stop!” Ellie pleaded, laying a gentle hand on his taunt shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Draco abruptly stood up, brushing off her soothing hand. “You didn’t upset me. You don’t have any effect on me.”
Ellie took a step back; his dizzying array of emotions was both confounding and draining. “And you have none on me.” Her thoughts flickered back to earlier in the day, to a quiet corridor. Malfoy seemed to be thinking along the same line because his eyes strayed to her lips. Ellie shifted her hair behind her ear. The atmosphere between them was tense, uncomfortable.
“I know you tried to curse me last night.”
Draco’s words sent a wave of panic through her mind. “What are you going to do about it?”
He stepped near her, closing the distance that separated them. “The options are numerous.” He circled her slowly, boxing her in.
“Do you really think I’m scared of you?” Ellie stepped in front of him, stopping his pacing.
A self satisfied grin glowed on his pale features. “You should be.”
Ellie shoved him, pressing both palms against his solid chest. “You’re only one boy. One weak selfish child.”
Draco trapped her hands under his, towing her to him. His grin turned wicked, twisting his handsome features. “You’re wrong,” he whispered dangerously. “I am not alone.”
Ellie drew in a trembling breath. “Crabbe and Goyle hardly qualify as threatening.”
Malfoy shook his head slowly still smiling sadistically. “My comrades are far more powerful.”
“You’re lying,” Ellie whispered, hating him for making her feel true fear. Whoever Malfoy was in league with was a serious threat to her and anyone else who crossed Draco.
Draco laughed coldly, his eyes dancing maliciously. “You should wish that I was.”
He dragged her closer until the last few inches dividing them had been conquered effectively severing any sense of safety she had. Draco stared down into her livid face taking in the pink that highlighted her cheeks, the determined gleam of her eyes, and the perfect curves of her lips. Suddenly, he crushed his lips against Ellie’s kissing her roughly, punishing her for having questioned his authority.
Ellie struggled feebly against the kiss. Surely his lips were bruising hers. Surely his hands were crushing hers. Surely his hatred was feeding hers. But then she was kissing him back, her mouth straining against his. Her lips were on fire from his domination yet begging for more.
Draco groaned in desire, his hold on her hands slackening for just a moment. Ellie seized the opportunity, breaking free of his tremendous grip, she slapped him hard across the face. He stumbled back, cradling his cheek that was rapidly turning bright red from the hit.
“How dare you!” Ellie shouted. Grabbing the nearest book, she threw it at him. Malfoy caught it deftly and dropped in harmlessly to the floor.
“Why you –“ but what exactly he was going to call her, he didn’t know. Ellie had throw yet another item at him, this time it was a rather heavy looking statue. Knowing he couldn’t catch it, Malfoy hurriedly dodged it, and when he resurfaced, Ellie had disappeared from the room.
Swearing gruffly, Draco rubbed his aching cheek. Ellie might have looked small, but she had quite the slap. Draco knew he should be furious, knew he should have wanted to return the grievance. Yet, oddly enough, no thoughts of revenge came to his mind. Rather, his thoughts whirled around the next time he would get a chance to kiss her.
“You truly are an idiot!” Malfoy’s raised voice echoed off the walls of the room, bouncing back at Ellie a hundred times over. “You obviously know nothing about magic! That necklace could have been cursed! It might have killed you.”
Gathering herself together, Ellie worked through her words before speaking. “What would that have mattered to you? I am nothing to you.”
Scared he had already revealed too much of the guilt haunting him, Draco tried desperately to backtrack. “I save your life and instead of being grateful, you question me? Fine! Put the necklace on! I’ll watch it strangle you and not do a bloody thing about it!” He stalked down the rows to where the necklace had vanished and dropped down, searching for it.
“Malfoy, stop!” Ellie pleaded, laying a gentle hand on his taunt shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Draco abruptly stood up, brushing off her soothing hand. “You didn’t upset me. You don’t have any effect on me.”
Ellie took a step back; his dizzying array of emotions was both confounding and draining. “And you have none on me.” Her thoughts flickered back to earlier in the day, to a quiet corridor. Malfoy seemed to be thinking along the same line because his eyes strayed to her lips. Ellie shifted her hair behind her ear. The atmosphere between them was tense, uncomfortable.
“I know you tried to curse me last night.”
Draco’s words sent a wave of panic through her mind. “What are you going to do about it?”
He stepped near her, closing the distance that separated them. “The options are numerous.” He circled her slowly, boxing her in.
“Do you really think I’m scared of you?” Ellie stepped in front of him, stopping his pacing.
A self satisfied grin glowed on his pale features. “You should be.”
Ellie shoved him, pressing both palms against his solid chest. “You’re only one boy. One weak selfish child.”
Draco trapped her hands under his, towing her to him. His grin turned wicked, twisting his handsome features. “You’re wrong,” he whispered dangerously. “I am not alone.”
Ellie drew in a trembling breath. “Crabbe and Goyle hardly qualify as threatening.”
Malfoy shook his head slowly still smiling sadistically. “My comrades are far more powerful.”
“You’re lying,” Ellie whispered, hating him for making her feel true fear. Whoever Malfoy was in league with was a serious threat to her and anyone else who crossed Draco.
Draco laughed coldly, his eyes dancing maliciously. “You should wish that I was.”
He dragged her closer until the last few inches dividing them had been conquered effectively severing any sense of safety she had. Draco stared down into her livid face taking in the pink that highlighted her cheeks, the determined gleam of her eyes, and the perfect curves of her lips. Suddenly, he crushed his lips against Ellie’s kissing her roughly, punishing her for having questioned his authority.
Ellie struggled feebly against the kiss. Surely his lips were bruising hers. Surely his hands were crushing hers. Surely his hatred was feeding hers. But then she was kissing him back, her mouth straining against his. Her lips were on fire from his domination yet begging for more.
Draco groaned in desire, his hold on her hands slackening for just a moment. Ellie seized the opportunity, breaking free of his tremendous grip, she slapped him hard across the face. He stumbled back, cradling his cheek that was rapidly turning bright red from the hit.
“How dare you!” Ellie shouted. Grabbing the nearest book, she threw it at him. Malfoy caught it deftly and dropped in harmlessly to the floor.
“Why you –“ but what exactly he was going to call her, he didn’t know. Ellie had throw yet another item at him, this time it was a rather heavy looking statue. Knowing he couldn’t catch it, Malfoy hurriedly dodged it, and when he resurfaced, Ellie had disappeared from the room.
Swearing gruffly, Draco rubbed his aching cheek. Ellie might have looked small, but she had quite the slap. Draco knew he should be furious, knew he should have wanted to return the grievance. Yet, oddly enough, no thoughts of revenge came to his mind. Rather, his thoughts whirled around the next time he would get a chance to kiss her.