Touch Starved

Draco slowly sank into the water, hissing as the near scalding temperature engulfed him banishing both the tension his muscles had been carrying throughout the week and the persistent chill pricking the back of his mind. He perched himself on the built-in bench, sitting so the water stopped between his navel and nipples, and let his head fall back to rest on the edge of the grand bathing hole in the middle of the prefect’s bathroom. He’d gone too long between baths this time... The manor had almost pulled him under after trying to deal with Theo. He sighed and promised to figure out what was wrong with his friend after he got a handle on himself.

The silence was beautiful. However, he was only able to enjoy it for a short while because his mind started to get very loud. Or rather, the images in his mind did. Creamy skin with a mouth-watering shade of pink spreading from cheeks to chest. The look of excitement hidden deep in her eyes as she looked at the black lacey garment Weaslette had gifted her. Unfiltered daydreams of how she would look in and out of it assaulted him.

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But fuck he couldn’t help it, he was slipping, and the warmth she inspired within him was becoming addictive.

Draco wrapped a hand around himself and began to pump up and down. He remained steady and firm, no desire for quick release as the build up usually felt just as good. But it seemed no matter how slowly he moved, the thoughts of her pushed him closer to the edge a lot quicker than normal and he could already feel the telltale fire of an orgasm caressing his body just a few minutes in.

A crash had his eyes snapping open and locking onto the intruder. Again, he should’ve stopped himself, but he couldn’t... Not when his vision was standing there watching him get off, looking at him as if she were parched and he had the cure for her thirst. 

And then she whimpered.

“Fuck.” He exploded both verbally and physically.

Draco had never come so hard in his life. His body trembled and his lungs grasped for any air they could shakily pull in. He licked his lips as he floated back into his body and blinked his eyes open to find her still standing there looking at him. Her blush was deep and her eyes were wide as they stared beneath the water where his hand was still wrapped around himself.

“Show’s over, Granger.” He rasped and sat up straighter.

“Hmm?”

“Granger.” He pushed, trying to get her attention.

Her eyes finally snapped up to his, guilt and embarrassment flooding in as she realized their predicament.

“Oh! I’m… I… hmph.”

He watched her fidget and then fly to the ground to pick up her belongings. Haphazardly grabbing at and throwing items back in her basket before straightening and reaching blindly for the door with closed eyes.

“Granger.” He tried again gently, this time trying to calm her down, but she finally found the handle and rushed out of the bathroom without looking back.

Draco brought his unused hand up and wiped it down his face.

He tried to let his mind go blank, expecting ice to wrap around him and pull him into cool safety, but it didn’t happen. The manor had never felt so far away… so out of reach.

He quickly cleansed and toweled off before making his way back to their living quarters. Between replaying what had just happened and trying to calculate all the possible ways this would play out or how he should confront her about it, he was completely oblivious to room of requirement opening and closing beside him every few steps until it finally got sick of being ignored and huffed smoke at him.

“Yes, I know. You blame me for your destruction. I’m sorry.”

And again because he was so distracted, he didn’t even realize he had said it out loud until Blaise’s voice chirped behind him.

“Merlin you’re talking to the walls now? And here I thought Theo was the one going mad.”

He clenched his jaw. “I wasn’t talking to the walls, I was talking to…”

The room, of course, had vanished.

“… is there an end to that sentence?” Blaise asked as he fell into step with him.

“The Room of Requirement,” and before Blaise could comment any further, Draco continued, “How’s Theo?”

“Asleep. How was your bath?”

“Fine.”

“Just fine?”

Draco turned his head to the side to give him a pointed look.

“If you wish to say something, Blaise, spit it out. You know I hate it when you and Pansy play coy.”

“You seem different after this one is all...”

“Oh?” He stopped in front of the mirror that guarded their common room.

“Draco Malfoy.”

The reflective film evaporated and he stepped through the hole in the wall.

“…Lucid. Alive even.”

Draco eyed the empty bench by the windows. He knew she wouldn’t be there, hell he didn’t even know if she would come back to their common room at all after she had run off in her embarrassment, but part of him had been hoping she would be there just so he could make sure that was okay. Not that she wouldn’t be okay, nothing bad had happened, but he still felt the need to know... The need to see her again. He curled his lip and threw himself in his chair in disgust. One bloody orgasm that she hadn’t even participated in and he was entranced like some lovesick first year.   

“She’s got you watching me too, huh?” He responded as Blaise’s words finally registered.

One half of his brain was focused on Granger and the other was still participating in the conversation with Blaise though it was a bit delayed. He was after all a man of many talents, multitasking being one of them.

“You know I’d be doing it even if she hadn’t asked.”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled humorlessly. “The Dark Lord really chose the wrong Malfoy to rely on. Mother would have had everyone fully organized.”

“She means well, mate.”

“I know.” He sighed.

“But don’t worry, I won’t start touching you how Pansy does, I’ll leave coddling our broody leader to her.”

His friend was off his feet and flying across the room before he even had time to inhale after his sentence. Draco’s wordless magic was extremely strong, a well-hidden fact many people did not know about him.

Draco stopped him from hitting the wall but let him fall to the ground without cushioning the impact.

“Noted.” Blaise grunted as he righted himself and dusted off his pants. “S’pose I won’t have to wonder what you were doing when they summoned you anymore.”

After Dumbledore’s death, Draco had been subjected to very intense training sessions, they all had as The Dark Lord tried to weed out the strongest soldiers from the weakest. His instruction had been different though. His life had depended on his ability to perform. He fought the shudder threatening to rack his body.

“You had yours, I had mine.” He responded blandly.

Blaise leaned against the back of the sofa and nodded grimly as his eyes practically locked down and became a fortress devoid of emotion. This was the most either of them had talked about their brief time as Death Eaters. And the vague words were more than enough.

Draco had been privy to know what a few others had been discovered as or trained in. It was one of the few times he remained mentally present instead of safely cocooned in ice. Flint was just a regular sadist which seemed to please the likes of his aunt and the higher ranks. Blaise was a shadow. He was good at getting in and getting out of places or situations undetected. He could find information or people almost as if he could see a hidden map leading to whatever it was that he wanted. He was still somewhat shocked that Theo had made it through without drawing attention to his darker side. A side that he, and now Blaise, were trying to uncover themselves. He would have heard about more of his fellow students but that’s when Greyback had slipped out of the meeting and he followed out of instinct. Lucky for Pansy that he did.

A sharp tingle nipped his ribs.

“Wherever you just went, don’t.”

He waved his wand hand at the built in bar that had appeared during the making of their common room, summoning two glasses that filled as they floated towards them. He sipped at the smokey liquid as he watched Blaise finish his in one swallow. He preferred to savor the burn from the whiskey. Not that it was doing much for him at the moment as there was a different prickle still flowing within him.

“Staying up?”

“Just for a bit.”

Blaise set his glass down on the coffee table and Draco listened as the footsteps disappeared into the boy’s dorm. He sat there for another hour, milking the whiskey in his hands and waiting, waiting to see if she would come flying through the mirror or sneak out of her room to sit on her bench. But she never came. 

~~

Hermione was avoiding him. It had been three fucking days and he had only caught a glimpse of her during classes. She managed to escape all meals, either finishing before he got there or conveniently arriving after he had left. The woman was as swift as a fox and he had never been as frustrated with any witch as he was with her now. She hadn’t even joined them in the common room in the evenings, claiming headache or studying or whatever else she could come up with that everyone else seemed to buy.

So now here he sat, glaring at the side of her head two tables over in McGonagall’s class completely engrossed with the book in front of her.

“Fucking blushing at a book, who blushes at a bloody history book!?” He hissed under his breath.

“Stalking today are we, Draco?”

He snapped his eyes to Pansy and then she was blurring as he began to retreat mentally.

“Don’t.” She gave him a pleading look. “I was only joking.”

The frost slowly thawed. He clenched his jaw and nodded once sharply before looking down at where her hand was placed over his on the table. She removed it when she thought he was out of the danger zone. How quickly and easily he had been able to slip. Fucking Granger.

“You know for being smart you really are blind... It’s not a history book.” His friend said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

He narrowed his eyes at the book in question, not that he could see the words on the page from that far, and then met Pansy’s twinkling eyes looking at her expectantly.

“Oh no, you want me to spill it then you’re going to have to give me the satisfaction of hearing you ask about her.”

“Pansy.”

“Draco.”

He picked up his quill and began angrily copying the words on the board by McGonagall’s desk. The damn thing snapped from tension one sentence in making Pansy snicker.

“What is she reading?” He conceded lowly.

“A sex book.”

“I BEG YOUR PARDON!?”

Everyone’s heads whipped toward him.

“Shh for Merlin’s sake!” Pansy scolded but there was only pure humor etched across her face. She waited a few moments letting everyone around them settle before she continued. “It’s a muggle romance novel, a story about love but is mostly just steamy sex.”

Draco swallowed thickly. 

“But the cover… says something about the history of wands…”

Pansy rolled her eyes as if he just said the most ignorant thing. “Well, she’s not going to go walking around with the real cover on display for everyone to see.”

“…sex...”

His friend patted his hand sympathetically at his lack of verbal ability. “Let it marinate.”

Sex. She was reading about people shagging while she had been hiding from him. He went through the rest of the day consumed. He left his last class early, he needed to move, his friends thankfully didn’t follow.

He paced the halls. Traveled up to the astronomy tower and back down. Across the front courtyard before he was back to wandering inside. The room of requirement appeared a few times but gave up on getting his attention this time. He skipped dinner but somehow managed to fall into step with his group on their way back from it. They crossed through the mirror and spilled into the common room where Hermione was perched on her bench for the first time since her birthday. 

Everyone moved to their usual spots but he stopped a few feet in front of her.

“Good book?” He rumbled in her direction.

Her eyes slowly lifted from the pages to look at him, the same pink tint from the other night appearing across her cheeks as she nodded yes.

“Amazing what wizards can do with their wands.” He continued, fully aware of the double entendre he just laid down. 

“Wh-what?”

“Where There’s a Wand There’s a Way.” He gestured to the fake title charmed across her book.

“Oh, yes!” She squeaked. “Being good with your wand is very important.”

He raised a brow at her and smirked. As soon as she realized what she had just said to him the color in her face went from the pretty blush to a wanton red.

"Is that so? Do you have any examples?" 

“Draco, fancy a fly about the pitch?” Theo called out from the doorway.

He held Granger’s eyes for a few seconds longer, pinning her in place. Oh how he wished he could be pinning her down in a different way.

“Yeah, mate.” He responded and spun to grab his broom from the dorm before he did something stupid like actually get on top of her.

When he returned, she was gone.

He smiled. He was a seeker, he would never admit out loud that he was not as good as Potter but he was still decent, and his personal Golden Snitch was just released. What a thrilling game this was going to be.