That Split Second | D.M

Crisis was averted and Ruth appeared to have no inkling to what sort of immoral debauchery has and continued to happen under her roof, and off to work she went none the wiser. For the short while I was able to watch y/n interact with her mother, I realised how precious they were to each other. It was different to the relationship I had with my parents, which until now I believed was the best kind.

And as night rolled in, so did the feeling of chaos. Her chaos, the kind that only ever drags me into idyllic and enthusiastic trouble. Y/n had spent the best part of the last ten minutes playing Queen on her vinyl record player and dancing with Kiki on her shoulder; the owl was having a great time, I'd never seen it happier. Or y/n for that matter.

Cannabis clouds whirled with perfume, turning the air opaque and thick. We both readied ourselves in tandem, every so often passing or light footing around the other, passing the joint back and forth or snatching a kiss as if this is our world, just for us. And it was for the most part, until everything went wrong. And it did go wrong, terribly wrong, this was the last night of true happiness and blissful ignorance either of us would be able to indulge in. 

Things came crashing down, and just collapsed inwards from then on. But first, we had the night of our lives, one that simply cannot go unrecounted. 

Settled at her desk, prodding and poking away at her makeup, y/n caught my gaze through the mirror with a smirk. No doubt the energy of earlier still lingered on her skin. "So I'll ask you again, what did you think of my skating, hm?" 

"Breath taking," I pacified her for my own peace but not before sizing myself up as an equal. "But.. you can skate. And I can do this."

Over the years I had acquired the skill of wand spinning in many different formations and speeds, it cures the boredom of a divination class and also looks cool as fuck. To add that I was able to do it without even looking was quite impressive. It didn't have the desired effect on her though.

"Oh impressive, I am swooning," she teased, rifling through her sprays and other accessories. "Pouvez-vous faire cela aussi?"

My darling thinks she's oh so clever, and she is, but I'm not going to feed the flame with gas. "Je peux, tres bien en fait."

Her head snapped back, robbed of words and looking slightly hard done by that she isn't the only person in the world who knows a language outside of the native default. "Ou preferez-vous German? Puet-etre meme la langue des signes?"

"You know how to do fucking sign language?" She asked, astonished. Yes, I nodded. Before signing that she had gotten mascara on the tip of her nose. "You're such a Mary Jane, Draco."

"A what?" Usually I was able to decipher what she was attempting to relay but I was lost on this one. "You know like the main character in a book who's so perfect but also agonisingly stupid?"

"Do you mean a Mary Sue, darling?" I slouched back against her pillows, arms crossed behind my head knowing that any second now the penny was about to drop. And drop it did, I saw the very second she connected the dots in her brain play out across her eyes. "Oh yeah, Mary Jane is a nickname for weed. Ha!"

"Maybe you should give it up? It's fucking with your intellect." Halting mid-application of some strange substance to her face she turned to me, squinted, lowered her voice and declared with certainty. "Never."

Amongst the amusement and ego fuelling I noticed a small little shimmer of red light begin to glow on one of her shelves, and getting to my feet to stride toward it was able to easily figure out what it was. "You've got a rememberall?"

"Yeah?" Y/n called, still far too invested in whatever she was putting on her face. "Well it's gone red, what have you forgotten?"

"Well, if I knew that then my remembrall wouldn't be red would it? Don't worry, just put it back and stop touching my shit or I won't be holding you in such high regard for long Mr Malfucker."

There she goes again with the name thing, I'd throttle her if the sight of my hands wrapped around her neck didn't turn me on so much.

"High regards? I wasn't aware that was how you thought of me?" Voice dropping to a more charming octave, my contemptuous aim of gloating satire plundered at her response. "Of course I do dummy. I'm obsessed with you, you're literally my favourite person and best friend.. who fucks me."

Oop, there it is. Something so innocently sweet, tainted by the stains of her mind with grace. I could not lie and say that I didn't feel slightly giddy by her admission, the constant brooding and pining for her was pleased to learn this information, but it wouldn't stop me fishing for more.

"Really? Well, I thought you don't 'keep friends?'"

"I kept you." 

Face painted with artistry, her jewelling eyes shimmered with sparkle. Lips layered in crimson, hair zigged and zagged and fixed in place. Ten months ago I might have called it unhinged, but now it just seems eclectic. She turned in her chair, holding out a piece of that cherry gum that she'd already taken a bite from. And walking to her, leant over her frame by an arm at the desk and the other at a wall, I allowed her to place it onto my tongue. "You did keep me. And much to my detriment I really don't mind at all. Hang on, you've got something on your lips."

"Oh, lipstick smudge?"

"No. My lips."

I felt her breath get stolen away by me leering in to steal it from her in a kiss I had been aching to give her ever since the last one. And in a fumble I knocked a few things off her desk to keep me upright, sending them tumbling onto the plush beige carpet, nothing important though so who cares. The kiss itself wasn't unordinary, but it felt more personal in this strange little moment.

That would be why y/n would take first opportunity at ruining it. Pulling away, a mischief had crept over her. "You shouldn't lean over me like that, chewing your gum and looking at me that way."

"Why not?" 

"Because you're turning me on again, and you know that I crave you." We've already established that y/n is capable of making me feel wanted and confident without effort, but somehow she continues to make me feel better each time. And the cherry scent that wrapped my tongue in tendrils affixed my senses into place. "Fuck," I breathed unsteadily. "I try my best to be respectful with you but you make it so, so difficult."

"Sometimes, its not your respect that I want. Merely your penis."

I watched her hands move in a sort of haunted detachment across the fronts of my legs, she was almost at the perfect height this way to unzip me and retrieve what she has rightfully claimed as her own; but it was not to be, as before either of us could get too embroiled in the unfolding tension, Kiki shimmied across the top of her cage and pecked me right on the side of my head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" I scowled and scorned at the animal, yet y/n just burst into a sniggering fit. The urge passed us by eventually, leaving an ache in the pit of my stomach over what I so nearly had the pleasure of enjoying. "I don't think she's a fan of our x rated antics, poor girly, aw come here."

The cross-eyed little fiend wound up getting all the attention instead, to say I felt more than robbed would be an understatement. Y/n planted tiny little kisses on her feathered friends head, when she could of been kissing my cock instead. Wounded.

"I'm almost ready, are you ready too?" Turning back from pandering to her cock blocking owl, she waited expectantly. I just shook out my pockets and sort of swayed on the spot, I have the advantage of being a man, a change of clothes and its all systems go. "As ready to go blindly into a highly illegal mass gathering as I'll ever be."

"Good, there's some weed in the chest beneath my bed, can you grab it please? I'm gonna sell some." Merlin, somehow she's going to make something illegal even more illegal. I was certain now that I wasn't just being uptight and prudish. Basic common sense could tell anyone that this was a bad idea that had potential to go completely belly up. That's why I just nodded and did what was asked of me without question, its never failed us before. "Yes ma'am, anything else your highness?"

"Mhm, yeah. Grab the bottle of water-wine under the bed too whilst I put my other clothes on." Bossy, but impossible to decline. She disappeared briefly into her closet, only her silhouette visible through the slats but more than enough for me to glance over and see her take something to her mouth to drink before quickly shoving it away again. 

Her rememberall retreated from its sapphire glow to a dullen paled white again, naturally a tiny streak of suspicion unveiled itself again but I was halted from my existential thinking by the sight of y/n striding back out into the room; having me completely forget what I was meant to be searching for in the first place. She knew, it was the cocky bounce of the eyebrows that cemented the notion.

"You're wearing that?" I mumbled, a man on the precipice of dropping to his knees for her. Fishnets, I've always been an avid advocate for fishnets on girls, giving view to the silky skin of their thighs. A dress which was not so much a dress, more-so a very large shirt, ripped and torn in a creative way. All brought together by boots that I would only have envisioned a soldier to wear on a battlefield; the shards and pellets of shrapnel, brought to life in the outlandish silver jewellery hanging around her neck and wrists.

"Yes I'm wearing this, is there a problem? Its non-negotiable regardless but do feel free to air your opinion all the same."

"No, no problem at all," I muttered with a smirk, rising to my feet so that I may tower over her again. "You can wear anything you like. I can fight."

"So possessive." 

"Again, like I said earlier. Do not forget what kind of person I was before you, he's simply waiting for an opportunity to lash out. And don't for a single, secular second... fool yourself into believing that I won't take that entire outfit off of you with only my teeth, if I deem it necessary."

Sultry, the eye contact never wavered, only a warm palm coming to sweep up the inside of my leg. "Down boy," y/n whispered, as though she was ordering around a dog; hand pressed firmly against the growing hard on that was tightening beneath her touch. "It's just my wand darling, don't flatter yourself."

"Of course it is, because all wands have a heartbeat."

I'm never going to win, never. I should stop trying to, but then where's the fun in that?

Y/n proceeded to glide away to throw her satchel containing the goods around her body, patted that damn owl once more and then signalled me to follow doing what I can only assume was her best attempt at faking sign language, but really it just looked like she was trying to flag down a train. 'Nice try, not quite though' I signed back, it went completely over her head all the same.

Then, I signed 'I love you,' and that too swept right on by. Part of me felt like I'd just been knocked back, like the declaration was unaccepted, the logical part of me knew that I was being stupid and she simply didn't understand. But when your brain boils like lava twenty four seven over it, you can't help but wonder if its just another sign that something so deep should remain hidden and protected. "Y/n?" I called just before she made for the bedroom door to leave. "Yes?"

"Before we go, I need to tell you something really important." She smiled, patient and willing to hear what I may have to confess. But it wasn't what you might think it is, I'm still not brave enough for that yet. "When I was at Pansy's house for a bit, something happened. Something with someone else."

Her brows creased, hand curling around the door knob anxiously. I'd rather tell it to the walls if only they could hear me, but I've already told so many lies and kept so many secrets that just one more could tip everything out of my favour. "Astoria Greengrass tried to kiss me, well she did but like..."

The look on y/n's face didn't seem to budge, it was only me that was nervous, clammy palms and spindling guts. "Okay? And what did you do?"

"Well, turned her down. Obviously. In fact I was probably quite foul about it, I do recall a few tears shed at my wording of choice."

"Alright, that's okay." Her little baby teeth flashed out in her sincere smile, that was easy, far too easy in fact. Which is what made it unsettling. "So, you just believe me then?"

"Yes? Why wouldn't I, you've not given me a reason to not trust you? Well, yet anyway." Two emotions clashed inside of me, calm gladness and confused worry. Do people just blindly trust each other? Because I don't think I ever have in my life, or been implicitly trusted back. "Yeah sorry, I just thought you would of called me a liar and kicked off or something..."

"Toxic isn't the default Draco," I was told. "It's a last resort, and I trust you. Just don't take advantage of that."

Did I just experience my first ever healthy relationship interaction? Because if not, I've just reconsidered every single thing I had learnt in my life up until this point for absolutely no reason at all. And I was still slightly flabbergasted even as we made our way out of the homely cottage and into the street.

Golden hour was upon us and the sky was pink. The evenings smell different in the crossover between summer and autumn, even as a winter person I could eventually see myself learning to love the other seasons too.

"You're going to have to a big, brave boy and hold my hand again." Her tone reminded me of the first night we met, where I was tricked into apparating into a fucking cupboard party. "We'll apparate instead of flying, I've tried to fly whilst drunk once and took several roof tiles off one of the neighbours houses."

"Oh my fucking god, please don't get us killed or apprehended tonight." I all but begged, sensing the urgency but it would go unnoticed, as quickly the floor warped and detached and we were sent into a rolling spiral. "Your mother will choke me until I'm permanently brain damaged otherwise."