Draco wasn’t sure what was the point of him taking economics in Muggle studies–no– actually, that’s a lie, he was sure, he knew why he was willing to be there and that was because of Granger. He had wanted to learn more about her, everything about her.
Lately, the image of her under him–trapped in his embrace, in his arms–has been living in his mind for quite some time and no matter the amount of attempts he forced himself to stop thinking about her–because it was so wrong–he failed miserably, but why did she feel so right? She was the only thing that felt right to him.
Could he blame himself for feeling things he shouldn’t be feeling towards her? Hell, could anyone blame him for thinking of her? How could anyone do so, then, had they tasted her lips? Had they memorised her scent? Had they felt her sense?–Her sense that was everything to him–Had they seen her? How could anyone blame him for constantly thinking about her when she was like heroin itself? He knew he was doomed the moment he compared her to a drug. Drugs are addicting and dangerous–and in Draco’s mind she was becoming more and more addictive to him, with every day that passed, with every breath he took, he was grateful that he got to see another day, because he got the chance to see her.
Granger was the only one thing keeping him going, after the war, after all the excruciating pain and regrets, she took it all away, she made him feel alive again, he knew he would never ever deserve her. Sure they were screwing around–but it was becoming more obvious to him that he was falling in love with her. After their first kiss and their second and their third and their fourth, which lead him–lead them–to know each other even more- to know their bodies well, all their secret meetings, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, and he wanted to know if it was the same for Granger. He wanted to know desperately if she felt the same way he felt about her. He wanted to know if it was more than sex for her, because it was definetely more than just sex for him. He wanted to know if he was in her thoughts, because she most certainly was in his, she was practically living in his brain... Granger, granger, granger…I’m losing my mind and you’re the reason I’m losing it, Granger, what have you done to me?
Was she thinking about him at this moment? Was he important to her?
He was abruptly taken back to the present when something Professor Winston said that caught his attention, he was in a trance because of her. Again.
‘‘So if you wanted to buy say for example–a house–and you’re married, that house will automatically become to your partner's too, that’s how things work in the Muggle world economically and-’’ Draco interrupted the teacher as his arm rose up in the air. Professor Winston stopped to address him. ‘‘Yes Mr Malfoy?’’ Draco didn’t waste any second in executing his question. ‘‘If I bought a house in the Muggle world-’’ a magnetic force made him look at her directly–silver met gold–and he was lost in her irises once again, ‘‘That means that it’ll belong to my future wife? ’’ He didn’t mean to emphasize the word ‘wife’ as he bore his eyes into hers but his subconscious meant the total opposite because it was worth the somersault his heart did when he saw her blushing intensely. ‘‘Yes that is correct’’ the Professor replied and continued on with his lesson.
He couldn’t help the smirk forming on his lips, so she was thinking about him after all…