The Promise
"You need to leave, Hermione. Theo will be looking for you,"
"Stop it, Draco. Stop talking about Theo for one second."
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I want the both of you to be happy." Theo deserved happiness. He had been denied the simple pleasure for too long.
She threw her head back and laughed maniacally. Her behaviour was unsettling, and it worried him, but he said nothing.
"When I touch you, do you feel nothing?"
He swallowed hard. His mouth felt dry.
They were playing with fire, and arising unscathed from their dilemma was merely wishful thinking.
"When I come near you, do you feel nothing?"
Draco backed away, but Hermione pressed herself flush against him.
"Do you feel nothing?
"Stop it, Granger."
"DRACO, LOOK AT ME!"