Word Count: ~500
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #6: automatic, bang, kiss, partially clothed sex
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. FYI, there my not be an update tomorrow, as I'm seeing Captain America tonight! And then doing Museum/Shopping things tomorrow. Vamos a ver.
It was late, but, as was the case so many nights this past year, Draco wasn't tired. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and dressed. Without a noise, he snuck out of his room, down the drafty Hogwarts corridors, and out into the cool night air. During the war, when the Manor became unbearable and the horrors in his head wouldn't release their grip on him, he'd often slip outside and walk around the grounds until he felt calm and drowsy. He'd become used to his quiet solitary walks, and he was pleased that the greater freedom granted to the older students meant it was easier for him to roam the grounds at Hogwarts when he felt restless.
His feet traveled automatically over the familiar path around the lake, alongside the forest, past the Whomping Willow, and back again. He let his mind wander over his week, the awkward and freakishly polite exchange he'd had with Potter when they went to grab the same library book, the barely restrained hostility he didn't know how to handle from so many of the other students, his third meeting with Charlie and his kind eyes and full lips. Lips that were begging to be kissed.
Draco's feelings were beginning to get out of hand. It was bad enough that he spent far too much class time fantasising about his professor rolling him over onto the grass, tugging his trousers down his thighs, and fucking him into a desperate wreck. No, now there were actual feelings involved. Draco liked listening to him talk. He liked the way Charlie's whole face lit up when he talked about the things he loved. He liked his patience, and his kindness, and his humour. What he didn't like, was that Charlie was still his professor, and a Weasley at that. There was no way anything could happen between them. It was best to leave Charlie as a distant memory in that dark club.
A loud bang pulled him out of his tumultuous thoughts. In the distance he could see Hagrid's cottage, light from the open door briefly illuminating Hagrid large figure, before he ambled off towards the forest. As always, the sight of Hagrid filled him with a strange mixture of guilt and anger. Draco frowned and turned away.
He walked slowly back to the castle, his mind still whirring, trying to think his way out of feelings that had grown far too complex. Draco knew the smartest thing to do would be to keep his distance from Charlie, but the thought of going without their meetings filled his stomach with lead.
No, there was nothing for it but to continue as they were, and hope the feelings went away on their own with time.
Draco crawled into bed and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would find him. Praying that, when it did, dreams of Charlie wouldn't be waiting for him on the other side.