22. 1:11am

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Aster's POV
I peel my body off his, my skin clammy and damp.

I pick my clothes off the floor and go to pull my underwear on. I can feel Draco's stare linger on my body and a wave of confidence washes over me.

"You can stay" he mutters from the bed. I look over to find him pulling his own underwear on. I watch him as he climbs further up the bed and rest his head on the back of his headboard.

I don't know what to say. I don't know how to be around him like this.

"I mean you don't have to," he mumbles, his eyes searching my face.

I catch a flash of anxiety in his face as he waits for my answer and before I know it I'm slipping on my pyjama's and perching myself awkwardly on the end of the bed, facing him with my legs crossed underneath me.

I look at the time on a clock on his bedside table. 1:11am.

How did it get so late?

Suddenly, a jolt of panic courses through my body.

"Fuck, its 1am" I curse.

He looks over to his clock as well.

"Um, we were rather loud" I mumble awkwardly.

He flicks his eyes up to me, panic flashes through them as he looks over to his door.

"Shit" he mumbles, his lips pulled into a stern line.

"Probably should have used a silencing charm on the door" I tease trying to ignore my heart beat harshly in my ribcage.

"Yeah a bit late for that though" he grumbles, his tone laced with irritation.

"Sorry, my fault" I chirp, hoping to ease his temper with some banter.

I wait for him to look back at me, hoping he takes my banter and rides with it. I don't think I could handle him being angry at me right now.

"S'okay" he mumbles back, finally glancing at me.

"I can leave" I mutter, the atmosphere feels slightly different.

He blinks at me.

"No" he says quietly but surely.

I cock my eyebrow at him. He's too hard to read right now.

"I mean don't leave, I don't care if anyone heard, I'll just deny it" he says, his eyes flickering back towards the door. He doesn't sound convinced but I let it slide.

I fiddle with his bedsheets nervously, letting my hair fall over my face.

"You said they thought it was Pansy before?" I ask, my voice low and unsure.

I can feel my cheeks turn pink, so I fiddle with the thick bed sheets, not brave enough to look at him.

He gulps.

"Uh yeah, sorry" he mumbles.

I look up to find him looking just as awkward as I feel.

"I mean, I knew you dated her last year but I didn't realise you were still seeing her" I say.

I don't know why i'm talking about Pansy of all people. I shouldn't care about his past relationships.

"I'm not seeing her anymore," he says, his tone serious.

"Ok" I mumble, slightly amused by his difiance.

"Are you seeing anyone else?" he asks.

"Uh no" I mumble back.

We just had sex for crying out loud, why is a simple conversation so awkward for us.

I decide to move myself closer to him. He's sprawled out on his bed, his legs crossed in front of him. I shuffle myself next to him, closer to his hips this time but still facing his him leaning against his bedhead.

"I'm not your first am I?" he asks.

The question surprises me, and I find myself gaping at him.

"Um no" I answer.

I'm not sure if he's surprised at my answer or relieved, he keeps his face neutral. I watch as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes thinking.

"I've only been with one other person though" I say, the admission leaving my lips before I can catch it.

His eyes slightly widen but he nods his head.

"Me too" he admits.

I feel my cheeks grow hotter. I feel laughter bubbling in my throat as I take in the conversation we're having.

He notices my smile hiding beneath my clenched teeth.

Before I know it, a chuckle escapes his lips and I look up astounded. His eyes are glittering and I can't help but join in on the laughter.

His laugh is rough and raspy, and I feel my nerves tingle in response.

We both laugh at our awkwardness, and I feel the tension dissolve. I feel a sudden sense of reassurance, it felt warm and comforting and unlike anything I had felt before.

I finally relax and place my arms behind me to lean on to.

"I always thought you were seeing Zabini to be honest" he says.

I laugh at that.

"No way! He's more of a brother to me than anything" I reply.

He smiles at me and nods, before he places his arms behind his head, his bare arms flex in the light of the scones above his bed. I can't help but stare at the muscles bulging behind him. I gulp.

"Like what you see, Flint?" he interrupts.

I roll my eyes at him.

"As if you don't perv on me all the time" I scoff.

"Touche" he replies, giving me a handsome smirk.

"You gotta make it not so obvious around people" I tease, giving him a wink.

This time he rolls his eyes at me.

"You know I'm pretty sure Montangue has a crush on me" I say, baiting him.

"You would eat Montague alive" he mutters, his eyes dropping to his hands.

I snicker, "True".

"You don't like Montague do you?" he asks, he removes one hand from behind him and starts to fiddle with his ring.

I narrow my eyes, "no" I scoff.

I'm starting to enjoy his small jealous tendencies.

"What is with you and that ring?" I ask, watching him spin it around his ring finger.

"Its just a stupid family ring, I've always worn it" he mutters.

I lean over and grab his hand, pulling it towards me and having a good look at it.

"You know it's hot when guys wear rings" I mutter.

I look up and watch as his own cheeks go a slight satisfying pink.

I pull the ring off his finger to get a better look. It has a solid silver thick band with a snake coiled on the front. I slip it onto my own finger, its miles too big so I try it on my thumb.

"Looks good on me" I joke, giving him a grin.

He flicks his eyebrows up in amusement.

"I don't have a family ring" I say to him, as I twist the ring around my thumb.

"You do. Marcus had one" he replies, his gaze still on his ring on my thumb.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's similar to that one actually" he nods to his own ring.

"I guess I would never get one. The Flints don't exactly call me as one of their own" I admit to him.

He looks at me, an odd expression on his face.

"You don't want to know that family," he mutters.

"Why?" I ask, leaving the ring on my thumb.

"Just bad news" he murmurs.

I narrow my eyes at him slightly, trying to gauge his meaning..

"You can sleep here if you want, but don't blame me if you get caught" he quips, the flirting tone returning to his voice.

"I'm not getting expelled for you Draco Malfoy" I reply, giving him a smirk.

I pick myself off the bed, and watch as Draco himself picks up his wand from his bed side table and walks over to the door. Muttering the unlocking spell, he quietly opens the door and pops his head outside.

"All Clear Flint" he says, giving me a small smile.

"Thanks" I smile back.

I try and slip past him and the door frame but he grabs my waist before I leave.

"You didn't say goodnight" he murmurs into my mouth, before pressing his lips firmly against mine. Our mouths open simultaneously, his tongue swiping over mine, making my knees nearly buckle. I grasp onto his chest to keep myself up and return the kiss with the same intimacy.

He kisses me deeply one last time before letting go of my hips and catching my bottom lip softly between his lips.

"Goodnight Aster" he murmurs lightly as his lips leave mine.

"Goodnight Draco" I reply, looking up into his eyes and giving him a smile that would make lesser men fall.

A/N Hi guys! I have a favour, would anyone be willing to put together a new cover for this story? I'm not the best at making them and I would love to see what you guys come up with! Of course you would get credit 😊 if you would like to have a go just message me on here!

Also I wanted to note that Draco and Aster are both 17 here. I know they're only in their sixth year but I felt ✨uncomfy✨ with them being only 16 haha so pls keep that in mind!

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