Double update!! I felt bad for teasing you all so I'm giving you two updates to quench your ✨thirst✨

Aster's POV

Heat climbs up the back of my neck, up my arms and coils gracefully in my belly. His tongue laps against mine while his hands wander down to my waist and to my hips. He grabs my hips harshly, pulling me to him closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and dive deeper into the kiss, letting the thumping music replace the mutinous beats of my heart in my chest.

I give myself to him, letting my body relax into his, our chests heaving against each other. His hands trace down and under my skirt, squeezing my bum so hard I let out a little yelp. He grins into his kiss, and continues to trace his fingers under the curve of my bottom and slowly up to my hip. Luckily, he was using his left hand, the hand closest to the wall so no one could actually see my skirt hitched up to one side.

He leaves my lips, and I moan at their absence. Instead, he sucks gently on my neck, making my toes curl in my boots. His hot breath caresses my neck, hovering above my carotid artery.

"I can feel your heart racing" he whispers against my skin, before leaving soft gentle kisses over the pulse.

The alcohol in my blood makes my head feel fuzzy but I know my heart is racing purely from his touch.

"It's all you" I whisper back, unashamed.

He traces his lips back up my neck and to my jaw, nibbling before he reaches my lips once again. He kisses softly, and I breathe him in, the intoxicating scent of peppermint and whiskey. Before I can up the ante, and delve into his mouth with the fever bursting inside of my chest, he pulls away.

Startled, I pull him back towards me, gripping his shirt in my fists.

He resists slightly, and I look up to find him looking down the hallway. His eyes narrowed. As if waking from a fever-induced dream, I start to hear the muffled sounds of someone running or walking?

Blaise rushes past, his eyes fierce, his lips in a tight line. He halts when he sees me, flashing his eyes at Draco before landing them back on me.

I pull away from Draco, letting his hands drop from my waist.

"What happened?" I ask Blaise.

"Harper just kissed me!" he yells above the loud music, shoving his hands up into the air.

My mouth drops open.

"What!?" I yell back, a smile growing on my face.

He clocks my smile and shakes his head, his eyes dim.

"No! She kisses me and then she pulls away and says 'I can't do this'" he yells back.

I frown at him, confused. Before I can reply, Draco tugs on my hip.

"I'm gonna go," he says awkwardly. I don't even have time to explain that Blaise won't tell anyone about us before he rushes off.

I see Harper's dark hair and small frame rush past Draco. She pauses quickly, looking at him before spying Blaise and I down the hallway, Draco doesn't give her any acknowledgment and instead he rushes past her.

I turn back towards Blaise, he runs his hands through his short hair, grasping the back of his neck before he sighs.

"Why are you running off?" I ask him.

"I can't do this anymore with her, she's tearing me apart" He says, the anger in his voice makes my heart quiver with sorrow.

Harper appears next to me.

"Blaise, stop, I'm sorry!" she cries, her eyes look red and weary. Blaise doesn't look at her and instead gives me a tired look before turning away and storming towards the exit.

Before Harper can follow, I stick my hand out and stop her.

"What are you doing?!" I yell, now irritated. She was exhausting me.

She looks at me, her features crumbled in worry.

"You wouldn't understand"

I gap at her, fury risings beneath my skin.

"What do you mean?!" I yell back. The alcohol in my blood was making me impatient.

She furrows her eyes at me, and I watch as those brown eyes of hers mimic the look of abhorrence.

A loathing rumble reverberates in my chest.

She turns her head back towards the bar.

"You know, you shouldn't trust Malfoy. He's not who you think he is" she mutters.

I lean forward, not completely sure if I heard her right.

"What are you talking about!?" I groan, lifting my hand to my temples.

She looks back at me, and nothing short of evil flickers in her irises. I flinch backwards against the wall, taken aback by the darkness shadowing in her features.

A chill snakes down my spine.

She races towards the exit instead of answering me. I run after her, dodging the drunks stumbling out into the cool air.

I find her and Blaise shouting at each other, in the middle of the cobbled stone street. People were idling outside, smoking and chatting. A waft of cigarette smoke drifts by and I scrunch my nose up at the scent.

"Why would you kiss me then Harper?!" I hear Blaise yell out.

"I just did! What's wrong with that?" She yells back, her voice hoarse.

"You kissed me and then you said you couldn't! What does that even mean?"

I watch as Harper clenches her fists. From where I'm standing I can only see Blaise's face and the back of Harpers head. In the dimly lit shadows of the street, I can only just make out Blaise's face, his eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared.

"I shouldn't have kissed you!" She cries.

"Well you did!" Blaise exclaims, "You did and now you've ruined everything".

I flinch.

"You don't let anyone in. You don't talk about anything important. You don't even tell Aster anything! You're best friends with her for fucks sake and half the time she doesn't know where you even are!" Blaise roars.

My body tenses at the mention of my name.

"I don't have anything important to talk about!" Harper screams back.

"I had to hear from my own mother, that your mum was sick Harper!" Blaise replies.

My heart stops.

"It's none of your business" Harper squeals, her voice slightly quieter.

I step forward.

"Your mum's sick?" I ask her.

She twists round in shock. Her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly parted.

"Why wouldn't you tell me that?" I ask her.

I watch her face twists with agony, her thoughts muddled beneath those weary eyes of hers.

"I don't need to tell you guys everything!" she cries out.

"Harper we're best friends!" I cry back, my anger turning into despair.

"You don't tell me everything!" she shouts back.

I flinch again, the alcohol swirling furiously in my stomach.

"I do" I mutter.

"Ok well then you should know that Malfoy is a death eater" she spits out immaturely.

My blood turns cold.

"He's not a death eater" I spit back.

"Oh yeah, well his father is one. Trust me, I know" She retorts.

"Why would you know that?" I murmur, confused.

Why is she bringing up Malfoy? Why would she think he's a death eater?

"He doesn't have the dark mark, he can't be one" I yell back, my anger bursting through the tight wall I've kept it contained behind.

"And how would you know that Ast?" She says, raising an eyebrow devilishly, "You can be a death eater without a dark mark" she adds.

I search for words, my mouth opening and closing with disbelief.

"Harper why would you know that?" Blaise demands, stepping forward into the street light.

Harper pauses and bites her bottom lip.

"I just know!" She cries out, throwing her hands up into the air.

"I'm over this. I'm over the both of you. You're getting up in my grill about me keeping secrets when I know for a fact you've both been keeping things from me! This isn't what real friends do. You were never my real friends!" She yells, her voice croaking at the last sentence.

I feel tears prickle in my eyes and I will myself to take deep breaths.

I watch as Harper storms off down the street, her heels hitting the cobblestones with loud clacks. Blaise hovers nearby, both of us stand in silence. Shocked.

Draco's POV

We all end up leaving just before the last song. It was getting late, Pansy was still sulking and I was getting restless.

I know Blaise saw Aster and I together, and I was crossing my fingers that he wouldn't blab. He didn't even look shocked but I thought maybe what ever happened with Harper was taking priority. That Harper seemed like a mess.

It wasn't long after Aster left the bar that was left too. I was half hoping we would catch up to them.

We enter the back of the bed and breakfast, shuffling through the small room and into the hidden tunnel. I walked in silence listening to the boys pull jokes and tease Pansy. We were all pretty slaughtered. I drank a bit too much today, the alcohol was starting to make me feel drowsy.

The walk to the common room was quiet, the five of us careful to step silently and look around corners for professors on night patrol. We were lucky as we reached the common room safely, I let the others go ahead of me hopeful to see Aster waiting for me once were inside.

My heart dropped slightly as I scan the empty common room. I was so pent up with hormones I would probably have to sort myself out tonight.

I don't bother saying goodbye to the others, instead I head straight for my room. I open my door, my hands to my temple rubbing up the already pounding headache already rising.

"Hey" a voice squeaks.

I look up to find Aster sitting at the edge of my bed, her eyes red-rimmed and her cheeks pale.

"Hey" I say giving her a small smile. My heart started to pound in my chest. What was wrong with me? I shouldn't feel so relieved, it was just a girl.

It was Aster though.

I shut the door behind me, pulling my wand out from my jeans and locking it. I walk slowly towards the bed and rest my wand on my side table. Closer up, her emerald eyes were striking, the wetness beneath them highlighting the many shades of green.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

She gives me a weary smile.

"Blaise knows about us" she tells me quietly, "but he won't tell anyone" she adds quickly.

I nod, not sure how to feel.

"Harper.." she pauses and bits her bottom lip nervously. I raise my eyebrows.

"Um she said some stuff" she murmurs.

I dig my hands into my jeans, confused as to what she was trying to tell me.

"What?" I ask.

"She yelled at me and Blaise, said we weren't good friends and whatever" she says flicking a non-existent piece of fluff of from her thigh.

I shuffle my feet awkwardly.

"She mentioned you"

I lift my head up in surprise. I stay quiet, hoping she explains further.

"She said you were a death eater" she whispers, her eyes looking down at her lap.

I stifle a laugh. Out of all the things she could have said she says this?! I don't know if it was the whiskey or the fact that it was so close to the truth it was scary.

I kneel down to face her. I part her legs and rest my hands our her cold thighs.

She looks up in surprise, and I sense her flinch when I touch her. I cringe.

"I am not a death eater" I state simply.

She lifts her head up slightly and looks at me. She seems angry, and my stomach swirls unappealingly.

"You can be a death eater and have a dark mark" she whispers abruptly.

I frown.

"Who told you that?" I demand.

She places her hands on top of mine.

"Harper" she says sternly, "your father is a death eater so you must be too" she explains.

Fuck.

How was I going to explain this? Did I want to explain this to her?

I felt my apprehension cloud in my head, mixed with an insane need to finally talk to someone.

I could never talk freely to anyone about anything, it would be nice to finally open up. Disperse my thoughts.

Maybe Aster was the one to do that with? Could I trust her?

I look up into her green eyes.

"He is, yes" I admit nervously, "but you can't tell anyone that. I'm trusting you Aster" I add, hoping she sees my sincerity.

I needed her to trust me, I had no one else.

She looks taken back and a flash of immediate regret courses through me.

As if she also senses my regret, she grips onto my hands tighter so I can't move away.

"The fact that you Draco Malfoy are on your knees telling me this, I know your telling the truth. I just don't understand why you're so freely admitting this to me."

I lift myself up, suddenly conscious of my outrageous stance. I sit myself down next to her.

"I don't know. I just needed to tell someone. It's not like you think, he's been forced into this. I don't know much because my mother keeps me away from it all but I've seen the mark and I know what it can do" I say, looking down at my hands and twisting the family ring around my finger.

She doesn't look up, she stays completely still as if someone's frozen her with the

"Fuck" I mumble, dragging my hands through my hair.

"Look Aster, I won't hurt you, I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want anything to do with the dark lord. Contrary to popular belief I'm not evil" I desperately plead. I didn't know what I was doing, why was I pleading? Was I trying to convince her or myself?

Aster finally looks up and I feel my limbs slightly relax.

"I believe you" she mutters. Her eyes flicking to mine and back to her lap.

"Why was Harper saying all this?" I ask.

"She's just annoyed and I think she had an inkling about us" she adds, worry flickers in her eyes as she tells me the last part.

"Aster the last thing I care about is Harper finding out, I can handle her" I grunt.

"Don't" she says sternly, "don't talk to her, leave her alone".

I nod.

We both sit in silence, this night wasn't turning out the way I wanted. I was confused, relieved, worried all at once. My head was pounding from the swirling thoughts running through my head.

"You play guitar?" She asks, a slight smirk on her face.

I look up to see her staring at the far corner of my room, my acoustic guitar propped up against the wall collecting dust.

"Yeah, I don't get to play it much though" I explain, grateful to see a small smile on her face.

She puffs out a sigh. I look up confused.

"Explains why you're so good with your fingers" she teases, one eye brow propped up, a seductive smirk playing out of her lips as she stares down at her lap.