A/N: AHHHH!!!!! Omg it's been so long!!! Honestly like two years!! What on earth happened? I just like disappeared off the surface of the planet for awhile there guys and I am soooo sorry! But the other day, I randomly thought of the stories I left unfinished so I think I should finally keep going with them. I have no idea if any of my faithful fans remain, but even if you've all given up on this story, I figured I'd finish it up just for old time's sake. Soooo after much too long, here is Chapter 15!!!

Chapter 15: Disappearance

I was irritated. I was so irritated that I could barely think straight. I was irritated that Draco thought that he could just jerk me around as he pleased. I was irritated that I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was irritated that it had been three days and he still hadn't made an effort to get in touch with me.

I went on with my regular routine: I attended to Head Girl business, spent time with friends, went to class, and did my work. I ate and slept and showered. But my mind was never in any of it. All I could think about was Draco. Every once in awhile I would see a flash of blonde hair, or someone with blue eyes, and I would immediately think of him. Not only did I miss him, but he had been missing from classes since our fight, and I was horribly worried. I had been to the Hospital Wing but had no luck; all I found there was more badgering from Madam Pomfrey about my scars and assurance that she was there for me if the need arose.

I kept my eyes and ears open everywhere. I lingered awkwardly behind the Slytherins – and received several icy stares as a result – in the hope that they would mention something concerning his whereabouts. Nothing. People were talking about him, but no one had seen him. No one knew where he was. By the time a week had passed, I was fairly certain that I'd given myself an ulcer by worrying so much.

A week and a half and nothing. I had run out of ideas. I was beginning to despair, considering going to Dumbledore and demanding to know Draco's location, when suddenly, there he was. Draco. Every muscle in my body relaxed when I saw him and I smiled for the first time in Merlin knows how long. But there was something wrong. I noticed it instantly in the way he was walking, the way he was carrying himself. I stood on the stairs and watched him curiously as he hobbled to the Great Hall. What was wrong with him? He turned his head to the side to say something to a friend and I gasped; he had a black eye and his face was swollen with purple bruises.

I hurried after him, making my way into the Great Hall just as lunch was starting. All the food looked amazing, and I was famished, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from him long enough to eat something. His entire face was completely destroyed! Draco never caught my eye but I could tell from his demeanour that he was aware of me. As soon as he stood up to leave, I slipped out and waited. He exited the hall a moment later and I grabbed his arm, pulling him into a secluded corner.

"Draco!" I said breathlessly. "Where have you been?"

"Hello to you too," he drawled, smirking at me. "I had some business to attend to."

"Draco," I said cautiously, searching his face. He wasn't letting me in. "What's going on? Why are you so bruised?"

"I am?" he said, suddenly serious. "Shit." He pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. I watched the bruises and cuts melt away and I knew it was the spell that I had used on my own injuries.

"Okay, now I'm really worried, Draco," I said, frowning. "What's going on?"

"Nothing is going on," he said. "I had to go home for a little while to take care of some things, but everything is fine."

"Don't lie to me," I spat. "If everything's fine, then why are you so beaten up?"

"Don't involve yourself, love," he murmured, stroking my cheek. "It's best just to leave it alone."

"Please…"

He suddenly leaned in and kissed me softly. All the thoughts fell out of my head and I couldn't feel anything except for his lips.

"I missed you," he whispered, kissing my forehead. He then turned on his heel and strode away, leaving me wondering what had gone on in the Malfoy household over the past two weeks.


Over the next few days, things returned to a semi-normal routine. Malfoy was back in my life, and I was glad, but things were different. For one thing, I was confused as to where we stood. We weren't dating, but we definitely weren't just friends either. We would meet up periodically in a flurry of heated kisses and groping hands, but nothing else. We didn't really speak, and we didn't go further than that physically. I always reddened just thinking about it; I'd never been a very sexual person. I was always painfully shy on the matter. With Jason, our sex life consisted mostly of rape, but with Draco, it was so exciting. I desperately wanted to go further with him, but my logical side was holding me back. After all, we weren't even dating. Plus, I was scared. Scared that I would be terrible now that the sex would be consensual as opposed to me lying on the bed motionless and in tears. I was scared he wouldn't want me. I was scared I wouldn't know what to do. But my desire overruled all those things when I saw him, and I grew more and more frustrated about our in between situation.

Then there was the fact that he still hadn't revealed anything to me about what had happened to him at home. Every time I thought about it, I positively burned with curiosity. I had brought it up tentatively a few times, but he had always changed the subject abruptly. It was irritating, but there wasn't much I could do about it.


One uneventful evening, I was sitting cross-legged on my bed working on a Potions essay when someone started pounding loudly on my door. I just about jumped out of my skin and went to the door, expecting it to be Shawn, drunk, dancing and ranting away philosophically. He had a love for his alcohol and had tried several times to get me to join in, but I hadn't accepted as of yet. To my surprise, it wasn't drunk Shawn. It was drunk Draco, swaying on the spot. I didn't know how much he'd consumed but the bloodshot eyes and smell told me it was a lot.

"Draco?" I said. "What are you doing here? You gave me such a fright."

"I came to see you," he grinned, and pushed past me, flopping down on my bed and sending my school work flying.

"Yes, I can see that," I said grumpily, gathering up my papers. "Why?"

"Because it's been a few days since I've touched you," he slurred. "Much too long."

I smiled and came over to him, stroking his hair and kissing him gently. He yanked me toward him and pinned me down onto the bed. He kissed me forcefully and then began trailing kisses down my neck.

"Draco…" I breathed.

"Mm?"

"Are we going to…"

He paused. "I was sort of hoping we might," he said, grinning wolfishly at me. His expression suddenly turned serious. "If you're okay to."

The fact that Draco – a drunk, hormone-ridden and very sexually active teenage boy – had stopped to ask me if it was okay just made me want him more. I tugged his shirt off and went for his belt buckle next.

"My, my," he mocked. "Little Granger has a sexual side."

I blushed and wouldn't meet his eyes. He leaned down and kissed my ear.

"I love it," he whispered.

As we started running out of clothes to remove, my nerves started setting in. I tried to just focus on the feelings that Draco was giving me, but I was scared. I mean, what if it hurt? What if something went wrong? What if I didn't –

Draco sank into me with a sudden thrust and my mind went blank. Oh, this was good. This was very good.


A/N: Sorry if it's no good, I'm a little rusty. Review and let me know who's still reading this thing!