undress my mind

She stared at his lifeless eyes with shock and horror. Her hand shook as she lifted it and pressed it against her lips. A forceful exhale left her lips as the polished shoe belonging to Tom Riddle nudged the dead wizard’s body without care.

She looked at him sharply. “What did you do?”

He gave her a bland smile and pointed his wand at Cormac. Silently, Tom transformed the body into a bone before bending to pick it up.

“You know what I’d do for you, love,” Tom said in a light voice, smiling at her. He slipped the bone inside his pocket and took a step toward Hermione. He gently placed his hand against her cheek. “Would you not have done the same for me? If someone was coercing me like he was with you?”

Hermione closed her eyes as Tom rubbed his thumb across her face. “I would have done worse,” she sighed. “But not at Hogwarts,” she tacked on with reproach.

Hermione felt Tom’s lips brush against her forehead, and she inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his spicy cologne.

“I know what you'd do for me,” he said, ignoring the last part of her statement.

Hermione allowed him to pull her closer to him and rested her cheek against his strong chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“I’d do anything,” she whispered.

He didn't respond, but she didn't need him to. She knew he'd do anything for her, too.

They were fools for one another.

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A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he realized that she was waiting on him.

“You wanted to talk, Granger?” He asked.

Hermione seemed to be contemplating what she was going to say as she stepped closer towards Draco. He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a lazy smirk. She huffed in annoyance at his behavior.  

“You need to stop staring at me,” she finally said.

Draco gave a derisive laugh. “Pardon?”

“You’ve been staring at me these past few weeks, and Ronald has begun to notice.”

“Ronald?” Draco snorted. “I still can’t believe you’re with that weasel.”

Hermione scoffed. “Your opinion is not relevant right now, Malfoy.”

Something changed as Draco stood up taller. He leaned closer to her, and she could smell his sweet cologne. “Malfoy now, is it?”

“Draco,” she amended, tilting her head back so she could see him better. “You need to stop. We agreed that what happened between us was a mistake, and you need to honor that agreement.”

“Do I now?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “You do.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds before Draco grabbed Hermione by the waist, spinning her so that she was pressed in between him and the door. “And what if I changed my mind, Granger? What if I no longer think it’s a mistake?”

Hermione scowled despite the deep blush on her face. “Again, what you think is not relevant. I do not care about your opinion anymore.” She shoved against him until there was space between them. “Now, I will ask you once before I start hexing you in the hallways, Malfoy. Stop staring at me.”

With that, she lowered the privacy wards he had erected and left. Draco clenched his jaw. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys always got what they wanted. 

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