#this is payback

Honey.

Your relationship with Elias

1090 words

if you look to your left, you can thank @claiestve for planting this wonderful idea in my thought grinder <3

if you look to your right, you can also thank @xzhdjsj because this is revenge. you wanted this bbg. enjoy ;)

warning: reader is a tad toxic

“I don’t even know why it matters to you. It’s not like you care.”

“What do you mean? Of course I care!” Elias exclaimed, hurrying behind you as you entered the apartment.

“He’s just a friend. I was just being nice. I don’t see why you have to get so possessive.” You argued back.

He really was just a friend. Sure, you got close to him quickly, but that was harmless. Elias knew you didn’t look at anyone else like that anyway.

“It doesn’t matter, most men don’t think like that. He’s not your friend- he’s waiting to make a move on you.”

“Why do you care? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Elias stopped. Eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, completely taken aback.

“What?”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You repeated.

You were sick of Elias avoiding commitment with you. He couldn’t tell you who you should and shouldn’t be close to when he wasn’t even stepping over that line with you in the first place.

“That doesn’t-”

“Whatever, Elias.”

“S-so I just mean nothing to you? Everything we’ve been through together, everything we’ve done, it just means nothing?”

“No that’s not- you’re not even listening!”

“Then talk to me!”

You two stood there, staring back at one another. Chests rising and falling quickly, faces tense.

This was a topic you had avoided. And honestly, you were trying to get close to another man on purpose. The purpose? So Elias would finally stop messing around with you. If getting him jealous meant he would want to be exclusive with you, then you were willing to make that happen.

You opened your mouth before closing it and sighing.

“What are we, Elias? We’re always going on dates, but you’re not my boyfriend, but you say you like me, but we’ve never even had a conversation about commitment. I feel like we’re just messing around and you’re not actually serious.”

His gaze softened.

“I am serious about you.” Elias stepped closer to you, eyes locking with yours.

“And I do like you. A lot.” His face was now only inches from yours.

“And I want to be committed to you.” He lifted a finger to hook under your chin, his lips ghosting yours.

“Then commit.” You whispered.

His lips came down onto yours. It was gentle, but you could feel the desire in that kiss. Slowly your lips became more tangled with his, causing a slow blush to rise to your cheeks. As if you already weren’t close enough, Elias pushed against your body, almost trying to get under your skin.

Elias drifted to your neck, leaving wet kisses that burned your skin under his hot breath.

Murmuring, “I’m sorry for not taking this step with you sooner,” while he decorated your body in purple spots.

You let a sigh leave your lips as Elias travelled further down to your collar bone, pulling down the top of your shirt to reveal more skin.

“Elias..”

He hummed into your skin, not moving from where he was kissing your chest.

The guilt filled you. It was too much. You couldn’t let him continue without knowing the truth.

“Elias.” You said louder, getting his attention with the desperation in your voice.

He looked up at you.

“I was doing it on purpose.”

He stood up straight, confused.

“I was getting close to him on purpose. And you weren’t being possessive. I-” You trailed off, realising how shitting your actions were.

“I.. I just wanted your attention. I thought you would want to be in a relationship with me more if you saw me with somebody else.”

Elias was still. Silent.

After taking a breath, he opened his mouth.

“Why would you do that to me? I thought I was being controlling. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Why would you flirt with someone else.. Why..?”

His words died in his mouth.

You could see how hard it hit him. You were stupid to believe he was just messing around with you, it was obvious he cared. And you disregarded it. Why? Wasn’t it good enough for you?

The silence was difficult to break.

“..I guess I was scared that you didn’t want a relationship with me.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Elias nodded, but his expression had changed.

“Does that.. change your mind about me? Ugh I feel so guilty.” You threw your hands over your face.

He pulled your hands down from your face gently.

“I want you to be mine, not because I don’t want others to have you, but because I like you. And..” He sighed ”..I wanted us to take our time. B-but taking our time doesn’t mean I want you to get close to other men.”

Shit. What is wrong with you?

You couldn’t speak. Your throat was clogged with emotion.

“To tell you the truth,” Elias continued, “I was scared too. I was scared that I was falling too quickly for you, so I held my feelings back. Maybe I should’ve just been honest, but I didn’t want to pressure you.”

He took a breath, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“I’ve been cautious about getting involved with people since I got cheated on. I know it was ages ago, and she was shitty, but..”

Oh. You fucked up.

“..I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to let myself fall for someone who isn’t loyal. So when I began to catch feelings really quickly, I didn’t want to make the mistake of loving someone who would hurt me.”

You blinked through tears. “I’m so sorry.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. How could Elias even look at you the same, let alone want to be in a relationship with you.

“Do you think.. you could forgive me? It was really stupid of me, I’m so sorry.”

You reached out for his hand. He didn’t react.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. I promise.”

“Yeah, well seeing the person I love flirting with someone else hurts.”

There was nothing else you could say or do. You fucked up. This was your fault. You hurt him.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Elias had to bite back through emotion. Eyes stinging, threatening to spill tears.

“You did it on purpose.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Me neither.”

You looked up at him, slightly confused.

Before you could say anything, he turned around towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You asked, concerned.

“Why do you care? I’m not your boyfriend.”

He turned and left.

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Draco Malfoy, master of the smirk and deliverer of cutting snark, could only stare, mouth slightly open,  as he watched the woman across the table carefully remove the cherry garnish from her gateau chocolate and pop it into her mouth, carrying on a lively conversation with none other than Pansy Parkinson as if she was not on the verge of bringing him to his knees in a public place. It had started as a conversation about Pansy’s obsession with Paris Fashion Week and had rapidly devolved into a back-and-forth about the history of various Parisian Ateliers. Then Ginny Weasley had whimsically waxed poetic about her dream wedding undergarments. The whole thing had quickly traversed into a mind-bending, detailed discussion about the merits of various pieces, cuts, and materials used for lingerie, headed by Hermione Granger. All while Luna, with dreamy eyes, looked between Pansy and Hermione as they exchanged their vast knowledge about the benefits of each piece.

Draco would never know how he had wound up in the middle of such a conversation between the two and how Hermione Granger, of all people, seemed to be the authority about something as niche and intimate as the history of the trousseau, only that the whole thing made him feel decidedly lightheaded. One moment, everyone at the table had been discussing the travesty that was the colour palette of Blaise Zabini and Ginny Weasley’s engagement party and the expected dress code for Milan in spring and the next Pansy and Hermione were bonding over  Runways and Atelier shows. For their part, Blaise and Ginny were nodding along, whispering to each other behind wine glass rims and exchanging knowing glances at Draco. Much to Draco’s chagrin, neither Blaise nor Ginny seemed inclined to put a stop to the rather detailed and description-heavy conversation occurring across the table, not even when  Pansy and Hermione started mentioning Demi-cups, high cuts, and suspender belts, and Luna encouraged them to consider the merits of undercuts corsets over bustiers. Draco would never have thought that of all the things she could speak at length about, one of Hermione Granger’s niche hyper-focus topics would be the role of high-class lingerie in women’s fashion or that she could have a marked preference for custom-sewn pinchers rather than mass producer shaping hosiery.

Under the table, Draco felt the telltale tap of a pointed shoe against his shin and glanced up and beside him, where Ginny caught his eyes, her expression mischievous.

“This is payback, Malfoy. I’m not above using your secrets against you. Time to feel the pain.”

The blond grunted, his brain half absent and lost for words as it groped through the details dripping from Hermione’s painted lips about barely present lace.

“What did I ever do to you, Red?”

“For all those times you walked on us in while I was trying to have my way with Blaise, and decided that you simply couldn’t just leave and let us finish.” Next to Ginny, Blaise smirked as he leaned into his fiancee but offered no further input.