I hate you! Well kind of, maybe just have an extreme dislike for you (Draco Malfoy) {three}

I just decided to apparate us both back to my apartment. Once I was back at the apartment, Draco didn’t stir so I opted for a light smack on the cheek.

“Malfoy wake up,” I say hitting him lightly on the cheek with the palm of my hand. It was sort of fun to do this considering he was always such an ass in school.

“I’m up woman,” he says putting his hand up to block another hit.

“Sorry, that was kind of enjoyable,” I say with a slight smirk.

“Where are we?” Draco says getting up.

“Not in the alley obviously,” I say heading over to my kitchen to get some ice.

“You’re head is bleeding,” he says.

“Figures,” I say grabbing a dish towel and filling it with ice to put on the back of my head. I headed over to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of whiskey.

“Let me see it,” he says coming over to me.

“Hold it right there Malfoy, I can lick my own wounds,” I growl.

“You know what? I don’t even know why I decided to help you,” Draco says scowling at me.

“I have me stumped,” I say taking a drink.

“You really are doing this,” he says looking around.

“Doing what?” I question.

“Cutting yourself off from them,” Draco says looking me straight in the eyes.

“Don’t act so shocked, there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d become an emotionless trophy wife to some asshole and be miserable for the rest of my life,” I say.

“I figured you wouldn’t,” he says.

“What about you? Your dad doesn’t seem to have that stick so far up his ass anymore,” I say casually as I sat down on my couch.

“You’re still a bitch,” Draco says shaking his head at me.

“You’re still an asshole,” I say with a smirk.

“I honestly have no clue how you didn’t end up in Slytherin,” Draco says sitting down next to me.

“One of the many mysteries of the world,” I shrug. My back ached and my head was thumping.

“Come here Taylor,” he orders.

“No yelling Malfoy my head hurts,” I say annoyed.

“Just shut up,” Draco says pulling me towards him. Draco was surprisingly gentle as he examined my head.

“What’s the diagnosis Dr. Malfoy,” I say sarcastically.

“It seems you are suffering from bitch-itis,” Draco says pulling his wand out and points it at the coffee table. A bottle of something appears and Draco grabs it.

“At least it’s not as bad as stickupyourass syndrome,” I counter. Draco continued to clean my head up and soon it felt better but it still left my back hurting.

“So this is your place?” Draco says looking around.

“Yes,” I say.

“It’s small,” he says.

“I’m doing some renovations but its mine at least,” I counter giving him a dirty look.

“It’s nice,” Draco says.

“Okay who are you and what have you done with Draco?” I say looking at him like he was crazy.

“You called me Draco,” he says with a smirk.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m concussed,” I state.

“Right,” Draco says mockingly.

I stood up and took my jacket off to hang on my closet. With my jacket in tow I began walking up the stairs to my room to put it away. After putting away my jacket I turned to go back to the main room when my black cat with bright amber eyes zoomed past me.

“Sparks, get your ass over here,” I exclaim noticing that he was dragging an electric cord with him.

“You have a cat?” Draco says raising an eyebrow at me.

“Yes but he thinks he’s a fucking electrician,” I say trying to catch Sparks. Draco seemed to look very amused at this and it pissed me off considering my back hurt like a bitch. Soon Sparks jumped on Draco’s lap and leapt over his head but not before I could snatch the cord away from him. Unfortunately I crashed on top of Draco soon after.

“This is surprisingly comfortable,” Draco says and I can practically hear him smirking. I was straddling his lap with my chest inches from his face.

“Pervert,” I say pulling back causing me to almost fall backwards but Draco caught me before I tumbled over. I flinched because he caught me by the back.

“Shit Wren I didn’t know I grabbed you that hard,” he says as apologetic as he gets. I got off his lap and sat down on the couch regaining my composure.

“Its fine,” I say waving off his looks of guilt. Soon Sparks jumped onto my lap and began nudging against my free hand.

“So what’s its name?” Draco asks.

“His name is Sparks,” I say petting Sparks under his chin.

“That’s not a terrible name,” Draco says.

“Yeah, actually I’m pretty surprised he’s even out here right now,” I say.

“Why?” Draco questions.

“Sparks doesn’t really like anyone,” I state as Sparks purred loudly.

“Maybe he has good taste,” Draco says arrogantly.

“Or maybe I still have the electrical cord in my hand,” I counter.

“Uh huh sure, no one can resist the Malfoy charm,” Draco states.

“You’re honestly the most ridiculous person I’ve met,” I say with a laugh.

“So you’re not working at the joke shop today?” Draco asks casually changing the subject.

“Clearly, what are you stalking me?” I say raising an eyebrow at him.

“No,” he says quickly giving me a scowl.

“You should really stop making that face, you’re face is going to get stuck that way,” I say.

“I don’t care,” Draco says.

“Right,” I say as Sparks jumped off my lap and onto the wooden floor boards. I stood up as carefully as possible but pain shot through my shoulders and down my spine causing me to sit back down.

“Let me see your back,” he says.

“Why?” I question.

“Because it’s hurting you and I want to make sure no bones are broken,” Draco says giving me a tired look.

“Ugh whatever Dr. Malfoy,” I say annoyed as I turned my back to him. Draco slowly rolled my shirt up. His hands were slightly cold in a way that it felt good against my bare skin. He ran his hands down my back very carefully not to hurt me. Oh Merlin it felt pretty good. He’s a man whore of course he’s good with his hands. Shut up don’t ruin the moment. No one has moments with Draco Malfoy unless they are in bed.

“Just some uh bruising,” Draco says quickly putting my shirt down. Did I just hear him sound nervous? I turned to face him and he already recovered.

“Okay?” I say.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he says with a smirk.

“Yes very much, mind doing it again?” I say deciding I wanted to throw him off and I was successful. I smirked wildly at him and leaned towards him.

“You and I both know, you enjoyed that more than I did,” I whisper into his ear.

“In your dreams Taylor,” Draco counters with a scoff.

“Malfoy, do you mind leaving? Harry is coming over,” I say coolly. Ha! That’ll show him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Draco says angrily apparating out of my apartment. Someone is a bit touchy. What a weird day. Draco Malfoy actually acting nice for once and me actually enjoying his hands on my skin. Oh Merlin, did I just admit to that? I hope that’s the concussion talking.

I better clean myself up, before the gang gets here. Harry wasn’t the only one coming over but I sort of just wanted to piss off Draco and have him leave before I felt tempted to kiss him. That wouldn’t happen ever. Sure it wouldn’t. Stop thinking and everything will be alright.