His Savior

Chapter 19. Year 4. Draco.

A/N So I noticed a few people read this, so i decided to keep it going a least a few more chapters at least. Again I'm not much of a fan of this book, but I think my other one has some potential. White. It would be great if someone checked it out! Anyway if I actually end up publishing this, I hope you enjoy! 

I have never been so attracted to her than when she put Potter in his place. I send him a smug smirk as she grabs my arm and drags me out of the room. 

"Shit, shit, shit!" she says as she shakes her head and slides down the wall. She throws her head into her hands and groans. I squat in front of her, facing her and taking her head out of her hands. 

"Hey, hey. You're ok" I tell her and grab her hands and massage them. Her hands have calluses on them and her nails are bitten raw. I look down at them and notice she's wearing four rings. 

On her left hand she has a gold butterfly with diamonds engraved on it on her left middle finger, and a small silver ring with an fake emerald in the center on her left pinky. Note to self, buy her a real emerald ring. On her right hand there's a  gold painted ring, that is leaving her finger green, with a flat heart in the middle on her ring finger. Another note to self, buy her some good quality rings. And lastly a flat color changing ring on her pointer finger. I've heard of the color changing ring, it's called a mood ring. Apparently they also make necklaces, bracelets, and earrings of it too. It's been said that muggles go crazy over them. 

I slip her hands into mine in a cradling position next. Their so small. Especially compared to my large ones. No wonder I've never seen her hold a cup with only one hand, she'd end up dropping it. 

I flip over her palms and notice a small angry white scar across her left palm. I trace my finger over and she shudders. I see small thin scars on the pads of her fingers as well. 

"What are these?" I ask her as I move her hand up to my mouth. I kiss the large scar before moving to the many small scars on her fingers. 

"I used to be able to play the guitar. But I can't anymore. My hands are too small" she says with a shrug. "And I'm not quite sure how I got that one. I literally woke up with it one day. Jeff and Linda said I've always had it, but I know as a fact I haven't" she says with a small huff. 

"Jeff and Linda?" I ask. I know those are probably her adopted parents, but I'm hoping it distracts her from what happened with her brother. No matter how much I want to praise her for it. Which is something strange. I don't praise people, no matter what.

"My parents back in the U.S." she sighs. I turn my gaze up to her wrists and memorize every detail as I did with her hands. 

She has more braided bracelets on her wrists than I can count on her left wrist. And more black rubber bands than I can count on her right. The light blond arm hair she has sticks out in practically every direction. It's quite entertaining. 

"Do you have the scar like Potter" I ask her randomly. I've been wondering it for a while now, but never actually asked. We aren't exactly buddy buddy. Oh God I'm starting to talk like her! 

"No" she shakes her head as she says it and a few pieces of her hair falls onto my face. "Shit sorry!" she says as she goes to pull them back.

I grab them from my hand and bring them closer. God she smells so good. Her hair smells like lavenders. It's also silky soft. Unrealistically soft. 

"There's is some serious shit going down at this school" some one says as foot steps approach this hallway. I grab Amely's hand a pull her to my chest as I hide us behind a pillar. 

"Tell me about it. There's what ever fling is going on with Malfoy and female Potter, who I'd love to shag, and then theirs the feud between the two Potters" another voice replies. The foot steps get louder as they walk right past us. They're three Ravenclaw boys. 

I become furious at the thought of her settling to fuck some low life dirty Ravenclaw. I clench my jaw as I hold her tighter.

"She seems real feisty. Even for Malfoy" the third one says with a shake of his head. Fuck him. I can take her. They should be worried about her, cause if my thoughts keep acting this way she won't be able to walk by the end of the week.

"Nah, I always had an assumption all the girls here were to vanilla for Malfoy. She might be right down his alley" the first boy says with a small chuckle. Well now I know who not to bully out of the three. 

At last they leave. I look down at Amely and she's playing with a button of my shirt. Before she aggressively rips the button off. 

"What the hell Potter? Why the fuck did you do that?" I ask her. I was furious. She just ruined my shirt! 

"Relax I can fix it. Besides it didn't fully match up with the rest of the buttons so it was driving me insane" she says with an eyeroll. She pulls out her wand to fix the button. "Accio sewing kit" she says. She's still not very good at magic as the box comes flying out of nowhere and hits the side of her head with a clunk. I try to hold in my laughter as she rubs the side of her head. "Shut up" she mumbles. 

She abruptly sits criss crossed on the floor and pulls at the hem of my pants to follow. 

"Ah you wanna suck me off?" I ask in a sickening fake cute voice. 

"No, stop being annoying. Now sit" she says as she pats the ground. I sit across from her with a sigh. She scoots so she's in between my legs. She grabs the box and pulls out a needle and white thread. 

She pulls my shirt and starts fixing it. Her tongue is slightly out of her mouth on the side as she concentrates. Her eyes are only focused on the button as she sews it back on. 

She slips the needle between the button holes and the fabric of my shirt with such ease. She scoots a bit closer as she sews it on tighter. Her legs are under my knees and her elbows rest on my thighs. She closes her legs behind her, pulling her even closer. 

Her hair drapes across her right shoulder before cascading onto my leg. I start twirling it between my fingers. I bring it to my lips and kiss it. She stops and looks at me.

"Did I say you could stop?" I ask aggressively. She gives off a small humph and continues with her sewing. 

A few minutes later she finishes and starts to stand up. I grab her hip and pull her back down. She lands on my lap this time. She kneels on my thighs and it's a little painful. She moves so she's straddling me. I give her a smug look. 

"Oh don't get cocky. It just looked uncomfortable for you" she huffs but I can see her cheeks get pink. 

"What are you guys doing?" I hear a disgusted look from the end of the hallway. Parkinson stands there with a vile expression on her face. 

"Nothing, Potter's just horny" I tell her. Amely whips her head at me and glares. 

"Your right I am" she says. I look down at her excited. "That's why I'm gonna go find Auston" she says before standing up. She leans down to grab her stuff and accidently makes it so I can see her cleavage. "Bye Parkinson" she says as she walks down the corridor. 

She struts out and moves her hips more than usual. Just to rub it in my face. She better not actually be going to find that little fucker.