A Simple Misunderstanding

Part 1

"I don't know what you mean." I lie, my voice coming out breathy. I tilt my head to give him better access to my neck and his hands grip my waist, pulling me roughly against the hard length of him. 

"Liar." He says with a smirk that I can feel against my skin. He turns me fast and I fall into him, lips meeting with a fiery passion as we both fight for dominance. I get lost in him right away, forgetting that Im already a bit behind schedule on my errands for the day. Draco's hands go the the backs of my thighs and he lifts me onto to counter, stepping between my legs and pulling me flush against him, causing us both to let out a wanton groan. Right then the floo activates and Blaise Zabini steps thought. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Its guys day Draco. Put your dick back in your pants and let's go." Blaise says, totally unaffected by what he walked in on. He folds his arms across his chest and glares at us. 

"Fuck off Blaise, i'm busy." Draco all but growls at him. 

I laugh and pushes Draco away so I could hope off the counter. "It's fine. I need to be going anyways. I have Angelina's things tonight remember? And i'm already behind on the errands I need to do, since we slept in so late." I explained. Draco smirked down at me, reminding me of  exactly why we needed to sleep in late to begin with. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle and stood on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss before moving around him in search of my clothes. 

"Yeah listen to your girlfriend, Draco. Now hurry up Theo is waiting for us." Blaise said, his face lit in a triumphant smile. 

"If you're going to be an insufferable prick all day then count me out. And she's not my girlfriend." Draco replied with a roll of his eyes. 

I had just found my pants and shirt, still looking for my bra when I stiffened and turned to face him, dropping my clothes at my feet. I immediately felt the pain of his words in my chest, cutting deeper than it probably should have, before I was filled with rage. Draco noticed my expression and gave me a worried look. 

"What?" He asked, his brows furrowed together in question. 

"You don't think i'm your girlfriend?" I asked, cold rage seeping through my voice. His eyes widened as if he was just now realizing what he said and he gulped, shooting a nervous look at Blaise. 

"Well, uhh.." He tried to form words, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he's nervous. "I mean I know we are dating and all but we just never defined anything.." He trails off. 

"Never defined anything?! We've been together for over 8 months now and most nights you have no problem fucking me and sleeping with me and you don't consider us boyfriend and girlfriend?" 

"No! Im just saying that we have never talked about it! We haven't discussed if we are exclusive or had the seeing other people talk." 

"We haven't had the seeing other people talk! So you've been seeing other people?" I ask, hoping he doesn't hear the hurt in my voice. I noticed i'm still standing there in his quidditch jersey and no pants so I grab my jeans from the floor and start to pull them up my legs, desperate to get out of his apartment as fast as I could. 

"No! Of course not! I'm just saying that we haven't had those talks yet!" Draco said, starting to get frustrated. His hands went up to run through his hair, another nervous tick of his. 

I realize in that moment that i've learned all his ticks, could recognize his mood by the tone of his voice. I know how he likes his coffee in the morning and afternoon tea. I know what book he's reading now and his favorite poem and that his favorite meal is dessert and he considers pancakes to be morning dessert. I know his favorite spot to be alone is on the far side of the pond at Malfoy Manor, against an old oak tree. And I freeze for a second when I realize that I know all this because i've been under the assumption that we have been in a committed relationship for close to a year while he thought us to be casually dating. So I take a deep breath and focus only on my anger, not the hurt at the thought that maybe he doesn't know any of those things about me.