Healing // d.m.

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  DRACO Malfoy was a fucking git. Catherine was trying so hard to focus but she couldn't. Her hands gripped the blanket that was on top of her naked body and pulled it tight up to her chest. He was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, leaning against the bed frame, the blanket covering only up to his waist.

  He was holding her book of Potions, his favourite subject, and he was quizzing her for her test with the Senior Healers tomorrow. She passed the written and practical tests but she still has one last hurdle. The final oral examinations, which are coming up in a few months.

  He was quizzing her without clothes on. The fucking git.

  By some miracle, they both woke up before their alarm would ring at 7 a.m. and they had to leave for a meeting at the Ministry this morning. They wanted Catherine to join them this time.

  The sunlight bathed the bed and for the love of Merlin, she couldn't focus on anything else except for wanting to rip the blankets off their bodies and do something else.

  "Eyes on my face, love." He pointed out, snapping his fingers at her.

  Her eyes leisurely took the time, roaming from the blanket on his legs up to his chest. She took a pause at his lips before making contact with his silver eyes.

  "As opposed to where?"

  He chuckled, "You tell me."

  Catherine could feel the blush on her cheeks and crossed her arms against her chest.

  "List the ingredients you would need to make Skele-gro." Draco repeated. It was a mockingly easy question, but he decided to grace her with his arms above his head, stretching them up, adoring her with his sculpted abdominal muscles, the blanket slipping slightly down to show the V of his hips.

  "Hmm.. at this point if you don't know the answer to that, I don't think you'll do well tomorrow." Catherine chucked a pillow at him. He caught it with one smooth motion with his hand.

  "At least put a shirt on."

  Draco shook his head, "There will be distractions when you take the quiz, this is practice."

  "There won't be handsome shirtless guys in front of me, only old and bald seniors." She wanted to throw another pillow at him but he caught it first, grinning like a moron.

  "That's unfortunate. As much as your flattery does reach my heart, I'd prefer other words of compliments."

  Catherine grumbled, "Yes, like how about an annoying idiot, or a bloody twat."

  "No love. I was leaning onto spectacular or maybe God-like."

  This time she threw the pillow that was on her back, satisfied when it caught him in the cheek. There was a wicked gleam in his eye and Catherine swallowed hard. That look never meant well.

  "Maybe you need a little encouragement."

  She fisted the blanket in her hands. "Oh?"

  Draco stalked over to her like a lion and he was now hovering above her. "A kiss for every ingredient you get right." He leaned over and nudged her earlobe with his nose before whispering, "Tell me, Healer Catherine what do you need to make a perfect brew of Skele-gro? I'll give you a hint, there are 6 of them."

  She wanted to flip him off, she does not need his hints. She knew this potion by heart. But the moment his hand went to her neck, the wires in the brain were scrambled. She could feel the coldness of his rings on her skin and she arched her back begging for more.