Chapter One
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A.N: I'm currently editing this story, I wrote it a few years ago and it was just a teenage experiment. Now it annoys me to see how many stupid little grammar and spelling mistakes I made. I'll try to catch them all and I think I'm going to expanding on chapters and the plot as I edit.
The slytherin common room was unnaturally quiet as the grandfather clock's soft Tic-Toc was the only sound in the background but after a moment thought I remembered it was long after mid-night.
Once again Draco and I were the last ones left in the common room, a recently formed habit I wasn't sure I enjoyed, Draco was known to only do things he wanted and this reassurance wasn't something he gained from, unless you classify my rough help with assignments beneficial and I didn't.
It was Sunday night a few weeks into term, most of the student body were in their beds, tired after an energetic weekend of activities in the rare sunny Scottish countryside, or in the case of some lucky hormonal couples in someone else's bed.
Draco and I had been finishing off some late essays and chatting about some of the school gossip, apparently Potter and Weasley were fighting for Grangers romantic attention I didn't believe a word of it but Draco found any new Gryffindor rumours amusing. This was something our new habit included; chatting, gossiping, laughing. Before this year Draco and I just attended Hogwarts together now we interacted, late at night and usually alone, this was our private time.
I was lying on the black leather couch day-dreaming, while Malfoy finished off his overdue Herbology homework near me on the matching leather love-seat opposite me. My eyes were closed, as watching Draco rapidly write gibberish lost it's amusement quickly especially if he was frustrated, instead I hummed the rhythm to some old rock song.
I was dressed in a short white dress with black stocking and a pair of matching white heels, but my black cloak hid what I wore. I always made sure I dressed well, it made my self confidence blossom and I thrived to be confident in everything I did. My blond hair had been styled straight but after Blaise Zabini and I had a mini-pillow fight after an argument about the goblin war timeline in the late afternoon it fell into a mused mess. I never wore make-up on Sunday, technically I put it down as my 'day off' but there were always exceptions to my silly private rules, especially during the summer when my mother would arrange lunches and brunches with well-known families and I would have to play doll and dress up.
And in my home, where an extremely ancient and traditional pureblood family flourished, my narcissistic and frivolous existent was celebrated as it lingered above the benchmark of a polite and compliant lady. So matter such as my clothes and hair were always a matter of great importance to me and usually the rest of the female population I surrounded myself in.
As I relaxed on the leather I thought back to the summer that had just passed, plenty had happened. My four Grandparents came to visit me a good few times this summer; while I would have rather had gone to visit Morocco or New York. My father always reminded me how lucky I was to have all my grandparents still living and healthy, then he would always mutter about how lucky he was for it too. I suspect he's worried about the potential inheritance he's initialed to after they pass and the tag along stress that might possess.
I had my sixteenth birthday and my spectacular 'coming out' party on the twenty-first of June. All my friends had came to the event and my mother had invited half of England and most of the upper class Europeans to the unforgettable day. It was quiet a bash for everyone as the alcohol was plentiful and the musicians were amazing, it was the official day I was 'out' in society so I could actually get engaged now, not that that was in the horizon anytime soon.
My thoughts drifted to my parents, who had let me and trusted me into society as soon as my age would allow it telling me and the rest of the wizarding world how much confidence they had in me. My mother and father were deeply in love, which sickened me sometimes and also brought me great satisfaction, many of my friends parents hate each other. However as we live in a very prejudice world as wealthy purebloods their extensive love was never allowed to be shown in public. So their affection only existed in private.
I shifted on the couch and rearranged the cloak to cover my chest more and my mind floated to thoughts of my changing body. My breasts had grown over the summer not that I was ever flat chested but now they were quiet pronounced and it was starting to get annoying. Mother advised if they got any bigger I'd have to get them reduced after I was completely finished developing.
I felt the dim light of the common room fade darker threw my closed eyes but I was sure that the common room lighting never really went completely out as most of the fires were lit day and night deep down here in the Slytherin dungeons because it was so cold. When I felt a hot breathe on my face my eyes flicked open surprised, who had snuck their way to my side without my knowledge? There leaning near my head was Draco Malfoy who was looking at the side of my face amused, I realised I may have fallen asleep for a moment in my tranquillity, it frightened me to think I felt so at ease with Draco, my new late night acquaintance to fall asleep in his company. Draco's cool silver eyes were staring into my purple glossy eyes, I found Hogwarts to be as a rule quiet monotonous but Draco was becoming more refreshing to be around.
"You want to go to bed?" Draco asked in a husky tone as he handed spoken in over an hour, he rather sleep in his bed than in the common room, I on the other hand was comfortable on the leather couch and suddenly feeling quiet exhausted.
"Not really, it's comfy down here" I said shifting so I was leaning onto my side, my head slowly sunk in the dark green cushion and I fixed my feet to hang off the edge so the metal heels of my shoe's wouldn't rip the leather couch. Draco openly frowned at me and it made the usually handsome straight lines of his face shift into something rather unpleasant. Usually I just did was ever he asked at this time of night because by now I would be on auto-pilot, but tonight I was feeling playful.
"Mebelle..." Draco whispered turning his body around so now he was kneeling comfortably, he swiftly moved his elbows for balance perhaps onto the couch aside my face this left us so our faces were at the same level, he was placing himself strategically parallel to mine maybe he was trying to be sly about it but I noticed.
"Yes, Draco…?" I replied lightly not allowing my eyes to break the connect with his. We were so close, the closest we had ever sat together, Ic ould feel his warm breath on my skin.
Draco took some of my blonde hair in his long slender fingers. "You know, I've been thinking it over and I've come to the conclusion that…" his mouth quirked into a half smirk as his silver eyes darkened lustfully as he paused and released my hair , "…You may be the most attractive girl in Slytherin." He announced seriously as he leaned slowly into my face as if testing the waters with me. I laughed at his statement and he softly glared at my off handish response to his intimate confession.
I knew that Draco and I's playful relationship was altering, it was bound to happen sooner or later as during the past few weeks of school the sexual tension around us was ballooning. And it was a good job that we were both quiet forward when it came to things we wanted; because I don't think I could have survived a few more weeks of waiting around for him to make the first move.
"Just in Slytherin..." I whispered softly a giggle in my tone, Draco's eyes flipped as they lit up with laughter.
"I don't look at any other girls," he joked, and then he kissed me. His cool lips were demanding and powerful, but I wasn't going to let him have our first kiss, our battle of lips was hot and passionate. He was a good kisser and we were a good match for each other I decided as Draco's fingers lost themselves in my hair again and our lips and breaths tousled together.
Slytherins in Hogwarts are known to be a quiet self obsessed and of course we are to an extent since we're overly proud and loyal to our families who raised up to be self concerned.
The boys are known to be quiet the players with their preferred sexual partners and in return the girls are recognised to be slightly sluttier than the norm. When in reality Slytherin's aren't truly all that whorish as the outsiders seem to think we are. Yes, Slytherins are self obsessed I'll give the school that stereotype but we are nothing but easy when it comes to the bedroom activities. We believe ourselves to be solely the finest beings, and we won't go below our standards ever.
Unfortunately some Slytherins know they're not the best looking, most powerful or the smartest around so they would try to get with anyone, that's where the sluts and players stereotype come from. Most of the time Slytherins are teases; we'll go on a few dates, kiss and if we're in a exuberant mood maybe a little foreplay but we'll never go the whole way unless the person meets our usually high standards.
And I'm a girl with extremely high standards, but then again I was raised to believe that I'm an extremely perfect young-girl in the eye of the public, and no one has ever told me other wise, and I met very handsome smart talented men all the time. Between my families' parties, at dinners or balls and family friends events I got to meet a lot of young men every summer.
Draco was known to be experienced like me, but not with any old Slytherin except maybe a few teases here and there and that's what intruded me in him at first, he hadn't chosen a single Slytherin to mess around with before. He had higher standards than all the other boys, he was the like me only male. And Draco even had an alibi whenever the other boys started on him about it, saying that he was a bluffing virgin; Draco had fluent French and he spent two months in France during the summer holidays since he was four. The boy was getting some foreign ass, I didn't care that he was experienced like someone like Pansy would, it thrilled me he would know exactly what he was doing.
Draco's fingers travelled from my hair to the back of my neck, he raised my head to keep our kiss going as he swiftly lay on top of me, his elbows and knees holding him up, while my eager hands quickly found their way onto his shoulders and squeezed excitedly as his tongue licked my lower lip sensually. Suddenly I felt one of his skilled hands on my hip drawing patterns into my dress, it was Draco who broke the soft kissing and turned us over with his experts' hands so I was on top. He quickly tugged up my dress a little so I could comfortable put my legs around his hips and to not stretch the fabric. His knowing smile was teasing me as his eyes flickered over my flushed face, he was thinking through every move. I swooped down and grinned into our kiss, his teeth gripping onto my lower lip causing me to moan lightly at the different sensation that followed, the boy was good at this.
His hands were back on my slender hips now as we watched each other; my blonde hair was blocking out the dim light from the closest fireplace so it was like we were in our own little secret world. I slipped off my high heels and let them fall to the floor with a clatter as I examined Draco as he did me, his straight nose was sharp but somehow pleasant and his high cheek bones made him seem too angular too perfectly balanced but he had three freckles and they lay under one of his eyes and they were so pale it was hard to see them. But it was his eyes that stood out the most, so pale and knowing.
I dropped down and playful stalled an inch before his lips my eyes playful as I flicked them over his unamused response as Draco waited impatiently for me to completely loose myself in his touches after a moment too long for him he grumbled and raised himself up to kiss me and pull me to him, I promptly closed my eyes into the kiss; my hands was were helping me keep balance while we kissed, his fingers exploring my legs and sides as the kiss quickened and slowed, I didn't know how long had past when the old grandfather clock chimed an other hour was lost. I broke our kiss this time, smirking at Draco's smug face as he quickly regulated his breath and racing heart beat. I straightened up bringing Draco's hands with me, I kissed his family ring and let go of his left ring-less hand as I gazed at the Malfoy crest, it truly was as beautiful as Draco boosted and the girls gossiped.
While I was memorised with his family crest Draco other hand had been trailing down my side but it wasn't until I felt his warm hand on my thigh that I came back to reality he had found the straps which were keeping up my stocking up, they were it was attached to my panties and that was something that didn't need to be aired in the common room. I kissed his knuckles and let go of his hand, it found the strap on my other leg; I smirked down at Draco's curious face.
He wasn't looking up at me, he was looking at the thin straps on my stocking which were only revealed since he had tugged my dress up earlier so that I was more comfortable atop him. Now he quickly took the edges of my white dress in his hands and pushed it up again only slowly, he was cheeky if he believed I would allow him to undress me so publicly, but I allowed him the fancily for a few inches. His eyes soaking in everything he could see but just as he was about to see were the straps attached to my panties I stopped him. I arched my back and leaned down to his ear and whispered softly.
"How about we go to bed now?" My hot breathe tickling his ear, before I pulled away I softly nipped his ear lobe and kissed his jaw. Draco hands slowly traced their way up to my hourglass curved waist.
"Sure, anything you want Princess." Malfoy answered in his deep soothing voice, I cocked at an eyebrow at him unimpressed with the nickname, he shook his head at me beguiled with my nimble response.
As I sat up and so did he and we watched each other, his unreadable face mirrored mine. I picked up my heels while Malfoy stood up silently. I looked up to find Draco's cool silver plates of eye's watching me closely, he held out at hand for me to take which I did happily a whisper of a smile lingering on my lips from the gesture.
It was very odd for me to act so carelessly with him, if my father seen me now he would be furious. When I stood up me dress slithered back into place and I was smaller than Draco, being 5'4 with no shoe's on and him being 6'3, I was about a head smaller than him with heals on and a head and a half without. He was a perfect height really, in my opinion. His fingers played with mine and our thumbs caressed each other as we left the common room. He lead us down the boys dorms arch, Draco quickly lifted my right hand up to his mouth and kissed my own family ring as I had his, before he gaze at the ring thoughtfully.
I had never been down into the boys dorms, it was nearly the same as the girls only at the end of their corridor there was a painting of the Great Salazar Slytherin while at the bottom of ours was an underwater window that showed off the depths of the Black Lake. Draco paused at a door around the middle of the corridor.
"Do you have roommates?" I whispered softly suddenly wary of the situation I had managed to find myself in, He chuckled and placed his hand on the brass door handle, the last thing I needed was an audience or rumours of the pair of us going at it like rabbits floating around Hogwarts tomorrow afternoon.
"Not on the weekends." Draco smirked pushing the door open, he pulled me inside and then softly kicked the door closed and with that final snap of the door we were hidden in his room.