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A/N: Well,
this is an unusual couple. Don't now how I got the idea, but I got it. Have fun,
and do tell if you liked it!
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Lavender
sighed. Here she was, sitting alone at her table at the Yule Ball. Seamus had
left her for some Beauxbatons girl and seemed to be enjoying himself very much.
She sighed again and stood up. Pushing her way through the dancing couples, she
walked outside. It was peaceful and beautiful there. Lavender inhaled the
night's scent deeply and sat down on a bench.
The velvety
sky with its stars like fairy lights seemed even darker than in the Great Hall.
Lavender drew another deep breath and began to relax. She started to see the
beauty of the night more detailed. The stars weren't all shining brightly. Some
glowed very faintly, while others shone almost too bright. It seemed like the
bright stars borrowed their light from the weaker ones and therefore made them
die.
Lavender
looked up, startled. She'd been so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the
bushes in front of her behaving very oddly for bushes. They were shaking and
giggling, and every few seconds a silent moan was heard. That certainly wasn't
normal behaviour for bushes, so Lavender decided to have a look at it. She
didn't think about the fact that she could interrupt one of the couples making
out there, so she just lit her wand and stepped into the bushes.
She only
caught a glimpse of the girls' blonde hair before she got up and ran towards
the Beauxbatons' carriage. Then she turned to the boy, who was still laying
half-naked before her.
"Seamus!"
she shrieked after a while, when her mind made the connection to her mouth. It
seemed like heaven was tumbling down on her. He looked at her with sorrowful
eyes. She closed her eyes and stood still for a moment. When she opened her
eyes again, no one was standing in front of her. It was like nothing had
happened. Only Lavender had been a witness of it. She felt like all of her
senses had been shut down. She was only aware of a dull feeling in her stomach.
Lavender walked back to the Great Hall with a vague idea of where she was
going.
She was
shaken out of her almost unconscious state when she bumped into a chair. Did
her senses fall down on her before, now they seemed like they worked overtime.
Everything was much clearer to her than before. However, when she relaxed a
bit, her senses dropped to their normal level and the pain in her stomach was
hardly noticeable. She started to look around a bit. If Seamus could have fun,
then why couldn't she?
"Lav! How
are you and Seamus doing? Or, better question, where is he? Fetching you some
drinks?" asked Parvati and sat down next to her.
"He's
fetched something alright," muttered Lavender under her breath.
"What did
you say?" asked Parvati, obviously not paying attention.
"Nothing
Parv. How's it going between you and him?" asked Lavender. The Beauxbatons-boy
she was pointing at walked towards their table with two drinks in his hands.
"Michel?
Everything's going just fine," answered Parvati with a naughty smile. The boy
had reached their table and sat down next to Parvati, who snuggled up against
him. He started to smile and caressed her hair.
Lavender
decided that they could use some privacy and stood up. She walked around a bit,
and stopped dead in her track when she saw the boy.
She assumed
he was form Beauxbatons, because of his silver-blonde hair. His dressrobes
weren't very tight, but enough so to show that the boy had muscles, even from
behind. He sat alone at his table, just like she'd done only a few moments ago.
Lavender
scraped all of her courage together and walked towards the boy. She tapped him
on his shoulder.
"Would you
like to dance with me?" she asked, but the moment the question left her lips
she felt sorry for asking. In front of her sat Draco Malfoy.
Draco was
bored. He'd always hated balls and such. Ever since he was old enough to walk,
his parents'd dragged him along to all kinds of parties.
Pansy had
run of at some point. To him it could've been 20 seconds or 20 minutes ago. He
was startled when someone tapped him on his shoulder. Slowly he turned around,
and saw a pretty girl with honey-blonde hair, amber-coloured eyes and fine-cut
features.
"Would you
like to dance with me?" she asked. Draco was surprised, and it looked like she
was even more so when she recognised him.
She turned
around. "Wait," said Draco, not willing to let her slip through his fingers.
"What's your name?" he asked.
The girl
looked confused, not expecting the question from the Slytherin. She hesitated a
moment, then answered him. "Lavender."
Her name
triggered a storm of thoughts in his head. 'She is a Gryffindor!" shouted the
reasonable part of his mind. But his heart yelled with a force so strong that
it almost swayed him off his feet. 'Say yes! Don't let her slip away!'
Draco drew
a deep breath. "Yes, I'd like to dance with you."
Lavender
felt ashamed. Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin! She didn't fail to notice how
amazingly good he looked. She felt something blossoming in her heart, but
wasn't ready to give in to it yet. She turned around and prepared herself to
walk away, when she heard him asking her to wait.
"What's
your name?" he asked. Lavender was confused. How come he didn't recognise her?
It was not like she was always the centre of attention, but they'd shared
classes for four years now. On the other hand, she hadn't recognised him at
first either.
"Lavender."
It seemed
like he finally realised who was standing in front of him. Lavender could
almost see the thoughts running through his head.
When he
opened his mouth to say something, Lavender prepared herself for his, no doubt,
malicious answer. Needless to say she was surprised when he said he'd like to
dance with her. His answer had caught her off guard, swaying her off her feet.
The blossoming love in her heart exploded with such a force that even a bomb
was nothing compared to it.
He took her
hand and lead her to the dancefloor. Gently he placed his arm around her waist.
With his other hand he grabbed hers and they started to dance. Awkwardly at
first, but slowly they adjusted to each other.
They were lost in the music and each other.
Neither of them noticed the stares they got from both Slytherins and
Gryffindors. They drew closer to each other until they were standing so close
even a straw couldn't have gotten between them.
Lavender
heard his heart beat with every breath he took. His muscular body against hers
felt so good. She placed her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes and inhaled
his scent. He smelled like a frosty night during winter.
Draco felt
her body against his. It felt so good and natural, that he couldn't imagine
ever dancing with anyone else. She had the perfect height for him, enabling her
to lay her head on his shoulder without making it feel uncomfortable. He felt
her warm breath against his neck, her cinnamon-scented hair tickling him a bit.
Slowly he
raised his hand to touch it. Her hair felt soft to his touch, as if it'd been
waiting to be touched by him. She
snuggled up closer to him and he placed his hands behind her back. He felt her
stiffen, but a moment later she relaxed, and responded by putting her hands
behind his neck. She looked at him with devotion and love in her eyes. His
heart melted and he wished the song would never end.
Lavender
was in heaven. She didn't care about the Malfoy's bad name. She was with the boy she loved, and she didn't want to
be anywhere else. She shivered when he touched her hair and snuggled up closer
to him. She wanted to become one with him. Them being together felt so right.
The feelings she once had for Seamus felt childish and forgotten now, teenage
love. Somehow, Lavender knew she and Draco belonged together.
He slid his
hands behind her back and Lavender felt herself stiffen. She still couldn't
surrender herself completely to the raging storm of love inside of her. She
closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes
again and placed her hands behind his neck. Lavender looked up at him, and she
felt all her resistance crumbling down.
Lavender
and Draco didn't notice they were the only ones left on the dancefloor. The
teachers looked touched by the love radiated by the couple. Even Snape didn't
look as nasty as usual. The students regarded the pair with mixed feelings. The
ones who were in love smiled knowingly, while the others just looked. Everyone
knew what was going to happen when they closed in.
Lavender
saw his head coming closer to hers. Their lips were only a few inches apart and
she could feel his hot breath on her lips. Finally she surrendered herself
completely and leaned in to kiss him. She felt his hungry lips plundering hers,
passionately, craving and dominating. His tongue slid along her lips. Lavender
felt her knees weaken and hung onto him. She opened her mouth a bit, far enough
for him to slip his tongue in. She decided she should do something too, and
their tongues mad. They fought a fierce battle, with no winners or losers.
Dumbledore
and McGonagall looked at each other.
"I wish we
were that young again, Albus," she sighed. Dumbledore only smiled and put an
arm around her.
The song
ended, and the band played a faster song. Draco and Lavender stopped kissing.
He let her go, but held on to her hand.
"Come with
me," he said, out of breath. Her eyes were misted, and it made her even more
beautiful. Draco led her outside and they walked in silence for 10 minutes.
They stopped walking and lay down by the lake.
Draco
looked at her with love-filled eyes and played with her hair. Lavender closed
her eyes, sighed and welcomed his embrace and caressings.
And the
stars looked down on them, as the night disguised their naked bodies in the
sand. They did their best to shine as brightly as they could, especially for
the two young lovers. The were destined for each other.
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A/N: jup,
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