Chapter 1-
"Sit next to me." he said, almost pleadingly.
"Fine" I say.
"And, you look cold. If you get closer, I'll warm you up." He looks afraid. Of being rejected. Rejected by me. I blush.
"Okay.' I say as I smile. He grins, puts his arm around me, and takes my hand. I put my head on his shoulder. I can feel him breathe. Feel his heartbeat.
Looking up at his face, I wonder what Draco sees in me. He's rich. Powerful. Popular. Handsome. I'm an orphan. I live with my aunt and uncle. Even though they're immensely rich, the fact they're anti- social prevents them from having much power. But despite our differences, Draco and I have been best friends since the first year. And now, we might be more than friends.
My thoughts are interrupted when he looks down at me. He grins as I blush. Just as he leans down to kiss me, Crabbe and Goyle and burst into the dungeons.
"So how did it- oh… bad timing." said Crabbe.
"You bet your ass it's the wrong time." Says Draco. His voice is soft, but menacing. As he glares at them, the two guys back slowly out of the dungeons. The expression on they're faces is as if they're walking on thin ice, which they are, metaphorically speaking. I resist the urge to laugh.
We sit by the fire for hours that night, just talking.
"To be honest, I fell for you the moment I first laid eyes on you. You're perfect. And- oh god, I never asked you out. You probably just think I'm a player…"
"No, I don't, actually." He looked up, surprised.
"You don't?" he said, unbelievingly.
"No, silly." I replied. "I think you're cute, and sweet, and sexy, but not a player." He blushed.
"Okay, well, do you want to go out?" he asked.
"Yes." I say. He grins. He really does like me. And now, he's mine. I blushed, and he kissed me.
I fell asleep in his arms that night. When I woke up, the sun was just barely rising. I slipped out of his arms and up the stairs to change and get ready for the day. When I came back down, Draco was awake, and he had changed clothes.
"When did you wake up, and more importantly, when did you leave?" He said. I laughed.
"Twenty minutes ago." I said.
"Oh, okay." He replied. "So do you want to go for a walk?" he asked.
"Sure." I said
We got back inside barely in time for breakfast, during which, the topic of winter break came up.
"So where are you going?" asked Draco. Break was only a month away, and people were planning already.
"I don't know yet. My aunt and uncle have their anniversary, and they want to go somewhere exotic- and alone. I'll probably end up spending break alone, either here or at the mansion.
"Well," said Draco, a little hesitantly, "You could always come spend break with me, only if you want to of course."
"Sure." I smiled. Before I could say anything else, Professor Dumbledore stood, and made a quite obvious statement.
"Students," He said. "Sirius Black has been reported to be loose somewhere near Hogwart's grounds. Dementors will be placed around the grounds, and entrances, for your safety. Do not give them a reason to attack you," He looked at Draco, and rightly so, after his 'incident' with the hippogriff. "And you will most likely live to see winter break."