!DISCLAIMER!
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the original characters. All of them belong to J.K Rowling, along with the base plot. The only things I perceive as mine are my OCs, my twisted little side-plot and the new title.
Secretly Involved
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter 1
Glares And Pendants
"I will be needing all of your essays on my desk, by monday morning." Said Professor Snape.
Slowly stirring around the thick liquid in my cauldron, I heaved a deep sigh along with the rest of the class. It was late in the afternoon and my rumbling stomach was longing for supper. Our fifth year at Hogwarts had just begun and I was already tired of Potions Class. No figures, with assignments like ours only masochists would find it endurable. None of the other teachers gave us as much homework as Professor Snape. Of course, he usually special treated his own house with a sloppier due-date. That was inside information, but nothing anyone wouldn't already have guessed.
A burning scent ravaged through my nostrils and brought me back to reality just in time to see my brew flood the murky table.
"Callie!" Parvati yelled and yanked her books away from the – still bubbling – mess.
"What are you doing?" Said Lavender with her manicured hands in the air, frowning.
"One might wonder."
I spun around slowly and faced Professor Snape with an apologetic expression. He slightly lifted his wand, gave it a firm turn and cleaned up my mess. Then his dark eyes focused on me again. I quickly turned my guilty gaze to the floor.
"Miss. Cornview. This is the third time you are unsuccessful to fulfil the goal of the lesson. Now, it is clear that I can't teach you anything since you cannot preform the simplest of tasks. 10 points, will be taken from your house, for your serious lack of attention. And yet another 10 if this.." He pointed to a few burnt spots in the wooden surface of our table. ".. doesn't come off."
"But, professor, that was there bef-!" I objected, remembering because I used to sit by the same table every time, and the marks had been there for as long as I could recall.
"30 points from Gryffindor, for questioning the teacher." He cut off and drifted back to his desk in front of the class.
So unfair. I'm not even allowed to open my mouth in this classroom, I thought as I gritted my teeth. My, what a horrible birthday I was having. Besides being greeted with a cake and lots of presents that morning, everything had been a complete disaster. I had wrecked my favourite shoes, gotten a full detention by Umbridge (just for taking the right side of an argument?) and now loosing house-points for my sloppy behaviour. Fantastic.
Carefully turning my head up, I caught Pansy Parkinson and her repulsive peers in the middle of giggles and whispers. She turned towards me and gave me a smug smile. I am not kidding with the fact that I actually considered killing her then and there. Right on the spot. I knew I wouldn't regret it, but I came to the conclusion that she was not worth going to Azkaban for. Besides, if I were to kill her I would end up killing every student in the Slytherin house. They were all the same, almost. Few exceptions, very few.
On our way to the common room, Demelza brought up the thing I'd been fighting inside my head.
"Argh! I could kill that Pansy!" She said behind her teeth. "Did you see how priggish she looked? It made me want to vomit and strangle her at the same time!"
"Well you and me both. After all, it was me she was smirking at." I said with an annoyed sigh and grabbed a tighter hold of my books.
"Come on, now. We all know how she is. Are you really going to let her ruin the rest of your day?" Hermione uttered herself.
I gave her a I-hate-it-when-you-make-me-feel-like-a-grumpy-chil d look, which basically is the look of a grumpy child. She shot me a dazzling smile and stepped ahead of us to face the Fat Lady.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia."
"I haven't managed to keep this door closed more than a minute today." The Fat Lady complained and sighed. "Oh well, in you go."
As usual, we were all both hungry and tired after Snape's lesson. Since it was a good twenty minutes left to dinner when we checked the clock, everyone laid down on their beds to await it's arrival and rest for a bit (after climbing all of those stairs – no, you don't get used to it).
"So... Dean's looking pretty good this year." Demelza said spontaneously, staring up at the ceiling.
Laughters echoed in the dormitory. Parvati was laughing so hard she had to grab a hold of the bed to not fall off it. Though I was a bit overwhelmed by the choice of subject, I joined in the giggles, half-heartedly.
"What? You can't disagree with me, can you?"
"No, I guess not." I had to admit.
Lavender smiled and nodded with agreement.
"Well, actually, I don't really think he's my type..." Parvati said. "But he looks good."
Hermione sat up on her bed, an amused but considering look on her face.
"Have you developed a type?" She smiled. "Since when?"
"Since I realized that dating someone with whom you have nothing in common with can turn out to be quite dull." Parvati mumbled as she turned around and lay on her stomach. "No matter how good looking they are."
Demelza sat up with raised eyebrows and glanced over at Pav's innocent face.
"Aha. And I have decided I'm gonna stop being sarcastic." She preached and squinted her eyes at the end of her sentence. "You're so full of it, Pav."
"Elle has got a point." Hermione said as a matter of factly. "We know you."
"And we love you for who you are, so don't try to be someone else." I flanked, trying to prevent a conflict between the girls.
"Well, personally, I don't think there is anything wrong with being a bit shallow." Lavender comforted her best friend with a big, superior smile.
"Of course you don't." Demelza grinned and everyone except Lavender, who didn't really seem to get what was so funny, burst out in laughter.
Still giggling, and with Lav glaring daggers at our backs, we made our way down to the Great Hall for dinner.
"Where are you?" I whispered out in the empty corridor.
The flickering torches on the walls all went out with a fizz. Clearly, it was past bedtime for all students and the curfew had been put up. So I really shouldn't have been out sneaking around the school, and I wouldn't. Normally. But this was, like all other times, an exception.
"Lumos."
The tip of my wand lit up and gave me just enough light to see where I was going.
I had only taken a few steps forward, until someone grabbed my arm, carefully dragged me into a room and closed the door silently. He approached me, threw his arms around my waist and pulled me in.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you." He whispered, with his lips against my neck.
"Likewise" I groaned, smelling his delicious aftershave and finding it hard to speak with the passion I was feeling.
He held me tighter and turned up his head to look at me. We both smiled, and he pushed down on my lips with excitement, building up a heart-stopping kiss. As our lips met, my fingers slid up to the back of his neck and grabbed his short, white-blonde hair. He lifted me up on a bench behind me without breaking the kiss, that became more intense by the minute. Even after being together for about 3 months, he still gave me goose bumps and made my head go fuzzy with his touch.
The kiss eventually ended when I misplaced my hand and missed the edge of the bench by a millimetre. He caught me in my fall and pulled me up on my feet, laughing quietly the entire time. Grabbing my hands and looking deeply into my eyes he said;
"Turn around, birthday girl."
I looked over my shoulder and saw lit candlelights in the corner of my eye. By doing a full body-spin I could see it all. What used to be a classroom now looked like some sort of stage. Almost every bench that usually stood in rows all over the room, was now built up in nice piles against the walls, leaving it as an open space. In the middle of the floor there was a big spread out blanket and on it were two bowls, two glasses and another blanket. In a ring around it stood about twenty candles, casting a yellowy light on everything. Stepping closer I could see the content of the bowls. The bigger one was filled with...
"Strawberries!" I gasped and picked one up. "My favourite! How did you know?"
"You told me one time, when we were having lunch in the garden at my manor. Remember?" He grinned.
"Well, yes but I can't believe you remembered after I had just brought it up once." I said, half smiling with surprise. "You must really listen to me."
He smirked and raised one eyebrow.
"From time to time." He teased and ran a hand through his hair.
We sat down on the blanket and I asked what was in the other one.
"Melted white chocolate."
Seeing my surprised expression he explained himself.
"I overheard you speaking about strawberries at lunch today, and that 'Nothing can top it's flavour, except for the perfect amount of melt chocolate.' So I fixed it." He said.
"Well, there's a good reason as to why I love it. Ever tried?" I asked while dipping my strawberry in the white paste.
When he shook his head I offered him a bite of mine. He grabbed a hold of my hand, stroked my knuckles softly and kissed them, before pulling his mouth up the red fruit. He bit off a large chunk and chewed. I took his smile as a sign of his approval and leaned back into his arms.
"Oh, Draco. It's perfect." I sighed.
"Only the best for the best." He said and kissed my neck.
"You're the best. Managing to pull off something like this when both teachers and Filch is lurking about. Now that's something."
Finishing my sentence, I turned towards him, pushed him down on his back and got on top of him. He stared deeply into my brown eyes with his grey ones, and gave me his most charming smile.
"There is... one more thing." He said, anticipating.
"What?"
He grabbed me by the hips and rolled us over so he was on top. He sat up and dug around in his pocket. Finally founding what he was looking for, he pulled up his cupped hand and dangled a thin silver chain with a small heart pendant above my face. Intrigued, I sat up to study the necklace closer.
"Green for Slytherin, red for Gryffindor." He smirked and watched me as I gave it a closer look.
The little silver heart was graced with lesser emeralds on the edges and a slightly bigger ruby in the middle, glistering in the candlelight. Draco was always spending money on me, and after awhile I had just stopped trying to convince him that I didn't need anything, and just went along. I stretched out my fingers to feel it's beauty and when I held it, it vibrated softly in my hand. A bizarre thought took form in my head and I couldn't stop it from slipping out of me.
"Is it... pounding?" I asked, feeling completely ridiculous.
"As long as we're in a 3 metres range of eachother, it will." He whispered with a smile on his lips. "Now, turn around, beautiful."
Handing him the necklace and pulling my long brown hair in front of me, I turned so he could attach the chain around my neck. His hands were warm against my skin as he struggled with the clasp.
"How was it you came by such a delicate and peculiar item?" I wondered.
"Remember when we met up in Diagon alley? Well, after you met my parents and we'd said goodbye and everything, I went gift-shopping for you with my father. He highly recommended this as a perfect birthday present. And I took his word for it." He explained.
"Well, my regards to your father. I love it." I said, and that was the complete truth.
He had really outdone himself this time. I completely adored the amazing, yet simple construction of it.
I smiled, climbed up in his knee and kissed him intensively on the mouth. His hands automatically fell on my hips and I ran my fingers through his hair. Then we were on the floor again, in a heart-racing embrace.
"Wait, what about the food?" I whispered, just as things was getting intimate.
"Fuck it. Let it rot." He grunted to my throat and draught my attention back to what we were doing.
I smirked and didn't argue with him as he tasted my lips again, feeling his sweet peppermint breath. We were way to busy to care about the food. He rolled over and got on top of me.
As the kiss intensified, he started to unbutton my cardigan as I pulled off his shirt, letting my fingers glide over his toned, naked chest. My hands went down and undid his belt and I jerked it off and threw it out of sight.
"Impatient now, are we?" He moaned and smiled.
Coming down to our last pieces of clothing, he retched for the blanket and pulled it over us, he knew how cold I would be otherwise. His lips trailed down to my neck and I put my hands on his scapulas, digging into his skin with my nails as he slid his finger over my entrance.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed in pain, but quickly went back to to the kissing, pulling our bodies tighter together as I granted him access.
Draco was very persistent, as usual. I loved that about him, he was a very considerate lover and kept going until I was satisfied, even if his release came before mine did. His breaths went heavier and faster as he picked up the pace, still kissing me with the same passion and feel as before. I moaned his name out of passion, making him grin with the eyes of a hungry dog, and threw my legs up on his back, locking him in.
About an hour later, breathing heavily, we started finishing off the berries and the chocolate that still tasted as good as it had done before. Draco had his arms around me while we ate, and both of us were wrapped inside the blanket, as he stroke my cheek with his lips. I grinned with satisfaction and leaned closer to him, feeling his heart still pumping like crazy. As I finally peered down on his watch, it showed a quarter past twelve.
"Oh, I have to go if I'm gonna get some sleep until I have to get up again." I sighed and regretfully freed myself from his grip.
As he watched me go around searching for my clothes, he grinned with pleasure and said:
"Hmm, I should have hidden them better." He whispered. "They both approve of you, by the way."
I showed an expression of confusion.
"My parents. They approve of you." He said.
"Yes, but that's because they think I'm a Slytherin." I said, frustrated, while getting dressed. "If they found out you were dating a Gryffindor half-blood, they would probably forbid you to see me."
"Unfortunately, I think you're right. Not that it would matter though, nothing can keep me away from you, not even my parents with their pureblood frenzy." He smirked and gave me a dirty look that made me want to jump into his arms again.
"But is it not a comfort that they like you as a person?" He asked, carefully.
"I guess so." I admitted and half-smiled. "Now come on, get dressed. We have to go."
Even though I preferred him not wearing any clothes at all, yum, the stupid situation called for it (oh, how I wished we were back at Malfoy Manor, in his huge bedroom with his king-sized bed...). I reluctantly grabbed his pants and threw them at his handsome silhouette. While I was going around the room blowing out every candle, he pulled out his wand and said a simple packing spell, restoring the classroom to it's usual state.
"Lumos." We called out on the same time.
Our wands lit up and the room instantly got a white-blue colour. He went ahead and lead me to the door. Stepping outside was like being interrupted in a good dream. It felt horrible and instantly brought my mood to the bottom. Draco noticed.
"Hey, what is it?" He asked.
"Nothing,. Just... Well, it's going to be so long until we will have the time to do something like this again, and I'm not ready to go back to reality... But I must. And it's driving me crazy." I said, looking down on the floor.
"Callie, it's going to be okay." He said, pulling my chin up with a long finger. "We will still see eachother a few minutes tomorrow night."
"Yes. We will, won't we?"
I smiled and fingered on my delicate necklace, still dazzled by it's beauty. I threw my arms around his neck for a goodnight's kiss.
"Thank you. For everything. You really made my day." I whispered, while standing there, leaning my forehead against his.
"Well, it's not everyday you turn fifteen." He chuckled. "Love you babe, now get to bed and have dirty dreams about me." He grinned, breathing hot air to my face.
I playfully slapped his chest, let go of him and walked away down the hall. I watched the tip of his wand disappear around the corner.
On my way back to the Gryffindor tower, I couldn't stop smiling. I was absolutely thrilled over the best birthday in years. So, I had a very hard time being sneaky and quiet. Walking up to the Fat Lady, however, turned out to be anything but quiet since she was deeply asleep and snoring like a mad wolf. Waking her would not be a simple task, but I started out nicely.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia." I said in a loud whisper.
She just turned on the other side, not paying any attention at all. Why did we have a portrait as a gatekeeper? I would like to see the teachers deal with her. She's almost always asleep and if she's not sleeping, she's singing. She. Can't. Sing.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia!" I almost yelled, sending out sparks at her with my wand.
"Oh, can't you let a poor woman sleep? What are you doing out here anyway? You should be in bed!" She said firmly.
"Well, let me in then, so I can go to my dorm." I whispered.
"Yes, all right!"
The portrait swung open and I climbed inside. The common room was dark and empty of students and the fire had been put out. Stumbling up the stairs with heavy, sleepy steps, I opened the door to our dormitory as silently as I could, but, it's an old door, so it squeaked. Very loudly, and Lavender woke up and turned around.
"Wha... You're not... What are you doing?" She said sleepy.
"I went to the loo." I lied.
Hopefully, she was too tired to realise that I was completely dressed.
"Oh, okay mama. I won't spill on your table cloth."
Stupid. I should remember by now that Lavender always talks in her sleep. Why am I still responding after four years?
I sat down on my bed, kicked my shoes off, removed my robe's and got under the covers. I fell asleep almost immediately out of exhaustion. It had been a long day, and I looked forward to the coming of a new one. Being back at Hogwarts has never felt better, I thought to myself as I drifted away to the sound of Parvati's loud snores.
AN: Like I said, this story intertwines with the main story by J.K Rowling, just showing an alternate view of it, from another students perspective.