Sneaking quietly out of Gryffindor Tower is easy enough. Making my way to the dungeons undetected however, is much more difficult. It's times like this that I wish I could get my hands on Harry's invisibility cloak, or perhaps steal a Prefect badge and pretend to be one of them. Of course, any Prefect with common knowledge that I may come across would call me out on my impersonation in a second. So seeing as both options are not viable, I'll just have to be very quiet and alert. The person I'm leaving to see will just have to wait a bit longer, as I'm sure they'll understand.
Walking slowly into the common room, I'm glad to find that the only other person present is fast asleep with a Charms book in their lap. A small smirk on my face, I begin to tip-toe over to the door. It creaks only slightly as I push it open, making my heart beat insanely loud and fast in my chest. With one last glance at the still-sleeping form in the chair across from me, the door is soon closed shut and I'm standing in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. She's snoring away quite loudly, clearly unaware of the night-stalking student in front of her. A quick glance down the vast but empty hallway and I'm free to make the rest of my escape.
Quickly but silently, I continue my journey, nerves hightened with each turn around the castle that I make, afraid of what may greet me on the other side. Luckily for me, I already know where the Prefects like to spend the majority of their posts. Tonight, it is the Ravenclaw and Slytherin Prefects guarding the halls. Miss Prittle of Ravenclaw prefers scoping around each classroom in the hopes of finding naughty students to berate, and Mr. Thomaston of Slytherin enjoys slacking off closest to the windows overlooking the Quidditch pitch. With both those facts in mind, my path to the dungeons continues with careful avoidance of either direction my feet could bring me to trouble in.
Not much longer after turning the last corner towards the Slytherin common room area, my nerves are much calmer and my heartbeat has slowed tremendously. Unfortunately, this overall feeling of relief ends rather quickly at the feeling of someone's long arms wrapping around my waist. A small sqeak escapes my throat, but my mouth is quickly covered from behind. Looking down at the hand, I just barely notice the gleaming sight of a green emerald on a silver ring. A smile reaches my lips from under the warm touch.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack", I whisper, turning to face my white-blonde haired counterpart. The smirk on his face is signature, and it always makes me melt a little on the inside.
"So sorry, love. What ever could you possibly be so nervous about?" he questioned quietly, faint sarcasm hinted in his voice.
"Oh, I don't know... A Prefect? A Professor? One of your slithery Housemates?" I suggest, watching as humor begins to sparkle in his eyes. He moves a strand of my hair behind my ear and smiles.
"You know I would never allow you to get in trouble because of me, Granger", he assures, and I only slightly believe this given the very real danger of being exposed in that exact moment. However, I decide an argument isn't needed.
"Similarly, you know I would never sneak out of my dormitory late at night for any other reason than this. I'll only ever do it for you", I confessed, remembering just how unlike myself I can be when it comes to Draco Malfoy.
"And for that, I am forever grateful"
His hand reaches up yet again, this time to pull my face closer to his. As our lips gently touch and sparks fly instantly, my stomach performs a few not-so-tiny flips. Pulling away, he stares into my eyes, gray meeting brown.
"What do you say we find somewhere a little more private?" he suggests, and I don't even have to respond. The smile on my face and the tug of his hand are answer enough.