A/N: Another Draco/Angelina fic – though it's not a one-shot – not if you like it enough anyway. So…R&R okay? I love you all – angelface04
P.S. I still don't own Harry Potter.
I glanced out the window the train, a melancholy silence falling over my compartment. I hated this. Going home.
I hated knowing that the minute that I stepped off of this train my father would be there, waiting for me, and the minute he saw me he'd start telling me all of the things that was wrong with me.
Like he always does.
I sighed, glancing away from the scenery that was whizzing by.
"He always gets like this." I heard Crabbe whisper loudly to Pansy. "Don't know why, like he's got anything to complain about."
I scoffed to myself, standing up.
"Where are you going Draco?" Pansy asked, twirling her hair around her finger and sucking on her bottom lip.
"I'm going to go change." I mumbled, grabbing my Muggle clothes and hurrying out before she could offer to follow me.
Not that there was anything the matter with Pansy…I mean…besides the fact that she was completely obsessed with me. She just…she tries too hard I guess.
I slid into a vacant compartment, quickly changing into a green button up and blue jeans. Afterwards I wandered aimlessly down the corridor, glancing occasionally into compartments that I passed by. I passed Potter's by quickly.
I hate him.
And not for the same reasons that everyone thinks. Not because I think that all Gryffindor's are scum, not because I'm jealous that he's better at me at Quidditch or anything like that….
Don't get me wrong, I am jealous of him….
But…
It's because when I look at him…he's always got Weasley and Granger with him…he always has friends….he's…he's happy…and even though his life is hell he's still got people that really truly care about him…
And even though my life is ten times worse than his…
I don't.
"Watch it Malfoy." I was thrown a little off-balance as two hands slammed into me. I cursed, catching myself before I fell.
"What the – Johnson?" Her eyes were downcast and her cheeks looked a little puffy.
"Just move Malfoy!" I was surprised to hear her voice quiver as she took a deep, shuddering breath.
"Have you been bloody crying?" I chortled, and I guess it was a little mean, but, after you've done it for so long…it becomes habit…after a while.
Her head snapped up and she looked me right in the eyes as her hand smacked me right across the cheek. It stung and I recoiled, taking a step backwards and staring wide-eyed at her.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again Malfoy!" I had her forearm, pressing her up against the side of train in just a few seconds.
"Don't you ever touch me again Johnson." My voice was a low whisper and I could see fear in her eyes. They started to tear slowly and though she never wavered her glare, they began to slip slowly down her cheeks.
"You have no idea what I've been going through!"
"Oh, now you want my pity?"
"Let go of me." She hissed, her voice cracking a little.
"Or what? You'll call Weasley and have him come take a swing at me, eh?" I hadn't meant to say that. I hadn't meant to let her know that I…
"You pay that close of attention to my love-life Malfoy?" For the first time in my life I didn't know what to say to a girl, so I didn't reply. I don't think that she expected me to. "Now could you please let go of me?"
I did, but she didn't move. Neither did I. For some reason I didn't want to…
"Weasley's waiting." I muttered, stepping back and trying to make my voice sound harsher, even though I knew it was useless. Her eyes locked into mine, and I couldn't have made my feet move.
"I don't care." She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. A cold, hard, knot formed in my stomach…
One that I wasn't used to.
"What Malfoy?" Her disposition had changed completely and her voice fairly purred as she watched me from underneath her eyelashes. "Scared?" I sneered at her, one that took no forcing at all.
"What do you think?"
"I think you have no clue what to do right now." She replied, suddenly smiling and way too close.
I didn't think twice.
My hands quickly found the skin exposed between her low-cut jeans and her sweater and I pulled her to me. "You asked for this." I murmured against her neck as I kissed it gently. Her fingers slid through the belt loops of my khakis, tugging my body closer to hers. I trailed light kisses up her neck, up her cheek and right before my lips met hers I paused. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered, noting the way that her eyelashes fluttered when she opened her eyes to look at me.
A simple nod was all I needed before my lips were on hers. It wwas a challenge – one that I was determined not to loose. She immediately ran her hands up my sides, tugging on the sides of my shirt, making my skin feel much too warm…so I retaliated. I pressed her up against the wall and released her lips, panting as one hand rested on her hip and one above her head. Her eyes were still closed and my lips grazed over hers gently.
"Is this what you wanted?" I whispered in her ear gently, squeezing her hip with a sweaty hand. "Am I what you wanted?"
My hands tightened on her hips as her hand felt mine, grasping it with a hand surprisingly as sweaty as my own.
"Yes." Came her answer, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. I opened my mouth, but she shook her head, smiling gently.
"Don't make this any harder." She whispered under her breath. She straightened, looking away for the first time. "They'll be wondering…" She moved to walk away but I grabbed her wrist before she could.
"Don't leave." I was surprised at how desperate my voice sounded. She gave me a sad smile, grabbing my other hand with hers and kissing me softly one last time.
"I'm sorry Draco."
And as she walked away I realized that's the first time I'd ever heard her use my name
I wandered back to my compartment, ignoring Pansy's questioning, 'Where have you been?' looks. It was quiet again. I sat back down, staring back out the window…thinking…
Finally, Pansy broke the silence.
"So what are your summer plans Draco?" She asked in her annoyingly fake, nasally, voice.
"Uh, I dunno…I'm sure my family has plans. You?" Then I pretended to listen to her rattle on about her relatives in America and how she would surely go visit them, but all the while, my mind was on other things….
I wonder if she knows she's the best kisser I've eve-
"Right Draco?" My head whipped around to see Pansy staring at me longingly with puppy-dog eyes.
"Um…sure…whatever…" I replied, not even asking her what she'd said.
I didn't really need to, and for some reason, I think that she caught my drift.
-
We arrived at the platform all too soon. I sighed as I located my trunk in the bustle of all of the Hogwarts students and made my way over to where I knew my father would be…
The same place that he stands every year. Right between Crabbe and Montague's parents, an icy smirk on his face while he pretends to laugh at Crabbe's father's jokes.
"Draco." Father nodded at me curtly, like you would to your servant when they brought you your tea in the mornings.
"Father." I nodded back. Pansy waved wildly at me from a few feet away. I pretended not to see her.
"Are you ready Draco?" Father's eyebrows raised and a Malfoy smirk passed across his lips. "Or…do you have someone to say good-bye to?" My eyes traveled to where Angelina was hugging Fred Weasley good-bye. Her eyes slid over to mine and her lips curved into a slight smile. I almost smiled back when I realized that everyone was probably waiting for me to answer
"No, I'm ready…" I told Crabbe and Montague that I'd keep in touch and then followed my father outside the barrier and into the Muggle world.
"You're shirt's untucked." Father snapped as we located the black Lincoln that my father owned for such times as these. I was thankful that he didn't see me blush lightly as I realized why. The doors unlocked with a click and he popped open the trunk of the car, all without saying another word to me. I hastily tucked my shirt back in as he waited for me to put my trunk into the car.
The ride back home was awkward, and I was constantly aware of the sound that the leather seats were making. I hated this…
So I thought about something else…
I thought about the way that her lips felt against mine…sweet and foreign and light…I thought about the way that her eyelashes fluttered when she looked at me, and the way that her cheeks flushed when we pulled away…
And then the car pulled to a stop as the huge iron doors of the Malfoy Manor loomed over us. They opened magically as dad muttered a password. He still wouldn't tell me what it was. He said he didn't trust me.
I was long passed wanting to know. I figured that once I got out of there I wouldn't want to get back in.
The Lincoln slowed as we approached the house, crawling up the winding driveway until it reached the garage. Father still hadn't said a word. The ignition switched off. He climbed out, putting the keys into his pocket.
"We have a dinner tonight." He finally stated as a House Elf came to fetch my trunk. "You will make an appearance. A tailor will arrive in a few moments…Go to your room and wait for him." I nodded, biting my tongue. He never asked or suggested. He always told. "Say hello to your mother." He added as I walked inside.
This house was almost unfamiliar to me. I was barely ever here…only during the summer (over holidays we stayed in another house, near Paris), and we always seemed to be on vacation or at one of our other four houses. This was my least favorite. It was mostly green. Green and black and cold and uninviting. My mum always seemed to get coughs when we stayed here for too long.
It was the cough that startled me.
"Draco!" She muttered from the parlor.
"Hey mum." I allowed myself to smile as she hugged me, but pulled away quickly…before Father came inside.
"How are you?" She asked, true concern in her eyes.
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"As I usually am when we stay in this house." She flicked her light eyes across the dark room. "We have a dinner tonight you know…"
"Yeah…Father told me."
"The tailor - "
"Should be here any minute, yeah. I'd better go wait for him." I drug myself up the two flights of stairs and into my spacious suite and plopped down on my bed. I allowed myself to shut my eyes. Before I could stop them, images of Angelina flooded my mind. Her tears, her laughter, her anger…
"Sir?" Came a meek voice. My eyes opened and beheld the tailor, holding some fabric and a tape measure draped across his neck. I stood, nodding at him.
"If you'll stretch your arms out for me – that's it…"
-
About an hour later I was clothed in a forest green silk vest over a black dress shirt and black pants. The robe was back with the same silk, forest green lining as my vest. I had to admit it was nice. Father would be pleased, and really, that's all that mattered.
"Master Draco?" Came a small, squeaky voice at his door. He glanced down at the small house-elf that was peeking inside his door.
"Yes?"
"Your Father wishes to speak with you."
"Thank you. I'll be right there." And I was. I always obey my Father quickly…because…if I don't…
I knocked on the imposing door of his study lightly.
"Come in." Came his voice through the solid oak. I swung the door open, sliding into the room quietly. He looked me over.
"You'll have to do something with your hair." He finally commented, looking back down at his papers. I nodded.
"Yes sir." He didn't comment on the clothes. He didn't say "That looks nice." or "It's a little too tight across the shoulders." or anything that normal parents would say...
He just told me what was wrong with me.
I slid out of the room.
"The guests will arrive in promptly one hour." He called after me. As if I cared anyway.
-
I hadn't bothered to ask him what type of "dinner" this was going to be, but when the guests began to arrive I figured that I should have. They were some of the usual – Montague, Crabbe, Parkinson (I hid in one of the bathrooms until Pansy passed)…but there were some that I didn't recognize – and it was then when I began to wonder just what was going on.
I was avoiding Pansy, kind of milling around because I knew that if I ducked into a room to be alone my Father would fine out and I'd get – well, a scolding.
It was when I spotted a figure that looked all too familiar that I realized what must have been going on. I grasped a toned arm with a firm hand when no one was paying attention. My lips came close to her ear.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She turned towards me, her hazel eyes signaling recognition, a light flush filling her cheeks. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a black gown that was made of a silk-like fabric that fell along her curves, thin straps holding it up. A silver necklace glinting in the light. I glanced at it and I couldn't help the shock that I knew she could see on my face as my mouth fell open. "How did you get that?"
"Listen, Draco, we need to talk - " Her voice held an urgent edge to it. She glanced hurriedly around the room. "Isn't there someplace we can go - " I scowled, grabbing her hand and leading her through a seldom used doorway, down a hallway, and outside into the cool night. I released her hand, folding my arms across my chest. I couldn't help the glare that I gave her, not because I was angry at her, but because I was upset that she would put herself in this situation. I was scared for her – I was terrified for her, I wanted to show her the fastest way out of here and give her my broomstick as well. She avoided my glare, her eyes cast to the ground.
"Johnson." I growled. "Talk."
So….? You know me and updating, so don't expect them to be frequent, but – I do kind of have an idea as to where this is going. Who knows, this may even have the makings of a PLOT!
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