Mm. So. Chapter three. I don't like the way this is turning up already. It's terribly short and moving a bit fast. But bear with me. Also, there's a nice big makeout scene in the next chapter. So, that's when the rating comes in. Also, I've decided I'm going to try my hand at smut, so expect that somewhere in the story. But don't jump to conclusions on who it'll be. :3
Chapter Three;
Myrtle Has OTHER Friends?
And all my
All my faces are alibies
I'm half the man I wanted to be
-Alibis, Marianas Trench
I told you I talked to the ghosts, right? Well, even now, with Jake, I still end up talking to them quite often. His big mouth has landed him a handful of detentions since he was sorted three months ago.
So when he's in detentions, I talk to the ghosts.
Tonight is Mrytle's night.
Annoying as she may be, and even though she hits on me (even though I've told her I'm a pouffe), she's alright. But when I walk into the girls' toilet, I hear someone else's voice, and quickly scamper into one of the empty cubicles, as the speaker's back was turned to me.
Even just by his back, though, I knew it was him.
Draco
"I don't bloody know what to do! I've got Snape hovering over my shoulder, and my mother's worried and… oh, bloody hell." His voice sounded tired, as if he'd gone a long time with little sleep. He looked it too, from my recent peeks at him over the past while. He'd been eating less, going out less, sitting in our dorm more, and he didn't easily fall asleep at night. I heared Myrtle "Mmhmm…" You know she's just checking him out.
Draco rambled on for a bit more, but about what I wasn't sure. He sounded worried, upset, though. Then Myrtle cut in.
"Draco, this has been a good talk, but I have to go… I promised Sir Nicolas I'd meet him somewhere for a chat as well…" She offered, sounding sad, like always.
"Go then." Draco mumbled.
SPLOOSH. Just Draco and I.
And Draco didn't even know it. I peeked out of my stall and looked at him. His back was still to me, so I snuck to the door, and opened it, pretending to just walk in.
"Oh… uhm… Draco…" I mumble, as if I was shocked to see him.
"I saw you sneaking to the door just now. You should try to duck under mirrors, Axel." Draco was looking at me through… a mirror.
"Oh… I… uhm…"
"How long were you listneing?" He asked.
"A-about… f-five… five minutes…" I offered.
"So you didn't hear much, at least." Draco grumbled.
"No, not really. What… I didn't know Myrtle had other friends."
Draco chuckled, "Neither did I." He offered, "Why'd you come in here?"
"I usually talk to Myrtle on Fridays if Jakeoby's in detention…" I admitted.
"Ah, I see…" Draco nodded, and stood, turning on his heel, and walking over to me. "I never really got to know you."
"I never really wanted anyone to."
"What about Jake?"
"Jake… well, had I said no, he just would've followed me around." I replied, giving Draco a little smile.
A little smile that he returned. My heart skipped a beat.
"So, you always hide in bathrooms then?" Draco asked.
"…No." I offered in a quiet voice, "I just didn't want to scare you or Myrtle off, because I mean… you were having a good conversation."
"Hmm. If you could call me talking for hours a good conversation…" Draco offered, sighing a little. "Come on, let's walk." He led the way out of the bathroom, and I followed a few paces behind. "Bloody hell, how are we supposed to talk if you're on the other end of the hall, Lucas?" He asked over his shoulder.
"I just thought…"
"You're not Crabbe or Goyle, so get up here and talk." Draco offered with a little laugh. I scampered up beside him.
"So… uhm… can I ask what you and Myrtle were talking about?" I asked.
"No." Draco replied quickly, "But… but… you can ask something different." He added, his cold, grey eyes looking over at me.
"Oh… okay… uhm… are you and Pansy… are you dating?" I offered the new question, pushing a bit of my black hair out of my face.
"Not really. She's convinced we are, but we're not. I can't really stand her…" Draco grumbled, "But I put up with her. My turn to ask some questions. I've heared rumor you're a pouffer?"
"Well… uhm… ye-yeah, I am." I replied. 'Great, now he's going to make fun of me and take off.'
"Thought so. So you and Jake? You two dating?"
I snorted in reply, shaking my head. "Nah, Jake's after some sixth year girl."
"Oh?" Draco asked, looking a bit taken aback.
"Yeah… why?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well… I just thought… you two were… yeah."
"No." I offered with a little smile, "We're not."
Draco mumbled the password to get into the common room, and we walked in, heading for our dorm. When we got up there, I plopped onto my bed and to my surprise, Draco sat on the far corner of my bed, looking at me.
"We've been dormmates since our first year, and we've barely said two words before this." Draco murmered, and I nodded. "Well, how come you didn't just… talk to me?"
"Ever notice that I liked being unnoticed? People don't tend to like purebloods that are gay, you know. I get razzed about it when people hear about it." I replied, leaning against my headboard.
"Well… what if you just didn't TELL them you were gay?" Draco offered.
"My brother's been through this school and graduated. Everyone in our year knows." I muttered.
"Riiight, I forgot that you have a brother." Draco nodded a little. "Anyway… is there anyone you fancy?" He smirked.
"What!?" I asked, eyes wide.
"Is. There. Anyone. You. Fancy?"
"Well… well, yeah, but…" I stuttered.
"I won't flaunt it," Draco offered.
"I can't say." I managed, "Too embarassing."
"Come onnnn…" Draco prodded.
"No."
"Axellll…"
"Noooo…"
Draco stood, walked to my end of the bed, and began poking my forehead. "Chinese Torture or something. Tell me."
"You'd probably laughor something."
"I wouldn't."
"Then you'd think I was stupid."
"Just tell me, Axel." Draco demanded, still tapping my forehead.
"Fine! Ilikeyou." I said the last three words really, really fast, so it sounded like 'eye like eww.'
"What?" The poking stopped.
"I… I… I like YOU." I muttered.
"Isn't THAT awkward?"
"Jakeoby? When'd you… get out of detention?" Draco asked, whirling around.
"Just now, and I decided to see if my pally was up here. Looks like I walked in on some awkward confessions." Jake explained, a little grin on his face. It was all I could do not to hurl myself out the window right now.
"Well… ah…" Draco mumbled.
"You should kiss him, Draco." Jake said with a little grin. "I bet you'd both like it."
"WHAT?" I asked, eyes wide, a bit panicky now. "NONONO. JAKE. SHUT UP!"
"Whatt? I'm just telling the truth, Axel." Jake offered, before turning on his heel, and walking out of the room. "Night booyysss." He called over his shoulder, walking away.
"You… want me… to kiss you?" Draco asked, as if he were a little shell-shocked by all this.
"Well… well… you don't… don't have to… Jake was just… he… jokes and…." I rambled, seemingly unable to finish a complete sentence.
And then everything changed.
Draco's lips crashed against mine, shutting me up instantly, my back going straight and my eyes opening as wide as they could. He kneeled over me on the bed, grabbing my shirt collar and pulling me closer. I didn't protest. My eyes and back relaxed, and my lips finally remembered what to do in such situations, and began kissing back, my fingers, like always, roamed into the white-blonde hair that hung around Draco Malfoy's devilishly angelic face.
And then it ended. He pulled away, but I could still feel the sweet tingle of his soft lips against my own, and my hands fell away from his hair, but I could still feel the softness.
"D-Draco…?" I mumbled.
"You can't tell anybody. Not a soul." Draco whispered.
"But… Jake…"
"I know, Jakeoby knows, but no one else. Not the ghosts, not anyone." Draco's voice was soft, but scared. Scared about what?
"Why…?"
"I don't want to get you into trouble, and I don't want to get into trouble. Warn Jake to keep his mouth shut, okay?" Draco explained, rubbing his left forearm over the cloak he was wearing. "Promise."
"I promise." I whispered, nodding.
We stayed like that, silent in my bed, for a while, with him sitting next to me against the headboard, staring into space. My thoughts were still lost in the wonderous feeling of Draco's lips, the lips I'd wanted for so long, pressed against my own in that fast paced kiss. My eyes kept wandering from the space infront of me to the mystery beside me, Draco Malfoy. Then Draco put an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me a little bit closer, and began to talk, very, very quietly.
"Axel, if I could, I'd tell you everything. But I can't. So we have to keep secrets. You don't ask about why I talk to Myrtle, or why you can't tell anyone, and things will work out fine. This will be our secret, okay?" He offered, his grey eyes looking into my green-blue ones.
"…Okay, Draco." I murmered. I didn't want to be a secret, I didn't want to be something swept under the rug… but I finally had Draco, and I'd latch onto any chance to keep it that way. "Can I ask about us, though…?" I asked.
"What about us?" Draco asked gently.
"Why did you kiss me?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.
"I kissed you because it was what my body told me to do. I've known you for what, a little over five years, and just because I don't really know you, it doesn't mean I never thought your body was gorgeous. And that stutter you have… it's pretty cute too. Everything in me was screaming at me to kiss you." Draco explained with a little smile. A real smile.
"R-really?" I asked softly, "But… I thought… I thought you were straight?" I added.
"Hell, I'm not gay, but I'm not exactly straight either. I guess that makes me bi, eh?" Draco offered, looking at me with eyes that didn't look so tired anymore.
"So… so… if I keep quiet to everybody… you and I… we'll meet in seceret?" I asked. I can't recall ever being so… stuttery, or weak. It was as if being with Draco made every other problem go away, like there was no one else in the whole school.
"Yeah." Draco nodded, "But, you can tell Jake, because he's probably going to know anyway." He offered with a little laugh.
And things kept going like that, Draco and I would sit in the dorm at night, in one of our beds, kissing and snuggling. This was a different side of Draco, one very few (if anyone) had probably seen. This was the happy Draco, the Draco that only wanted to be gentle and happy…
That sounds terribly corny, and I know that, but that's how it was. It was classic Cliché Romance Novel. I didn't need the ghosts much anymore, because between Draco and Jake, I was content. I was noticed. I wasn't alone anymore and I was getting used to it. During the day, I spent time with Jake, so I didn't make it obvious Draco and I were doing anything, and at night, Draco would wait until the other two people in the dorm were fast asleep, and he'd beckon me to his bed, and he and I would whisper ever-so-quietly, him holding me in his arms. He never let me take his shirt off of him though, and it was always long sleeved… I'm not sure how he could take the heat. But I didn't mind. We'd fall asleep, and then just before the sunrise, before the others were awake, Draco would wake up, put me back in my bed, and climb back into his own.
For the first time since I was about thirteen, I was happy all over again. Things were going perfect.
And like every cliché romance novel, things were about to go terribly, terribly wrong.
