I do not own anything besides my character Miss Alvaro (Al-va-roh)

Hush-Hush

Fred led me to a table near the fireplace. We sat down.

"I noticed that you were cold, you don't even have gloves." He stated.

The redness in my cheeks became darker and more prominent now. "I know, I forgot." I said lamely.

I didn't have that much trouble talking to him before, what's different this time?

"So you want to know about my ear?" He said bluntly.

"Well, yes and I'd love to hear more about you since you did drag me here." I replied calmly.

"I asked and you said okay." He reminded me.

He left out a few details but I didn't mind, in short, he was flying and someone had hit him with a spell. Fred blamed his brother George but I'm sure it wasn't him. He let me take a look again.

"You're very tactile." He commented.

"Yeah." I giggled. "A mannerism I guess."

We talked a little more and got to know each other.

"I find it strange that we've never met before." He said quickly.

Of course we had met, he just hadn't remembered me. I was this girl a year below him and he was interested in other girls. We didn't know each other, that was sure but we'd met before.

I laughed, "I know. Large school but everyone knows everyone."

I was sure he had caught on that it was a nervous laugh.

"Well, I'd better get back to George. I'll kill him if he's left the darn register free again." He smirked and stood up. He pulled the chair out for me and I thanked him. We walked out hand in hand again. He didn't bother putting on his gloves this time. His hand engulfed mine. Fred's palm must have been ice-cream melting in my hot water bottle hand.

"Thank you." He whispered as he hugged me.

Not even thinking, I kissed his cheek before we pulled away. "No, thank you." I said hoping it would take the attention off of the kiss.

We both gave each other a smile before departing. I could feel him watching me walk away as he stood at the entrance of 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes'.

All I could see ahead of me was white, icy wonderland, sprinkled with multi-coloured clothed students. Their backs were turned, their footsteps giving me a path to where I needed to be. I was late once again.

Fred was memorable, both of them were, I just never found myself having either one of them stuck in my head like a catchy song. Fred's face kept popping into my head and I found myself feeling as though electricity was flowing through my veins, I felt like a giddy fifteen year old. There were both pros and cons to this situation and I'd found myself consciously writing up a list in my head. Pros: Fred took thoughts off of the unfortunate war, he was good for me, he was funny and cute. Cons: He was a Weasley, as tragic as it was he was a Gryffindor, he was good for me, he was funny and cute, thus parents would not approve. Being a darn Slytherin was frustrating at the most of times and with your father being a death eater, life was not so happy go lucky.

Finding myself pondering this predicament, an icy voice shook me out of my thoughts. Draco's presence could send chills down my spine.

"Alvaro? What are you doing out here so late?"

"Our families may be good friends, or what I would call acquaintances, but I am not your business to mind." I answered sternly.

Draco took a few long strides and was quickly by my side. He simply lifted my legs and sat down, placing my legs upon his lap. I took in a deep breath before looking at him. He was devilishly handsome, everything my parents would love in a boy; pureblood, Slytherin, handsome, and wealthy.

Draco definitely knew how to charm a girl, when it came to Slytherin girls anyway.

His frozen fingers trailed my warm legs; the school uniform did nothing for warmth but I liked it that way. I'll admit I'd slept with the guy more than once. I was drunk and he was a great fuck. We weren't exactly fuck buddies, but if I was drunk and wet enough, I'd go there. He continued up to the hem of my skirt, asking if he could enter. Another thing I'll admit, I was a cock tease.

He just got past my skirt and was halfway up my thigh when I stopped him. "I'm not drunk and I'm not in the mood."

My legs swung over the couch and my feet hit the ground. Draco's hands dropped down to his lap. He seemed very cheerless then. We both had feelings at one point. His amazing grey eyes were telling me a story and I knew the feelings were still there but it would never work out.

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