Draco stood up, looking at Victoria expectantly with small smirk on his lips. She sighed quietly, also standing up from her warm place in an armchair next to the fireplace.
"If I start getting cold, I'm coming back." She announced, crossing her arms against her chest with wistful glance at the armchair.
Draco only smirked, nodding. He ignored the quiet gasp made by Pansy, moving towards the door. He stopped in front of them, allowing Fynn to go first, which she did, sending him an unhappy glare with her blue eyes. He entered the narrow passage right behind her, gently putting his hands on her hips in something of a caring gesture, leading her out. Victoria turned her head around, narrowing her eyes, and with one sharp move, pushing his hands away.
"Hands off." She hissed as they reached the cold school corridor.
"Merlin, Victoria, relax," He mumbled without a smile, "I won't fuck you right here by only touching you through your clothes."
She shivered slightly hearing his words, angry for her reaction. Well, yes, maybe that was a bit childish, however, she was really bad at, well, interpersonal contacts. And, to her own anger, she couldn't help her cheeks blushing as the words "fuck you" left his mouth. Right now, she blessed those dark corridors they were walking through. She crossed her arms again, her eyes looking everywhere but in Draco's direction.
"Stop acting like this, you look like you're afraid of me," He said, his voice sounded tremendous and clear in the high corridor. Victoria snorted.
Oh boy, how wrong you are, she thought to herself, if anyone here should be afraid, that's definitely not me.
He grinned when she didn't answer. He was walking close enough to her body to make her feel rather… restless.
Nervous, she didn't even notice that they were heading to the second floor instead of first, as he had mentioned before. When his hands pushed her slightly in the direction of some old sculpture, she looked at him, frowning. He made a quick move with his wand.
"What the…?" She started, when the knight jumped away, showing a dark, narrow corridor.
"Just go." He muttered through clenched teeth, pushing her inside.
"Draco, what…" She started again, obediently walking ahead, turning her head around to look at him. Her hand unconsciously tightened on her wand. When the sculpture went back to its original position, she murmured 'lumos', her eyes fixed on the young Malfoy. Unconsciously, she noticed he was too close, so she tried to go back, but the corridor was too tight to make more than one step backwards. Abruptly, he placed one of his hands on her mouth, second embracing her waist.
"Shhh" He hushed her, moving closer, so that now she was pinned between Draco and the cold, stone wall.
She observed him with her eyes wide open, considering hexing him, but then she heard some quiet voices and laughs through the wall. With one swift move, she extinguished her wand, placing her hands on his chest. She couldn't be sure if those people outside can see the light of her spell, so she did it just in case. Now it was completely dark, and for first few seconds she couldn't see anything, her eyes slowly accustoming to the darkness. With his hand still covering her mouth, she turned her head to look at the stony wall, on the other side of which was the stone knight. She could hear her heart beating quickly, but she wasn't exactly sure if it was caused by the idea they might be found here in this weird situation or because of that hard, muscled chest pressed tightly against her breasts. Impatiently, she pushed away his hand from her mouth.
"Do you think we can get out now?" She asked in a shaky whisper.
Damn that idiotic body, she thought to herself, feeling her legs tremble slightly as he embraced her waist fully with both of his hands.
"Get out?" He repeated slowly in a low voice, turning his gaze to her face. She could barely see him, but now she could feel his warm breathe a little above her face.
"Yeah," She murmured, licking her lips unconsciously as his hands tightened on her waist, "Out, back to the corridor."
"We're not going back right now." Draco mumbled, lowering his head a bit. He found out in surprise, that not only her skin smelled like chocolate, her raven hair also wore that amazing scent. She was shorter than him, so he had her hair really close right now.
With a smirk, he noticed that she trembled slightly at his touch.
"What do you mean?" She mumbled. His hands moved a bit lower, causing her to gasp in surprise. "What are you doing?" She squeaked, struggling to make him let go. He chuckled quietly pulling her closer, but obediently moved his hands back to her waist.
"Don't be so prude," He whispered with amusement. "And by 'we're not going back right now' I meant exactly what I've said. We're going for a little walk."
She opened her mouth in surprise, shutting it after a few seconds to swallow. What on Earth was she supposed to do?
"Why?" She asked quickly, as he started guiding her through dark passage, his hand still on her waist.
"Because I want to show you the village, maybe grab a drink or two." He answered casually, leaning slightly when the corridor became lower. And narrower, to Victoria's misery.
She snorted, shaking her head slightly.
Village my ass.
She was thinking quickly. Honestly, she hadn't thought that he would start trying to fulfill his task so fast. It was naïve, but she thought she would have some more time to adjust herself in here. And yet, there she was with Malfoy in the secret passage, going to Hogsmeade.
She wasn't exactly sure what he was planning, but she was positive that it wasn't just some sort of walk to an abandoned place only to impress her.
"Alright." she mumbled, trying to move away from Malfoy, so he grabbed her hand. Oh boy.
"Tell me something about you." he demanded as he guided her through narrow passage. His slender fingers felt a bit chilly in comparison with her feverishly warm skin, but she found out to her own surprise, that she didn't mind it at all. What on Merlin's pants, she knows the boy for a few days and she didn't mind? She had been alone for too long, definitely.
"What do you want to know?" she asked, waking up from her thoughts when his fingers clenched shortly on her hand.
"I don't know," he shrugged nonchalantly "Just… Something. Favorite food, nicest childhood memory. I don't know you at all."
Oh, you can't even imagine, she thought to herself, holding back a smirk.
Victoria cleared her throat with hesitation. For the first time she had a feeling that maybe – just maybe! – Snape was right and she didn't fit for the job. Draco's other arm embraced her as she almost tripped over a small root.
"I…" she started, swallowing slowly with her eyes locked on their feet. "I always wanted to own a dog." she finished silently, not exactly understanding why she was telling him that.
Girl looked up at Draco to see him frowning in incomprehension. She almost smiled when she parted her lips to explain, "Dogs aren't common pets in wizard's world, but I happened to live in muggle Madrid for a while and in their world dogs are pretty frequent home pupils." she stopped for a moment, bright blue eyes looking straight ahead, reminiscent. Draco remained silent, as if he understood that she hadn't finished yet. "My aunt… She is an old witch. It might sound cruel, but I get a feeling that she… That I will be all alone soon." Victoria swallowed, opening her lips again, not sure how to finish the sentence. "And dogs are… Told to be man's best friends."
She casted a quick glance at Draco. His grey eyes were locked straight ahead as if he had lost all interest in what she was telling him. She hoped really badly that he believed her. Especially taking into account the fact, that mainly she told him the truth. Not counting the ridiculous part about some aunt that had never existed.
"You seem to know quite a lot about the muggle world," he said pointedly, still not looking at her. Victoria simply shrugged, but didn't get a chance to respond, because wooden flap appeared in front of them. Draco hushed her with a gesture of his hand when she opened her mouth to say something.
Slowly and carefully, he opened it, looking around. Then he motioned for her to follow, which she did, a bit hesitantly. Candles were off, so it was pretty dark down there, but their eyes got used to the darkness in the passage. Without any major problems they got out of the basement and sneaked through an empty, closed shop, one thought in Victoria's head: I am so screwed.
Draco mumbled a few charms removing locking and protecting spells and they got out of the shop into the dark, cold night. Victoria shivered involuntarily, when cold wind flapped her thin robe.
"You could've told me we will be going out." she barked angrily moving closer to him in search of warmth.
She was totally surprised with her ability to pretend. She pretended she didn't know the spells to unlock the door. She pretended silly little girl who believed in Draco's purely romantic intentions. Damn, she really was good.
"You'll warm up pretty soon." he promised, starting to walk somewhere. Happy or not, Fynn followed him, her blue eyes watching everything carefully.
His behavior changed slightly in comparison to the way he acted in the secret passage. Now he wasn't interested in her, so she was more than sure that he was up to something. Almost jogging behind him, Victoria's brain was working quickly. As they reached Three Broomsticks Inn, Draco opened the door for her. Fynn went inside to the sound of ringing bells. He was right behind her and motioned for her to find a place to sit.
"I'll get us something to drink." he said, leaving her at the table. The room was pretty crowded, many witches and wizards babbling joyfully while drinking some alcoholic beverages. Victoria's eyes were locked on Draco's back as he leaned on the counter in front of a middle-aged, but still quite attractive witch. Fynn clenched her jaw, somewhat in surprise, a little bit in admiration.
That bastard was using wandless magic.
Surely she underestimated him! Flirting with a giggling female, he was using magic. Advanced magic. Really fucking goddamn advanced magic, to be exact.
Victoria's eyes tightened as she tried to recognize the spell. It was pretty much the first time she had to do it in real, it wasn't simply a lesson with Spangle, Snape or her grandfather. She gasped quietly as she felt power of Malfoy's magic.
She vaguely saw as Draco started walking back to her with two cups of Butter Beer. She could have promised she had seen gleam of triumph in his eyes, although it could be only light.