EADCL 7

Pierce's P.O.V

"NOOOOOOO!," I yell as my vision blackens; warm arms yanking me out of the corridor.

(Some Time Later On)

The light begins to flood my eyes; leaving me to awaken into an unfamiliar room. Sitting upright slowly, noticing the throbbing pain in my head. Looking around the room, I notice that it looks almost exactly like the my dorm rooms.

"Where am I," I question, moving my hand to block the deafeningly bright light.

"The boys dorms," an easily recognizable voice responds.

"Blaise, how corpse-like do I look?" I question, voice groggy and dry.

"Well the blood you're covered in truly brings out the colour of your eyes," he replies sarcastically, smirk lacing his features.

"What!" I immediately look down to see miniature droplets of blood on my dress.

"Whose blood is this?" I ask, concerned.

"Harry's," he starts, "and don't worry, Draco's drenched."

Blaise laughs so evilly I'm terrified he's murdered someone. Draco couldn't have made the same mistake I have; out of spite, Jealousy?

"He's not dead is he," I murmur, terrified of the truth.

Blaise opens his mouth to speak, most likely a snide remark, but closes it once again at my saddened expression.

"We had to pry Draco off of Harry's unconscious body," He tries to sound solemn, but ends up letting out a giggle.

"Please be joking," I whimper, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

Full booming laughter, "Of course I'm joking, Draco threw maybe three punches, and Harry's nose broke."

"Oh thank the gods," I collapse onto the silken sheets of the bed closest to me.

I make comforter angels and bask in the softness of the sweet smelling bed. It smells of cloves, and mint. Spicy yet sweet.

"Hey Blaise," I mumble into the sheets.

"Yes, he says from a chair in the corner of the room.

"Whose bed is this?" I ask, curious as to who smells that good.

"Mine," a new voice interrupts.

My body stiffens, the voice is so sharp.

"Draco," I whisper, to shocked to say anything else.

"Ah, hello Pierce," he takes notice to his bed, "thanks for messing up my sheets."

"I didn't know this was your bed," he chuckles at my confession.

"I'm sure you'd love to spend time in my bed," he flirts, making my cheeks burst aflame.

If he's going to make be blush with crazy innuendos I might as well fight back right?

"I sure would Draco," I drawl, "I'm sure you're a very passionate and tender lover."

I then stand up, very slowly, and walk out of the dormitories swinging my hips a little bit more than necessary. Smirking to myself at the triumph of making Draco turn redder than the blood drowning his once crisp white button-up.

Draco's P.O.V

I turn to Blaise, he's laughing his ass off at my expression; I didn't know that Pierce could be so… Dirty. I strip out of my blood soaked clothing and into a pair of sweatpants, unusual for a Malfoy.

"What are you laughing at," I snap.

"Nothing, just your hilarious expression," he starts, "By the way, she's pissed that you beat on her 'boyfriend'."