Author's Note:

Hey guys, I'm back! I gave up on this for a long time, but my friend made me pick it back up. Thanks to her! So here's the next chapter of my story. Sorry for the mega cliff-hanger!

Chapter Nine

I froze. I didn't know what to do. Draco had caught me kissing Sam. That was the only thing I could process, but it was the last thing I wanted to think about.

Shit's going down.

Shut up. What do I do?!

Draco wouldn't look at me, he pointedly kept his eyes on Sam. He glanced downward for a second. "Having... Fun?"

I looked over to Sam, then blushed. There was a very prominent bulge in his already tight jeans. Sam shifted uncomfortably, laughing awkwardly. "Yeah, hah, we were just -"

"I don't want to know what you were doing." Draco's voice was cold. He walked past me and barged Sam's shoulder. He was heading back to the dungeons. Suddenly I wasn't in the mood to party anymore.I could feel shameful tears flood my eyes, no matter how much I tried to stop them.

"Em -"

"Noone is allowed to call me that. I'm going back... Sorry." I ran past Sam, hoping to catch up to Draco. I was so embarrassed, I couldn't believe Draco had caught us. No, I couldn't believe there was anything to be caught doing. I wasn't that girl, I didn't go around kissing guys - Sam was my first kiss, for Merlin's sake. I had just thrown that away because some guy had paid me a little attention.

By the time I got back to the common room, it was a mess. Tables had been flipped, chairs had been thrown and random items were strewn across the floor. Draco was standing infront of the fire, visibly shaking. "Draco, I -"

"Sorry for interrupting your funtime. You should go back, I'm sure he's dying to finish what was started." I flinched at the implication. I wasn't going to sleep with Sam - I hadn't even planned on kissing him.

"Draco, no. It isn't what you think." He spun round. He was a mess; his hair was crazy, his eyes were wide and angry, he.. Oh shit. He'd been crying. "Draco... You're crying." I took a step forward and lifted my hand. He flinched and took a step backwards. My hand dropped, along with my eyes. That hit me like a punch to the stomach, I genuinely felt winded.

"Then what the hell was it, Emily?"

Punch. "It looked like you were kissing him and from the looks of it, he thoroughly enjoyed it. You're not the first girl he's done this to."

Punch. "Once he's done with you, you'll be discared, used up."

Punch. "Used up.. Like a soiled whore."

Knock out.

The tears came freely now, leaving a wet trail down my face. I sniffed, and sobbed brokenly. He looked guilty for a moment, then his face hardened up. His eyes were dry now. He had no emotion on his face anymore. "Draco.."

"If that's what you want the school's first impression of you to be, then fine." He turned away again. Suddenly, I refused to let this situation out of my hands. I would stay in control, and if necessary, I'd have to manipulate Draco. I wouldn't let him go. I couldn't...

"Draco, I'm sorry, it.. I.. I didn't mean for this to happen. It wasn't meant to happen. It just... Did." His head turned towards me slightly. Atleast he was listening. I took a step forward. "He just, kissed me. You know that I've never kissed someone before. I just wanted to know what it was like. It was.. I don't even know. I'm just so embarrased, and ashamed. It wasn't what I wanted it to be. And I know why. It's because it was with the wrong person." That wasn't meant to come out. Oh shit, I basically just admitted my feelings for him.

He turned to face me. "What's that supposed to mean, Em?" He used a nickname.. It was a start. "What are you trying to say?" I blanched again. He took a couple steps towards me.

"I.. I don't know what I'm trying to say. I'm just telling the truth. What happened between me and Sam didn't mean anything. It's an experience I want to forget." Okay, so that was a lie. I was going to think about it for a long time, and wonder what it meant. But Draco didn't need to know that.

"Oh, right, okay." He looked... Disappointed. That was strange. He huffed a breath, and ran his hand through his hair. He looked exhausted, but determined about something. "Okay." He'd said that already. He turned away from me suddenly. "I'm going to bed, I'm tired. Goodnight, Emily."

Oh, we were back to the full name.

He headed up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. The door slammed at the top of the stairs.

I didn't even know if things were sorted.

I didn't even know if he'd forgiven me.

I didn't even know if he was still my friend.