Chapter Ten: Sunday morning

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A few explanantions before I proceed. My sister has been berating me for making Pansy such a slut. I can't help it. Pansy just screams neurotic, jealous, slutty, ex-girlfriend to me. Sorry guys.

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Cho felt a frantic rush of adrenaline course through her body as Draco delicately brought her arms around his neck, his eyes never leaving her face as though he was trying to memorize each slope, freckle, mole, line… She felt the warmth rise to her face and instantly she knew her cheeks were tinged pink from the outpour of attention. He confidently circled an arm all the way around her back, pulling her closer to him, while the other hand clasped hers and led her to a slow, steady cadence.

Against the backdrop of curious couples stealing glances at them, their bodies moved in unison. Cho's eyes scanned the place surreptitiously, only to hint at the prying eyes that she did not appreciate their attention; she wanted Draco's, only Draco's.

Her hand soothed the back of his neck, gently tugging at the fine hairs on his nape, while her lips deliberately grazed the creamy skin on his neck. She heard a soft moan escape his mouth and felt rewarded from the response. Draco's hand that was firmly planted on the side of her hips traversed the path of silky clothing to the small of her back, upward then down again, and back at her waist. Cho smiled dreamily against his shoulder as his touch triggered so many wonderful emotions.

She slid her hands on his hips, inserting her thumbs on the belt loops of his trousers and pulling him closer as though it was still remotely possible. Draco obediently advanced, his hips slightly bucking against hers. They shared a knowing smile. Then, their bodies continued to move rhythmically as one. One reveling in the touch of the other. Never in her life had she felt so… aroused by a man's touch. She was suddenly getting all sorts of ideas in varying degrees of naughtiness and indecency. She looked up at him and found his grey eyes filled with a look that she can only associate with lust. She felt a building anticipation in her stomach, her knees almost giving way.

But neither made any further insinuations that they want the other on that level. Blame it on their self-control. Or probably it was just pride. After the slow number, Cho was taken back by her date Terrence, who had to resolve a little problem (a couple of Slytherin boyw were having a bit of a scuffle), while Draco disappeared for the rest of the night.

As they lay awake in their separate bunks, both beside themselves for being such a bloody tease, the rest of the Hogwarts population slept soundly.

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As Cho walked down the Great Hall the next morning, she had replayed the dance with Draco in her mind for the thousandth time, but still could not understand why they did not end up… in a room. By far, it was the damn sexiest bit of foreplay in her entire sodding life and it was a shame they did not follow it up with mad, mad sex. Only when she descended the last flight of stairs that she realized the smile that was plastered on her face.

There was something different about the atmosphere in the Hall that morning. Cho was welcomed by the sounds of great and excited chattering. Everybody seemed to have a fantastic anecdote to tell on how their nights went on. Everybody seemed to want to kiss and tell. Marietta was no different.

"Yeah, we did it," Marietta told Padma without a blink of an eye. Her friends giggled uncontrollably, only then noticing her presence.

"Great. That makes one of us," Cho swung her legs over the bench and smiled sheepishly at Marietta as plopped down.

"You mean you didn't do it with Malfoy?" Padma asked, after which her hands quickly flung to her mouth.

Cho's eyes widened in shock. Why do her friends always did this to her?

"Sorry," Padma blushed furiously. "I didn't mean to blurt it out."

"Even louder next time, yeah?" Cho busied herself with stirring her coffee to a froth or else she would've leaped across the table and beat Padma to a pulp.

"I've seen the tension, Cho. I really thought you would…" Marietta indicated supportively, doing her annoying habit of pointing at her with a fork.

Cho shrugged non-commitally, allowing her eyes to scan the Slytherin table for Draco. No sign of him, though. Maybe he decided to sleep in. It was Sunday after all.

"It's fine. It's not like I'm so keen on jumping at him, please," Cho replied to Marietta and Padma's curious stares. LIAR!

Padma and Marietta went back to their dormitory to begin their homeworks (Oh please, the rumormongers!), while Cho returned to the Head Boy and Head Girl chamber to get her broom out for a spot of flying in the pitch. She had a match with no less than Draco in two weeks and she needed all the practice she can get.

Her spirits soared when she found him reclined on his favorite red couch in her dormitory. He and Terrence were chatting away mutedly about something that seemed quite important and confidential.

"Good morning," she smiled at them rather reluctantly as she took in the seriousness in their expressions. "Didn't see you two at breakfast." She said, feeling like she walked in on them on a bad time.

"Not hungry," Terrence replied simply, not meeting her eyes.

"Actually I'm starving," Draco stood up from the couch, his face a picture of relief as though Cho's presence had saved him from something visciously dramatic.

"I've got a couple pumpkin pasties," Cho offered hesitantly, jerking a thumb toward her room. He nodded in approval.

"Malfoy, I haven't quite finished what I wanted to say," Terrence said moodily. Cho was taken aback.

The tension-filled atmosphere only grew thicker when Malfoy spoke. "Well I am. So get off my bloody arse," he drawled angrily, turning his back on his captain with his billowing robes flowing behind him as he stalked towards her room.

With a final look at the contemplative Terrence, who was staring at his shoes, Cho followed the white-blonde boy inside. When she closed the oak doors behind her, she asked what the drama was about, "Okay. Explain what just happened."

"I'm not in the mood," Draco replied, running his fingers hastily through his hair and sighing loudly as he occupied the empty chair by her bedside.

"Oh come on," Cho pleaded. "Just a tiny hint."

"It's quite personal, if you don't mind," he replied, helping himself to one of the pumpkin pasties on her nightstand.

"Since when did you have anything personal with Terrence?" Cho inquired, crossing her arms on her chest. "And why did you…?"

He cut her off. "I'm thrilled, really, but no interviews today. Maybe next time," he said airily, unwrapping one of the pasties and shoving them in his mouth.

"Fine," Cho said resignedly, laying flat on her stomach on her unmade bed, as he munched away silently. Although slightly annoyed, she found herself staring at him, watching him as he popped another pasty in his mouth. He was in an all black ensemble as per usual, his hair was slightly ruffled from where his fingers ran through it. She'd love to run her hands on his hair, feel his sexy scruff against her skin, lick the creamy skin of his neck…

After minutes of uncomfortable stillness Cho shook herself off the fantasy and asked, "Feeling better?"

"Peachy," he replied with a forced grin, chucking the wrappers on the waste bin.

"C'mere," she smiled attractively, placing a hand on his leg and batting her lashes slightly for effect.

He smirked amusingly at her, "Dream come true, yeah? To finally get me alone. I knew it was only a matter of a time."

"You know what," Cho ejected her hand from his thigh, half sat on her bed, and crossed her arms on her chest. "You can leave for all I care you cheeky bastard."

"I'm not complaining, Chang. I quite like a girl who takes charge," he replied.

Cho giggled, gripped him by the sleeve of his black cotton jumper and pulled him on the bed beside her.

Finally.

Short, pointless chappie. Hope you R&R anyway, ;) CH 11: It's Slytherin-Ravenclaw in Quidditch. Check back, k?