CHAPTER 11
Nothing happened for the next month, except Scarlett sometimes caught Malfoy's eyes a number of times, he was constantly looking at her, and looked a little less in love with Pansy Parkinson.
Somehow Gryffindor was playing against Slytherin again in the quidditch match, and Scarlett, along with the rest of the team were determined to beat Slytherin this time. They played dirty, and rough, slamming into the Slytherins and hitting bludgers to them. Scarlett managed to knock two people off their brooms, so now seven were against five, and Gryffindor were making Slytherin look like the good guys.
They had achieved their goal an hour later – Gryffindor on 480 to Slytherin on 60. This smashed the previous record Gryffindor had held – 450 points, and so they had something else to cheer about, which made the partying last longer. Scarlett was in amongst it, she could hardly move in the common room. She'd had a few butter beers, so she wasn't acting completely of her own accord. She went upstairs to get something for a friend when she saw a note on her bed.
Congratulations on today's match, you truly are a great quidditch player.
Head Boy
She started to wonder how on earth he got a note into the tower and onto her bed. And he was complimenting her as well? She held the note in her hand tightly and ran out the Gryffindor Tower and all the way to the dungeons and kicked his door open. He was looking at something out the window and when he turned around to see her standing there, his eyes darting to her hand, seeing the note and back to her face, she was slightly puffing from running before she had flung herself onto him, pushing him back as she kicked the door shut and kissed him.
He slammed her into the wall and was kissing her back with so much passion it was unbelievable. Ten minutes had passed when he started kissing her everywhere, and she told him something she should have told him a month ago.
"Oh God, I can feel it Malfoy, definitely." He knew what she was talking about and he smiled, because he knew all along he was right. There was a knock at the door, followed by a girl's voice. "Draco?" Scarlett, who was still up against the wall, above Malfoy due to his body pressing hers down started whispering to him.
"Why are you still going out with her?"
"Family reasons. I've got to answer the door, I can't just leave her out there, waiting. It'd be rude."
"Isn't that what Slytherins are? Rude obnoxious people?" He looked angry now.
"How dare you call me obnoxious." He snarled.
"It's true."
"You're so right." He smashed his lips to hers again and pulled her from the wall and dropped her on the bed. He exchanged passion for at least another twenty minutes until Pansy started yelling out
and Malfoy figured he'd better let her in. Scarlett was still on his bed, her hair and clothes all messy, and she looked very tempting from where he was standing and tried not to go back to her.
"Go, I'll get in trouble if you don't." He hissed.
"But isn't that what Slytherins love? Lying and being deceitful to their friends? Hmm?" God she was so tempting, and she really was making him hard.
"Stop it!" he hissed again.
"Stop what? Turning you on?" she smirked. God why wasn't Pansy ever like this!
"This is torture to me, do you hear?" She giggled.
"I'd rather just stay here thanks." Scarlett said. Now she was being difficult, he thought.
"Well I'd rather you stayed here too but I'm sorry, you can't, now go! And don't tell anyone either." he said, pointing to the door.
"Well you're no fun." She said sulkily and slipped out when Pansy walked in. She could hear him talking to Pansy, and she was getting very upset that he didn't open the door before. He claimed he was studying, like that was ever true. As Scarlett went back to the common room, she couldn't help but think of the satisfaction this was giving her, knowing that Malfoy was cheating on his own girlfriend with her. Life was looking good.