Chapter 11
She'd been hiding out in the common room for an hour and a half now, bored and hungry. After that little incident with Malfoy, Edeline refused to leave the common room. She knew that this would come back to bite her in the ass, but she just could not face him after what had happened. Not too long ago, she had almost kissed the Slytherin Sex God and although she was a bit relieved that she had come to her senses and gotten the heck out of there, she was also rather disappointed. Without a doubt she was attracted to him, but kissing him was completely out of the question. Her brother and her entire house would rip out her organs, grind them up and feed them to hungry hippogriffs if they knew what she was thinking, far less if she had kissed him. Of course she didn't really care but she figured that it was a bit too early in the year to have everyone turn against her.
Her stomach growled again.
Merlin! What time is lunch? Effin' Next Year?
Looking at her watch, she realized that lunch wasn't for another thirty minutes, which meant that her brother was still in class, which also meant that she'd have to wait until the bell rang to get something to eat.
Damn You Potions! Shit Potions, Snape, Malfoy, SNAPE!
Gathering all her supplies, she made her way out the room in search for Draco, before he decided to sell her out to the potion master as revenge.
Oh since when are you on a first name basis with him? His name is Malfoy, not Draco, Malfoy, Malfoy…
"Thinking about me, Potter?" came that familiar drawl, "I must admit though, it is rather arousing to hear you say my name over and over…"
Her head snapped to the side to see the Devil himself, leaning against the wall, arms folded allowing her to see the slight bulge of his biceps through his shirt, staring straight at her with those liquid silver eyes.
Yum…
"Take a photo, Potter. It'll keep you company on those cold lonely nights when I'm not around," he said, sending a wink her way.
With that, he pushed himself off the wall and cautiously made his way toward her, staring at her intensely all the while.
"What do you want, Malfoy? I would have thought that LITTLE Malfoy Junior would have had enough abuse for one day," she sniggered.
At that, he halted suddenly and a light blush crept to his pale cheeks, his silver pools darkening as he sent a glare her way.
"I'll have you know, Potter, that Malfoy Junior is nowhere near as Junior as you foolishly think and I can assure you that he's been through a lot more "abuse" than the majority of the lads here at Hogwarts." he retorted, his renown smirk returning as he said that last bit.
Rolling her eyes, Edeline stalked off along the corridor leaving the blond haired magnificence to follow in her wake, his smirk still plastered on his face.
"Where are you going, Potter? Surely not the library. It's far too late to do anything now, it's almost lunch. We'd just have to come here another time…"
Turning to face him, she walked backwards, a skeptical expression gracing her features.
"And what, pray tell, do you suggest we do in the mean time?"
The wolfish grin on his face and the one eyebrow raise was enough to tell her exactly what his perverted mind thought they should do. Ignoring the sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach and the burning feeling of desire, she scoffed and spun back around, only to bump into another solid object.
WTF? This is the second time this has happened since Diagon Alley…damn that freaking Draco Malfoy
"Well lookie here, George. Seems to me like I've run into a gorgeous black haired lady," the familiar redhead smiled at her.
"That may be, dear brother. But how unfortunate it must be for her to run into a less good looking person as yourself" his clone joked as he walked forward placing an arm around her shoulders, sending a wink her way.
Unrestrained laughter echoed through the silent corridor as Fred Weasley too walked forward and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"How are you, beautiful?" he whispered, making Edeline feel a familiar emotion that she never once felt for him. However, before she could reply, the cold, drawling voice of Malfoy interrupted.
"Sorry to interrupt this little threesome thing going on but Potter we need to settle dates for your tutoring. I'm free Tuesdays and Thursdays, Wednesdays I have Quidditch practice. Is that ok with you? I don't care. See you there." With a swish of his robe, he stormed off in the opposite direction without another word, leaving a very confused Edeline standing there with the twins.
Seated between Fred and George at the Gryffindor table with a steaming plate of potatoes and porkchops, her thoughts went back to the morning spent with Malfoy. She was surprised to discover that she actually had a bit of fun with the Slytherin Prince. She glanced across the hall to the Slytherin table for what could have been the millionth time, not at all surprised to see that said Prince was still not there. Turning back to her own table, her eyes caught those of Ginny Weasley who frowned at her, and turned her head back to the boy seated next to her. Cursing inwardly, she mentally prepared herself for another midnight chat with the Redhead.
What a day!
Back in the Slytherin Male Dormitories, a ticked off Draco Malfoy lay on his back, his hands behind his neck as he thought about the morning's activities. He liked spending time with her and was having a good time until those redheaded idiots showed up, wrapping their filthy hands around her. Not only that, but it seemed as though she had forgotten that he was right there! The little…ugh!
Turning on his side, he glared at his bedside lamp. It was obvious that one of those twins liked her, most likely the one with his arm around her waist. He was going to have to do something about that, but what and most importantly why? Of course he was attracted to her, she was gorgeous and they'd look great together. Not to mention, Harry Pothead would have a fit if he started dating Edeline. At that thought, a plan started to form in Draco Malfoy's head. A plan that he couldn't wait to execute.