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Again for those who don't know, this is a re-write, but no need to read the other one, since this one will have more detail, better spelling, and of course adequete words for all the parts. I hope you all enjoy this and please, let me know what you think of it :)
She could feel her heart running in her chest, and she dimly realized what would happen if he rejected her. It had been too long, since she'd last been able to be this close to him. Her heart froze in her throat when she realized he still hadn't kissed her back, or reacted. She didn't know what'd she do if he just pushed her off and started laughing, she couldn't even begin to imagine what everyone else would say. She'd look like a loser. Until she felt him gingerly wrap his arm around her, and her knees almost gave out with joy. He was reacting, he was kissing her back!
He began to pull away, and she sighed, before parting from him. He smriked, his eyes reflecting absolutely nothing that was running through his mind. It wasn't until she looked away from his eyes, that she realized everyone was staring at them. Even the professors, with Snape's fork mid-way to his mouth, and Dumbledore's eyes gleaming with... well she didn't know what they were gleaming with, but it was as if he knew. And the idea that someone might have known while, they were trying there hardest to keep it a secret worried her.
But she was more worried about the way Ron, and Harry were glaring at her. Even though they had known, the idea of the secret being out must have worried that. She sighed before turning and muttering.
"Everyone's staring."
His smirk broadened. "Good." he paused before adding. "After all, you are my girlfriend."
In all honesty she felt like she was in a movie, where the theatre takes a collective gasp all together. She watched from the corner of her eye as Snape dropped his fork, and Mcgonagall choked on her water.
As much as she hated to admit it, it was somewhat entertaining to watch everything go down.
Giggling she stepped out of his arms, and turned around smiled and Pansy Parkinson, whose mouth was gaping open, and trotted out of the Great Hall.
He smirked as he watched her leave, before sitting back down, looking around the Great Hall, he realised people where still staring and sneered sardonically. "Well?"
The conversations opened back-up immediately, his eyes fell to his plate, and he wondered where she had possibly run off to, but looking back up, she was sitting back down at the Gryffindor table, a hapy aura around her. And for once he understood that she was happy without having to ask.
He sneered, this was turning him weak, he needed to be strong, he always had to be strong. He knew things he shouldn't, the things he kept his mouth shut about. He couldn't help but rake his hadn through his hair, and he'd caughtPotter and Weaselette last night. How would his girlfriend feel to know about a relationship before she was told be either of her bestfriends.
Looking up he realised she was happy, and as he watched her around his friends, he didn't think she realised just how much she really had, compared to him, to everyone.
Looking down he picked at his waffle, he couldn't let these thoughts ruin him. He is after all Draco Abraxas Malfoy. And he would be happy, after all he always was.
He looked up and caught her eye, and she smiled before turning and continuing her conversation with the Patil twins. Ignroance was bliss after all. But who was he kidding. He smirked, maybe he should just keep bothering her until she was angry then kiss her or hug her.
He'd just gotten her back, the last thing he needed was to get her angry again, or for him to break it off, or to get in a fight, as bad as the last one. But in all honesty it had been her fault, and now that the secret was out, sure they'd have problems to deal with, but they'd make it through them they always did.
His parents and he friend, the Weasely's if they got through months of a relationship in the shadows, they could make it through them, after all he could swiftly lie to his father, tell him she's just his play thing, and the Weasely's they have to forgive some time, but he would be a blood traitor, and he didn't want that title, never did he want that title.
"Just wait until your father hears about your new girlfriend Draco, he'll be so upet, to raise such a pure-blooded son, who ends up falling for such filth"
He turned and saw Pansy, who was smirking, he hip cocked to one side.
"Easy Pansy, I never said it was that serious."
Her eyebrows furrowed together to try and understand what he was saying.
"So you're just playing with her?" She asked, wanting more into the subject.
"I never said that." He shrugged, his hands slinking to his front pockets.
"Then what did you say?"
"Absolutely nothing."
He could feel er fury as he began to walk away.
Messing with Parkinson was just too easy.
"But Draco." She called after him.
"But nothing, Listen Pansy, I'm not a blood traitor unless I marry her, no need to go and tell my father."
"You just don't want to get caught." She huffed.
"Maybe, maybe not." He smirked, before turning and heading towards Ancient Runes.
His day had been growing great afterall.