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Accomplishments

"This is such a bad idea..." Portia giggled. I looked at her over my shoulder.

"I know. But I have to talk to him." I sighed. We were currently standing outside of the portrait of the witches having tea on the first floor. Apparently Draco's father had insisted that his son had a private bedroom. That was just spoiling your children in my eyes. But whatever, for my mission tonight, it helped enormously. From outside I heard the clock tower chime twelve times. I had only brought Portia for two reasons. One, she was the most understanding towards my feelings for Draco. And two, everyone else was dead asleep.

I waited and watched the picture for any signs of movement. Five minutes.... Ten minutes... I heard Portia yawn, and burp at the same time. I shot her a glare.

"What? I'm tired. I'll give you five more minutes and if he doesn't come out by then I swear I'll—" I suddenly clasped a hand over her mouth and watched the painting which was now moving.

"Shut up, and stay here. I'll be back soon." I whispered to her and she nodded vigorously. I let go of her mouth and walked out from behind the corner, I saw Draco leaning out of his door frame, and as soon as his eyes met mine he gave me another heart-stopping smile. I felt my heart flutter, but continued on. He quickly led me into his room, and it was dark after the picture closed behind us.

I walked down a small hallway towards the dim light I could see at the end of it. It opened up into a spacious living area, clad in green and silver. A dim fire was lit in the large fireplace and I could see a staircase leading up towards his room most likely. I turned around to face him and looked up into his face.

"Nice place you got here..." I muttered. He smiled at me, and then pulled me towards his chest. I hugged him back as tight as I could. For the amount of time we had been together, we really hadn't been together. The only times I saw him was when we were passing in the hall, right after dinner to say goodnight, and sometimes on the grounds when he was tormenting smaller children and I was trying to study.

"I've missed you." I sighed into his green t-shirt. I could feel his perfect body underneath it.

"Me too." He sighed back. I pulled away a little to see his face.

"You missed yourself?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You know what I meant." He smirked and leaned his head towards mine. I ducked away from it quickly.

"Nope! I'm supposed to be angry at you right now... I'm supposed to.... Supposed... to.... Uhh...." I had been looking into his silver eyes, and the seemed to burn right into mine, pulling me under their spell.

"What were you saying Brooklyn?" Draco asked with a playful smirk.

"Umm.... Stop it! Come on! That's not fair at all." I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him playfully.

"Never said it was..." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back, but then I remembered why I had come here in the first place.

"Why did you do that in the Great Hall?" I asked hotly.

"I want to show you off. That's normally what a boyfriend does to the world." He replied.

"No it isn't. Not when your boyfriend has a reputation for being a—" I cut off.

"A what? Say it!" He narrowed his eyes. I drew in an angry breath.

"A.... A...." I couldn't get the words out.

"See, you're pathetic. You can't even insult me." He sneered, and I glared at him venomously.

"A man whore!" I growled angrily at him. His eyes flashed and his jaw clenched.

"Really? Well, you're not keeping a very low profile as an ice bitch, so I'd say we're even." He hissed at me.

"How dare you call me that!" I pointed a finger in his chest. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me against his chest. I tried to wriggle free when he wrapped both of his arms around my shoulders, making it so I couldn't move.

"Now. You're going to like the way things play out, or I'll make you like them." He told me in a low voice. I glowered up at him.

"You're not my mother. You can't tell me what I will or will not do." I spit at him. We stood there, close together, glaring daggers at each other for what seemed like hours. Then he finally leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and kissed me aggressively. My will crumbled as soon as his lips touched mine and I kissed him back with everything I had. His tongue ran over my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I granted happily, and we fought for dominance. But he ended up winning, as always. The kiss lasted for another few minutes, and then he pulled away and chuckled. I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile.

"And that is what I love about you." He smiled down at me. I rolled my eyes, and he put a finger under my chin to tilt it up so that I could look into his molten silver eyes.

"I'm serious. You're... You're not like other girls Brooklyn. Or at least, not like the other girls I have been with." He sighed with a slight grimace. I tensed up at those words.

"And that's a good thing in your eyes?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. Completely. I mean, I'm used to girls throwing themselves at my feet, just hoping for a chance with me. But you... You are just yourself. A bitch at times, I'll admit." He sighed and I hit his shoulder playfully. He looked back down and gave me one of his breathtaking smiles. "But that's why you're so intriguing to me. You don't let your guard down." He finished.

"I'm not the only one... I'm still trying to defrost you too. But it's not really having an effect..." I smiled and he smirked back.

"You don't even realize what you do to me." He muttered under his breath, and I wondered if I was meant to hear the statement. He loosened his grip on me and went over to his leather couch, pulling me down besides him. We were quiet for a little while as he held me against him and we looked into the dimming fire.

"Oh damn." I sighed.

"What is it, love?" Draco asked looking down at me.

"I completely forgot about me being mad at you... How long did I last?" I sighed again. Draco let out a few laughs.

"Face it, you melt when you're with me." He smirked.

"I could say the same... but that would be lying." I countered, and he frowned a little. We were quiet again.

"So does this mean that you're okay with us going public?" Draco ventured to ask. I noted that his voice actually sounded hesitant and unsure of what was coming. I smirked and sighed.

"Yes... I guess so." I replied. As if I had any choice. The deed was already done. "I just hope Pansy can take the news without having a heart attack... That is, before I murder her..." I wondered aloud. Draco let out a few hard chuckles.

"What did you see in her anyway?" I asked quietly. He sighed.

"Do we have to have this conversation right now?" Draco asked, equally quiet.

"No, but I'll keep bringing it up until you answer me, so it would be easier to answer now, instead of later, when I might blow it wildly out of proportion and decide you aren't worth my effort." I smirked and felt Draco's arms wrap tighter around my waist.

"True... But I think that's a conversation I'll save for another day. I'll take a risk." He said.

"You're into doing that now, aren't you?" I asked.

"Doing what?" He asked again, a little confused.

"Taking risks. I mean honestly. The Slytherin Prince... dating, a half blood Gryffindor. What do you want? Social suicide?" I asked looking up into his pale face, that was even more handsome— If that was possible—in the glowing firelight. He sighed, and it was a tense sound.

"I want change. I want a new life. I want something exciting. I want you." He said, and then went back to being quiet. I didn't press the matter, seeing as his answer was making my heart pound right out of my rib cage.

I suddenly heard the clock on Draco's wall chime once.

"Dammit! I have to go. I'm sorry." I said quickly as I tried to get up. Draco's arms remained around my waist.

"Why can't you stay with me tonight?" He asked suddenly.

"I left Portia in the hallway..." I replied sheepishly. He smiled a little bit, then frowned in thought.

"If she was smart she'd go back to the common room. I'm sure she did, and I don't want you to get caught by Filch." He stated. I stood up, and crossed my arms over my chest as I looked down at him.

"You know. I may not be a Slytherin, but I can be sneaky when I want to be. You worry too much." I sighed. He stood up and caressed my cheek with his hand. I leaned into his palm, then reached up on my tip toes and leaned my head up. His lips captured mine, and the kiss automatically turned intense. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, while his other hand held my face to his. And I twisted my fingers into his smooth hair. After several minutes the kiss turned slower, and softer, and I was gasping for breath by the time we pulled apart. He leaned his forehead against mine and I could taste the spicy scent he gave off.

"Thank you, Miss Cunningham, for this much needed conversation." He smirked. I pulled away from the embrace and rolled my eyes, but smiled at him. Then slowly made my way back towards the painting. I looked back once as I climbed out of the panting hole, and he gave a small smile to me, before I shut the painting behind me.

I quickly ran back to the place where I left Portia, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle my laughs when I saw her passed out, mouth hanging open, and drooling all over the floor. I shook her shoulder gently and she swatted at me.

"Don't take my smoothie, here, take my hat..." She mumbled in her sleep. I rolled my eyes and chuckled then shook her a little harder. She swatted at me again and tried to turn away.

"The purple cow is in the yard... I'll go get the milk..." She mumbled again.

"What the hell are you dreaming about?" I asked her as I finally got fed up. I smacked her cheek and she shot up from her horizontal position. She looked at me, dazed with sleep.

"I hate you... What took so long? Were you... you know..." She trailed off, with a suggestive smile.

"No Portia." I groaned quietly. She stood up with me, and held up her hands.

"Hey, I'm just saying... but you'd tell me, wouldn't you?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes. I'd tell you." I said, biting my lip to hide my smile.

"But I take it that you accomplished your mission tonight?" She whispered to me. I smiled again.

"Yeah... It was a very accomplished conversation." I smiled to myself as we snuck back towards the Gryffindor tower in the dark hallways.

Oh my. What a fluffy chapter. I just love Draco. Isn't he such a cutie? Actually.. I think he's a sexy beast... but whatever... haha. =) but I think that I love review even more than I love him.. GASP! And that's saying something! Please review, I love all of my reviewers, you make me all so happy... But! Not in a perverted way. Wow... I just noticed how this is my 20th chapter, and I named it Accomplishments.... that's ironic... Okay, enough from me! Peace out homies! -Mooch