Hey everyone!

Here's chapter 20! Nothing interesting from me to report, I just want to say how much I love all of you. Your reviews are phenomenal, I couldn't ask for a better group of readers or better support then the amount I get from all of you :)

I guess I feel like putting a disclaimer up today... A reminder to you all, in case you forgot ;) I own nothing of the Harry Potter saga, all credits to J.K. Rowling and her awesome mind. I do have complete ownership of my OC characters, which are everyone that wasn't in the original story. Duh :) The plot to this story is all mine as well.

Anyway, onward!

I had dragged myself off to bed about twenty minutes after the encounter with Draco. I had no idea how long I slept for. Probably only a few hours, because it was still dark when I was rudely awakened. I jolted into consciousness by hard knocking coming from my door. Actually, it could barely be described as 'knocking'. It sounded like whoever it was wanted to punch a hole through the door. I half jumped, half fell, from my bed, tripping over to the door and flinging it open. Draco stood there, looking determined and slightly angry.

"Bloody hell- mmpf!" I tried to demand answers, but gave a weird squeak as he grabbed the back of my neck. With that as guidance, he directed me a couple steps back and slammed the door behind him. He proceeded to push me against the now closed door.

"Tell me to stop," he growled. I had the briefest consideration of screaming and punching him. For some reason, I didn't. He was scarier at that moment then I'd seen him in awhile. "I'm sorry," he apologized harshly after a silent moment. His hands tightened on my arms as he pushed me harder against the door.

Before I could think any further or even consider questioning him, he was kissing me. It was like the world was ending. At least, that was the only thing I could compare the intensity to. He didn't let me panic this time, taking advantage of my gaping expression. His tongue stroked against mine, and I cursed myself for not letting him do so on the Astronomy Tower. Kissing Draco was exactly what I believed hadn't existed, he embodied the myth of mind-blowing kissers.

For some reason, I emitted a strange sound into his mouth. I didn't mean to do it, but it was just suddenly there. His reply was to step even closer to me, pushing me impossibly further against the door. I felt every notch in the wood against my back. I also felt every ripple and facet of his chest, as that was pressing just as firmly against me. I was inescapably pinned between Draco and the doorway. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed handfuls of his shirt, as if I'd fall off the earth if I let go. Draco broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air as he pressed his lips in a path down my neck, finally grazing his teeth across my skin somewhere around my collarbone area. He sucked determinedly on the same spot, I was positive he left a mark. He continued across my shoulder, pushing the strap of my tank top aside in order to leave his path uninterrupted.

"Draco-" I started, having no idea what to say to him. I had no idea what he was thinking, or why he had suddenly gone sort of insane. In reply, Draco just slid his hands down to my legs, completely lifting me off the ground and forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I clung to his shoulders as he pressed me against the door again. Vaguely, I was impressed he was that strong. That thought vanished when he looked at me. His storm of an eye color left me with less air then I already had.

Alexa," he said quietly. I was surprised by how gentle his voice sounded, considering the rest of his current actions.

"What?"

"If this went further, would you stop me?"

I quite literally couldn't breathe. He wasn't making the situation easier, as he was suddenly rubbing distracting patters into the back of my both my legs, where his hands still supported me. His lips continued to brush over my shoulder, making me shudder against him. I felt the action flowing through our position, as there was no space whatsoever between us. It was as if the shiver was reverberating throughout the entire room. "No," I finally panted. I couldn't help the reply. It was a bad realization, the knowledge that I had no power over the situation. I wasn't even sure what he was planning on doing, even though that seemed like a stupid thing to be wondering.

"Good," there was triumph in his voice.

"Stop anyway," I breathed, unable to look at him.

"I thought you just said that you wouldn't do that."

"I can't stop you myself. I'm asking you Draco, please," I let my head rest against the door, trying to think of a way to get some form of normalcy into the situation. Slowly, his hands left my legs, dropping me gently to the ground. I discovered how weak-kneed I really was, collapsing into an ungraceful heap at his feet. It was humiliating, but I couldn't do anything about it.

"What the-" he sounded genuinely surprised at my complete lack of composure. "Jesus, Alexa," he was crouching next to me, placing a hand slowly against my back.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, unsure if he even heard me.

"What are you talking about?"

I finally looked at him, feeling angry tears burn my eyes. "What you do to all your girls Draco. You make them fall for you. No matter how much they know about you and your awful reputation, they fall for you anyway. No matter how many times they say they won't. No matter how many years I've hated every little thing about you, all I can think about now is that I might be falling for you. And it's all your fault! I hate you Draco, I really do. Which is why I'm so goddamn sorry that I'm actually falling in love with you."

Who would've thought that one day, I'd be handing my butchered heart to Draco Malfoy on a freaking platter?

He let out a weird little laugh, falling from his crouching position into a sitting one. His fingers raked through his hair as he looked at me. I caught my breath in jagged inhales. He took a few deep breaths as well, as if on the verge of speaking. On the fourth breath, he finally did so. "I killed a bird," he announced.

My eyes flickered towards his. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Accident."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Again, he shrugged, shaking his head. "I don't know. You seem like a good person to tell."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"The bird. I'm sorry that you had to see it dead."

"Not your fault," he mumbled quietly. "It's not as if it was a big deal. It was just a bird."

"No, it's a reminder that you did something wrong," I said simply. This was a really bizarre feeling. Seconds ago he had attacked me against a door. Now, we were having a normal conversation.

I suppose it's bad when I consider this type of conversation 'normal'.

"It's not working, is it?" I asked quietly. I turned my eyes towards the floor, registering how strange we both looked sitting there. "Whatever you're trying to do to Dumbledore."

"It's going fine," he snarled quietly. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, keeping my head ducked slightly. He was looking right back, though his eyes were slightly wild from the unexpected question. "I won't fail," Draco insisted after a pause.

"I wasn't saying that you will," I mumbled, averting my eyes again and changing positions so I was leaning against the door with my knees drawn to my chest. "I don't believe you though. It's not going fine, is it?"

"Why do you want to know?" he demanded suspiciously.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "I don't know Draco, whatever reason you want me to have. At Christmas I'm supposed to become a confident anyway? You look like you're about to explode with the need to tell someone? I'm mildly curious as to how a sixteen year old is planning to kill the Headmaster? You're my friend, and against better judgment I actually care for you? Take your pick."

"Do you really?"

I glanced up, seeing him looking at me with genuine and almost imploring curiosity. "Do I really what?"

"Care for me."

I snorted loudly, letting my head fall backwards so it whacked against the closed door. "Isn't that the reason we're in this position?" I gestured around at the floor where we were sitting. He just looked at me with a forced expression of calm on his face. "Yes Draco. Really," I closed my eyes, covering my face with my hands and rubbing at my now closed eyelids.

I wasn't really expecting anything, therefore I was surprised when I heard him move. I opened my eyes, lowering my fingers to watch him. He moved across the floor towards me, sitting next to me against the door. That was it. He didn't do anything else, he was barely even touching me. He just sat there. "That's good," he muttered after a second of me just looking sideways at him.

"Can I go back to sleep now?" I questioned softly. I really was tired, considering that he woke me up and then proceeded to fill my brain with enough chaos that I was left more exhausted then ever. A very brief smile flashed across his face as he nodded. "Oh good," I sighed, rolling into a standing position and shuffling to my bed. Throwing myself into the mess of covers, I turned on my side to see him still sitting there.

"Do you mind? If I sit here awhile?" he asked quietly, leaning his head against the door.

His tone made me sad. I had no power left in me to refuse him. I rolled away from him and tossed one of my pillows into the window seat. "The ground can't be that comfortable. There's a blanket in the closet, if you want it," I reached up and turned off the lamp that I'd managed to light before I'd opened the door. Dull green light was the only source of illumination in the room now, reflected eerily across the floor from the lake water that the window seat looked out into.

I listened to Draco stand up and cross the room. His silhouette came into my line of vision, and I watched him sit down in the seat. "Thanks," he muttered through the darkness.

"Don't thank me yet. Lucas might wake up and realize you're here," I grinned, even though the darkness hid it from view. I pulled the sleeping cat towards me, resulting in Lucas sighing happily and stretching against my stomach. "Throw the pillow at me if he starts attacking you. Then I can be awake to watch."

"Some friend you are," he scoffed. I watched his dark form stretch out on the seat. I just smiled slightly, not replying as I adjusted my blanket and shifted into a more comfortable position. I fell asleep like that, knowing he was there. I found that I definitely didn't hate the idea.

•••

"So, let me get this straight. You lied about that girl actually being your girlfriend?" I was pretending to be outraged, letting my mouth fall open dramatically in Blaise's direction. Sailor started snickering at the accusation. I proceeded to start grinning at my twin, who spat a watermelon seed in my direction rather then the bowl we were aiming at.

"Way to completely miss the point," he grumbled while I ducked.

"No, I think it's a rather good side point," Sailor shook his head, tilting his head back and spitting a watermelon seed in a high arc into the bowl. "Not only because you lied, but because you made the girl lie as well. I remember the whole introduction thing, mum was ready to wet herself."

I snorted. "See, I have backup. It's absolutely true though, she was so happy that you were 'growing as a person'. Sickening, really."

"Okay fine, side point taken," Blaise sighed. "Shall we focus more on the fact that I'm officially dating your best friend?" he pointed to me with his next slice of watermelon.

"Which has been a long time coming, so I'm honestly quite relieved," I sighed, spitting three seeds into the bowl. Only two went in. "Damn," I sighed.

"Your projectile is all whacked," Sailor lectured. "You're paying more attention to where it goes then the direction you have to spit it in," he demonstrated by sending eight seeds in a straight line into the bowl.

I burst out laughing, applauding him. "This was the best thing about your dad," I told Sailor happily. "I mean, he was an evil asshole at every other time, but this was always so awesome," I looked through the second bowl of uneaten watermelon slices, looking for the perfect one to eat next. "No offense or anything, of course."

"None taken," Sailor shrugged. I smiled, ruffling his hair. Sailor grimaced, ducking out from under my hand. "I'm not that much younger then you," he mumbled.

"Awh, but you're my cute little brother," I snickered. "Who doesn't have a girlfriend! I never thought Blaise would 'officially' beat you to that point, even if you are only thirteen."

"You were convinced enough before you found out that the girl wasn't actually my girlfriend," Blaise grumbled in Italian, making me snicker.

"Doesn't count. Liar," I accused. "Honestly though, I'm glad you're dating Rae. I won't have to listen to her obsessive stalking anymore. And if you repeat that to her I will personally make your life hell."

"Good to know," Blaise rolled his eyes. "How much longer do you think we can not speak in English before Sailor loses it?"

"Not long," I grinned. "He's getting that crazed look."

"Good god, speak a language we can all understand!" Sailor suddenly shouted. Blaise and I shared incredulous looks before staring at the Gryffindor.

"One, that was horrible pronunciation. Two, what the hell?" Blaise asked, a shocked look on his face. I was sure my expression was no different.

"I looked it up," Sailor grumbled. "So I can yell at you guys when you're being inconsiderate assholes who can't bother to speak English."

"We don't do that!" I scoffed. Sailor gave me a look. "What?"

"Yes you do," Sailor grinned after a moment. "Never mind. We're out of watermelon," he sighed.

"Have we bonded as siblings?" I asked, stacking the bowls and flicking my wand in their direction. They vanished. This was our tradition. It was rare that the house elves would send up watermelon with a feast. Every time they did so, Blaise, Sailor, and I would steal a bowl and find somewhere to eat the watermelon in the castle. Sailor's dad used to try and teach us all how to spit watermelon seeds, the activity obviously stuck with us. Sailor was always the best at it.

"No more then usual," Blaise shrugged.

"You're cheery," I stuck my tongue out at him. "I would think you'd be a little happier, considering you're actually dating someone now!"

"Ha ha," he smirked slightly. "You're hilarious Lex."

"Oh yeah, she's a regular comedian," a disgruntled voice came from down the hall. Rae was stomping towards us, looking upset and flustered.

"Hey, aren't you the one who's dating my brother?" I asked her innocently. Blaise hit me lightly over the back of the head. I pretended to be hurt, turning to pout at him. "You're not supposed to hit a girl," I accused pointedly.

"You're not a girl, you're my sister," he countered.

"Oh yeah, that made sense. Good one," Sailor muttered. "Since you're both being rude; hi Rae!"

"I'm used to it," Rae smirked. "Hey Gryffindork. I'm obligated to call you that, sorry."

"I'm used to it," Sailor shrugged.

Rae smirked again before whirling towards me, regaining her angry and bothered expression. "I've been looking everywhere for you guys! I finally gave up and went to the Great Hall. But then I found Parkinson trying to seduce Malfoy by sexily eating watermelon. How that is possible, we all have yet to know. It's a horrific sight. Anyway, I remembered your weird watermelon thing, so I came looking for you again. Which is why I'm here, finally giving you this that I was supposed to deliver an hour ago," as her monologue concluded, she presented me with a scroll of paper.

"Thanks," I couldn't think of a better reply after that explanation. I pocketed the scroll quickly.

"You're not going to read it?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," I said simply. I didn't explain further.

After a strange look, Rae shrugged. "Alright then. I've done my duty as a messenger. Hi!" she had turned attention to Blaise, grinning as she settled into his lap.

"Wow, I didn't get a 'hi'," I grumbled, loud enough for everyone to hear. "I got anger and a stupid scroll. Blaise gets an actual greeting? I see how it is. You're abusing my friendship to get to my twin, right?"

"Yep. Good job Lex, you're a detective," Rae agreed dryly.

"Knew it," I grinned. Rae shrugged, turning her attention towards falling into a full on make out session with Blaise. After I shared a glance with Sailor, we both started hacking and coughing obnoxiously, rolling across the floor in dramatic angst.

"Oh, come on, it's not like you've never done it," Rae resurfaced to snap at us. Sailor cleared his throat loudly. "Seriously?" Rae scoffed at him. "You're thirteen, related to Slytherins, and you haven't kissed a girl yet?"

"Just because I'm related to Slytherins doesn't mean I am one," Sailor claimed evenly. "All the other houses aren't as loose as yours is."

"Hey," Rae pointed at him accusingly. "Slytherins aren't 'loose'. We're comfortable with supporting that aspect of our stereotype."

"Use as many big words as you want, it doesn't make it any better," Sailor shrugged.

"Twit," Rae grumbled.

I snorted, getting to my feet. "Well. As interesting as you all are, I have to be going. I have to go stress over my sort of finished Arithmancy homework in the classroom until Vector takes pity on me and ends up giving me a few answers."

"Do you ever actually do your homework?" Blaise sneered, scoffing at me with a small grin on his face.

"Hey, you weren't smart like me. If you got the teachers to think you're a good student in the first few years, you're golden from then on," I shot him a thumbs up. "You started off low with the intentions of working your way up. Which never go well. To think, you call yourself a Slytherin," I waved a dismissive hand in his direction. Not really wanting to hear his reply, I spun around and skipped away from them down the hall.

I did go to Vector's classroom, but I was counting on her not being there yet. Thankfully, my hopes were correct. The room was empty, leaving me to plop down in my normal seat and pull the scroll from my pocket. Ripping it open, I unrolled it and scanned Dumbledore's slanted writing.

Alexa -

In advance, I offer you my sincere apologies. In continuation of our lessons, I would like you to make the trip towards my office at 2AM this evening.

I give you one reminder: clear your mind.

I shall see you this evening.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Well that was just peachy. I entertained myself for the next four minutes by ripping the paper into the smallest pieces I could manage. When I'd finished, I had myself a little pile of confetti. Staring at it hatefully for a few minutes, I finally pulled out my wand and flicked it dully towards the pile. It exploded into a little burst of fire, burning the little pile of paper easily.

Turns out, I accidentally scorched the table. Not just a little scorching. Like a huge black mark. The 'impossible to hide' kind of mark. Grimacing, I plopped my bag over the spot and leaned back, feigning innocence as the classroom door opened. I expected Vector to appear, but was surprised to see Hermione enter the classroom.

"Oh good, it's you," I sighed, pulling my bag quickly off the table. It was starting to smoke slightly. I patted it down quickly before casting a cooling spell over the scorch mark.

"What are you doing?" Hermione looked amused and confused, rolling her eyes at my antics.

"Burning holes in the table. Obviously," I drawled, flicking at the little pieces of ash that were fluttering around the air in front of me.

"Well, as long as you're not defacing school property," Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat next to me.

"Ooh, do I sense sarcasm? I'm corrupting you," I grinned at her before turning my focus back towards the table. "Think I could just play innocent and pretend it was already here?"

"No," Hermione had her nose buried in a book already, pointedly ignoring me.

"Hey, you're here too. The blame falls on both of us."

"I'm a trustworthy Gryffindor."

"I hate that you're right," I grumbled, dragging myself to my feet and rounding the desk. I pointed my wand at the desk, shrinking it down until it was about the size of my pinky finger. I put it in my pocket. When Hermione glanced at me with a condescending expression, I nodded seriously. "Hey, you never know when you're going to need a damaged table, right?"

"I'd never thought about it," she sniffed, returning to her book.

"That's weird," I scoffed, duplicating another table and directing it to the empty spot. "There. Good as new," I sat down in my chair again, patting the new table fondly. "Nobody will ever know," I smiled widely at her. Hermione rolled her eyes in reply. "Well. Someone's surly," I gestured to her obnoxiously, leaning back in my chair and kicking my feet up against the table.

"We're not going to the library after class," she announced abruptly, snapping her book shut.

"Oh. Okay then. What are you-"

"We're," she emphasized my inclusion in this development, "going to talk. Some place where nobody has any chance to overhear."

"Uh, alright. Do you have a dirty secret that you must tell your Slytherin confident? For my expect advice?"

"You're so annoying," she grinned anyway.

"I try for that, actually," I shot her a thumbs up, just as class began by the rest of the class filing in. My curiosity was shoved to the side of my brain as class started, considering that Professor Vector decided to spring a whole new mathematical angle to add to our number charts. I was surprised I wasn't holding a handful of my own hair by the time class ended, I'd been playing with it in agitation enough.

"Honestly, it's not that hard," Hermione was insisting. We were walking down the hall after class ended, both of us still holding a multitude of charts and supporting Numerology and Grammatica between us.

I gave her a sidelong look. "Don't say that. I may hurt you."

She scoffed, pointing out a list of numbers. "Look, you just have to match that on your number chart, use the new formula, and you have your answer. All the numbers are right there in front of you."

"Doesn't mean I know which numbers to use," I grumbled. "Why are we still on the seventh floor, anyway?"

"We're going to talk," Hermione replied, as if this was obvious. When I remained blankly silent, she sighed. "Room of Requirement."

"Oh! Good thinking," I exclaimed. "Anyway..." I returned to looking through the number charts without really understanding anything. "Ever get to the point where you wonder if you're just looking at all this crap upside-down?" I muttered, flipping back and forth between two different lists of information.

"Not really," Hermione replied. I could hear her eye roll.

"You could've humored me there. Really," I sighed, scrunching up my face in irritation. We were one corner away from the Room of Requirement, but someone else rounded it first. I barely had time to think about the unavoidable collision before it happened, sending all of us towards the floor.

"Bloody hell-" the unexpected arrival complained angrily.

From my sprawled position on the ground, I watched number charts flutter through the air, landing haphazardly all around us. "Those were in order!" I screamed at Draco, who looked both angry and taken aback at the pair he had ran into.

"Were they numbered?" he smirked.

Ha ha. Number charts. He's freaking hilarious.

"What are you doing up here?" I demanded instead of continuing the oh so witty banter. For some reason, he was already standing again. Prat. I had a wave of nervousness, considering that this was the closest I'd been to him outside of the classroom since our nighttime encounter. I shoved the feeling aside, if only to save myself from blushing. That would've been nicely humiliating.

"I could ask you the same question," he retorted, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Your girlfriend has taken to prowling the library in search of guys to entertain herself with. Are you not enough to satisfy her?" I drawled, pushing myself upright.

"Who?" he looked momentarily confused.

"Lost track already? Parkinson, duh," I couldn't contain a slight smirk as I waited for his replying scowl.

"We had the Parkinson conversation, Lex. Or have you forgotten?" his expression wasn't what I hoped to get, but remained even and slightly challenging. I did remember, and nearly faltered under the memory of our conversation by the lake. "You haven't answered the question," he continued, saving me from having to reply.

"I thought that was enough. I can't stand the library with her in it. She simpers. It's very distracting. The Room of Requirement is the only other easily accessible location in the school that provides books. Hence, our presence here on the seventh floor. What's your excuse?"

"As much as I'd love to tell you," he drawled sarcastically. "It is definitely none of Granger's business, nor is it really yours. Isn't that right Granger?" he sneered at Hermione, who just stared at him with a hard expression. I did notice her keeping close to the wall, keeping a good distance between herself and Draco.

He didn't call her a mudblood. Vaguely, I wondered why. Was it because of me? I didn't comment, summoning my now messed up number charts towards me. "You're an ass. Ever hear that? Anyway, we must be off. Because I have no idea what any of this crap means," I shook my random handful of parchment at him. "And you're intent on continuing on with these ridiculously frequent Quidditch practices."

"You know, there's a time that you've got to just let that go," Draco grumbled.

"Why would I? I can technically blame you if I fail everything this year, so I'm sticking with it," I nodded seriously at him before grabbing Hermione and pulling her around him and down the hall. I didn't look back to see his expression.

Once we were down the hall and out of earshot, Hermione looked at me with an actual patronizing expression on her face. "Alexa," she began, with an air that suggested an intervention.

"What?" I defended, surprised by her tone.

"You are aware that we're going to have to have a Draco Malfoy conversation, right?"

"What are you, my therapist?" I scoffed quietly. "What are you talking about, anyway?"

"How about the fact that you're openly flirting with him?"

"I am not."

"See? You don't even notice. Also, he calls you Lex now?"

Damn. I couldn't think of a response, so I just awkwardly fidgeted while she paced in front of the blank wall. After a minute, the door appeared there, leading us into a cute little study room with books piled haphazardly against every corner. "I thought you were going to talk," I finally muttered, much too late.

"Yeah," she fell into an armchair, dropping her bag unceremoniously on the ground. "You know Slughorn's Christmas party?"

"Uh, not really?" I frowned. "Is this a Slug Club thing?"

She nodded. "I can't believe you don't know about it. Isn't your brother in the Slug Club?"

"I think you just answered your own question. My brother is in the Slug Club, therefore I choose to know nothing about this. What about a Christmas party?"

She sighed, looking exasperated. "Well, we're all meant to bring someone. I was going to bring Ron-"

"But now that he's taking every opportunity to suck face with your excruciatingly obnoxious housemate, that's not working out so well?" I supplied as the conclusion to her sentence. Hermione tilted her head in an angry affirmative. "I could try and set you up with a Slytherin if you wanted," I smirked at her, rubbing my hands together in an exaggeratedly maniacal fashion.

"I'll pass," Hermione grimaced. "Though it would annoy him to no end."

"Oh. Wow. You're trying to make him jealous now? Are you sure he's worth it? I mean, come on. He's a Weasley," I scrunched up my face in disgust.

"He's my friend," she frowned.

"If we're taking the past week as proof of that, I'd hate to know your definition of friendship," I raised an eyebrow. Hermione just continued to look upset. "Sorry. I'm pretty much legally obligated to hate him. Anyway," I flopped into my chair, directing my eyes towards the ceiling to think. "Well, if a Slytherin won't do it, you've got a problem on your hands. Who does he really dislike in your house?"

"I was thinking Cormac McLaggen," she admitted quietly.

I choked on air, lurching upright to stare at her. "No way. Seriously? He's so disgusting. He used to stalk Daphne Greengrass. I was the lucky Prefect who got sent to yell at him every time he got close to the Slytherin common room. I finally forced Draco to come with me and intimidate him away, but the whole ordeal was awful."

Hermione groaned. "I can't think of anyone else! I considered Zacharias Smith, but I think McLaggen would really make Ron more upset."

"Hell, it's your date," I held my hands up, shrugging. "Smith is a Hufflepuff though, so that puts him as a last resort in my book. Though against McLaggen, I may have to rethink...you're just lucky in the romance department, aren't you?" I mocked her, snickering.

"Look who's talking," she retorted instantly. I shut up, grimacing at her. "Are you going to tell me what happened in the Potions storeroom yesterday?" she referred to my stressed conversation with Draco against the shelves of the cupboard.

"Oh," I waved that off, frowning. "That was because I was avoiding him because he decided to kiss me on top of the Astronomy Tower. The really interesting development is that if Draco didn't have a shred of respect in him, we would've ended up shagging last night."

"My issues suddenly seem so boring," Hermione looked shocked, even slightly amused at my dull tone. "I'm surprised to hear that he has any respect at all."

"Like I said before, he's not as evil as everyone makes him out to be," I shrugged. "It's rather a good thing actually, because he woke me up in the middle of the night and pretty much went insane," I trailed off there, not really wanting to continue. Mostly because reliving the memory wasn't something I could handle at that moment. Also, because I had a mind-reading lesson that evening. This wasn't the best thing to have floating around my head.

Hermione bit her lip. "So, I'm pretty much obligated to ask," she began slowly, appearing to ponder the words as she spoke them. I waited. "Is he as good a kisser as everyone says?"

Apparently my blush was all she needed, because she burst out laughing.

"Alright then. Shall we keep working on Arithmancy now?"

I was a little too eager to agree.

:D Looks like things are getting quite interesting for Alexa and Draco! Please send me a lovely review, if you feel so inclined. Every one makes my day, all of your encouragement inspires me to write faster :)