(A/N): Sorry it's been a while since I last updatedhristmas is busy, as usual. Please note that the lyrics including in this aren't mine, they're from the song "Wonderwall" by Oasis. IF you guys get the time, look it up, it's a beautiful song. Anyways, please enjoy, happy reading, and don't forget to leave a review! Thanks and happy new year!
Draco laid with his head on my thigh, his eyes closed. My legs and feet were tucked beneath my body. One the sofa beside me were my scattered ink and quills, and my half-written essay was lying across Draco's chest. I knew he was only pretending to be asleep, so I wouldn't tell him to move.
"You're very distracting, you know," I said to him as I scanned a passage of my transfiguration book. He did not move or speak.
"I know you're awake," I said.
Draco opened his eyes and smiled. "Come on love, I'm so tired."
"There's a bed about five feet… er, less than two meters away from you."
"But I'm already so comfortable," he groaned as he stretched his arms behind him.
"You are so spoiled."
"Only because you spoil me."
I rolled my eyes, set my book on Draco's chest, and began writing my essay again. "If I fail my owls," I said as I scribbled, "I'm blaming you."
"But you won't," he replied. "You're too smart for that."
"Flattery will get you nowhere."
Draco took one of my hands and ran his fingers over the black splotches. "So, Pansy really did throw ink on you."
"Yeah," I said, "but it didn't really do much, considering my robes are black."
"Not overly thoughtful on her part." The tone in his voice was almost amused.
"Draco, please get up," I pleaded, contradicting myself by rubbing his scalp.
"I may consider getting up, if you sing to me," he bargained. "Like when I first met you in the dungeon."
"Sing what?"
"One of your strange muggle songs will do," he said, reopening his eyes.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but promise you'll get up after I finish singing."
"I promise, mon amour."
I thought for a moment, and then one of my favorite songs came to mind. I took one of his hands in mine and massaged his fingers as I softly sang.
"Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now."
Draco closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, cuddling closer into me. I stopped singing, wondering if he'd fallen asleep.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked, his voice a sleepy murmur.
"Do you want me to keep singing?"
"Yes, please."
I took a breath, and continued to sing. "Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now."
Still singing, I looked down on Draco. He looked so vulnerable and young with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell evenly, his breath was deep and soft. He was soundly asleep, so I sang in a softer voice. "And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how."
He really was beautiful, inside and ought. Going the entire break without him would be almost unbearable, especially if I was going to spend it with someone as cold Daphne.
"Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall."