Sixteen Candles - Chapter Fourteen
Draco and I sat across from each other in the large room, my cheeks flushed slightly from Draco's admitting I wasn't nearly as virgin as I was back home.
Hell, back home I hadn't even been kissed yet.
"So I actually… did… it … with someone?" I shook my head, "I didn't know I had to balls to do such a thing… especially at sixteen."
Draco shook his head, "You were fifteen."
"Fifteen then," I sighed, "How long ago?"
He thought for a moment, "I really should know this… It was at Hogwarts, spring, so maybe three months ago?"
"My parents don't know, do they?" I asked, suddenly horrified at the idea of them even having an inkling of an idea of what I had done.
Draco laughed, "Hell no, you have nothing to worry about there. I'm the only one who knows, not even Ron does. You actually cheated on Hermione as well – of course, this was when you two first started dating, so you weren't quite as devoted…" his voice trailed off, "Well, as devoted as you were two days ago."
I chuckled, "This is just too weird, honestly. I do have another question though."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Ask anything."
"Why did you come with Snape yesterday?"
It was an oddball question, yes, but it was something that had been bothering me since I had first saw the two together.
He grinned, "He's Mum's boyfriend, and also a really good friend of your Mum's. He's around here often, so you'll run into him a lot. He's a nice guy, really smart and all of that."
"He is a professor, right?"
Draco nodded, "He was for a while. He works for the Ministry now though, on a million and three committees and all that. Very wealthy man, very prestigious, definitely a force to reckon with."
I nodded, trying to absorb as much information as I could, "It's hard to believe, Snape being a lady's man and friends with my Mum and Dad."
"Oh no, he's not too friendly with your Dad, Harry. Just your Mum, really."
I raised an eyebrow, "That proves things never change."
"Pardon?"
I shook my head, "Never mind. Tell me more about this life – things my parents wouldn't know."
He grinned, "It's strange to hear you refer to this as 'this life', as if you've been reincarnated at age sixteen. Things your parents wouldn't know are few and far between, but I'm sure I could think of a few examples."
"They know a lot about me then," I murmured, staring intently on Draco's sharp features, willing him to think harder.
"Yes they do – I know! You curse often, a whole lot more than anyone in our year. You get away with it though – everyone loves you, you being Harry Potter and all. You've also snogged every single sixth year Gryffindor, and only half of them were on dares. Everyone wants to get in your pants to give you a good shag, but you've always been so moral and everything. It was a shock when you finally did lose it – letting that particular person get away with everything and all. I could have easily had a heart attack on the spot."
"How did you find out?" I asked, although I was fairly sure I knew the answer already.
Surprisingly, Draco fidgeted a bit before responding, "We're best friends, Harry. How do you think I found out?"
"True," I shook my head, gathering up the courage to ask more in-depth questions, "So… do you know if I liked it? Or was it one of those 'wish I didn't do it' sort of things?"
Draco smirked, "You most certainly enjoyed it, Harry – you were screaming so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if the entire school heard it."
I wrinkled my nose, "Thanks… I must tell you everything, God. What did you do, listen?"
Draco shook his head, "Not everything, I'll admit. And, to answer your question, I heard you screaming – very loudly, in fact… so loud it hurt."
I sighed, "Wish I could remember. Was it in the dorms, a classroom, where?"
He laughed, "Gryffindor boys dorms – not in your bed though."
I blinked, "Ouch, I feel sorry for the poor bloke who's bed it happened in."
He raised his hand mockingly, "Mine."
My eyes widened, "You're kidding?"
"Nope," Draco shook his head, "My bed."
I cringed, "Well, I apologize for myself… Even though I don't remember it… I apologize."
He smirked, "You have nothing to apologize for, I sort of led you there."
I frowned, confused, "So you were there?"
"Yes."
"You saw the entire thing?"
He paused, trying to think up a suitable answer, "You could say that."
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to picture what had happened, "So… you were in the dorms while me and this bird –"
Draco raised an eyebrow, the ever-present smirk pressing on, "Harry, before you go on, let's get one thing straight. You didn't fuck a girl."
My mouth dropped open and I gaped silently for a moment, "…What?"
He shook his head, "You're not gay, don't worry. You were experimenting – perfectly normal, really. You've enjoyed snogging enough girls to prove that fact right there."
I blinked, suddenly putting two and two together, "Draco… who was this guy?"
He leaned forward, chin resting on the back of the chair as his blonde hair fell into his eyes once more.
"I believe you know the answer to that."
Holy SHIT.
Draco and I sat across from each other in the large room, my cheeks flushed slightly from Draco's admitting I wasn't nearly as virgin as I was back home.
Hell, back home I hadn't even been kissed yet.
"So I actually… did… it … with someone?" I shook my head, "I didn't know I had to balls to do such a thing… especially at sixteen."
Draco shook his head, "You were fifteen."
"Fifteen then," I sighed, "How long ago?"
He thought for a moment, "I really should know this… It was at Hogwarts, spring, so maybe three months ago?"
"My parents don't know, do they?" I asked, suddenly horrified at the idea of them even having an inkling of an idea of what I had done.
Draco laughed, "Hell no, you have nothing to worry about there. I'm the only one who knows, not even Ron does. You actually cheated on Hermione as well – of course, this was when you two first started dating, so you weren't quite as devoted…" his voice trailed off, "Well, as devoted as you were two days ago."
I chuckled, "This is just too weird, honestly. I do have another question though."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Ask anything."
"Why did you come with Snape yesterday?"
It was an oddball question, yes, but it was something that had been bothering me since I had first saw the two together.
He grinned, "He's Mum's boyfriend, and also a really good friend of your Mum's. He's around here often, so you'll run into him a lot. He's a nice guy, really smart and all of that."
"He is a professor, right?"
Draco nodded, "He was for a while. He works for the Ministry now though, on a million and three committees and all that. Very wealthy man, very prestigious, definitely a force to reckon with."
I nodded, trying to absorb as much information as I could, "It's hard to believe, Snape being a lady's man and friends with my Mum and Dad."
"Oh no, he's not too friendly with your Dad, Harry. Just your Mum, really."
I raised an eyebrow, "That proves things never change."
"Pardon?"
I shook my head, "Never mind. Tell me more about this life – things my parents wouldn't know."
He grinned, "It's strange to hear you refer to this as 'this life', as if you've been reincarnated at age sixteen. Things your parents wouldn't know are few and far between, but I'm sure I could think of a few examples."
"They know a lot about me then," I murmured, staring intently on Draco's sharp features, willing him to think harder.
"Yes they do – I know! You curse often, a whole lot more than anyone in our year. You get away with it though – everyone loves you, you being Harry Potter and all. You've also snogged every single sixth year Gryffindor, and only half of them were on dares. Everyone wants to get in your pants to give you a good shag, but you've always been so moral and everything. It was a shock when you finally did lose it – letting that particular person get away with everything and all. I could have easily had a heart attack on the spot."
"How did you find out?" I asked, although I was fairly sure I knew the answer already.
Surprisingly, Draco fidgeted a bit before responding, "We're best friends, Harry. How do you think I found out?"
"True," I shook my head, gathering up the courage to ask more in-depth questions, "So… do you know if I liked it? Or was it one of those 'wish I didn't do it' sort of things?"
Draco smirked, "You most certainly enjoyed it, Harry – you were screaming so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if the entire school heard it."
I wrinkled my nose, "Thanks… I must tell you everything, God. What did you do, listen?"
Draco shook his head, "Not everything, I'll admit. And, to answer your question, I heard you screaming – very loudly, in fact… so loud it hurt."
I sighed, "Wish I could remember. Was it in the dorms, a classroom, where?"
He laughed, "Gryffindor boys dorms – not in your bed though."
I blinked, "Ouch, I feel sorry for the poor bloke who's bed it happened in."
He raised his hand mockingly, "Mine."
My eyes widened, "You're kidding?"
"Nope," Draco shook his head, "My bed."
I cringed, "Well, I apologize for myself… Even though I don't remember it… I apologize."
He smirked, "You have nothing to apologize for, I sort of led you there."
I frowned, confused, "So you were there?"
"Yes."
"You saw the entire thing?"
He paused, trying to think up a suitable answer, "You could say that."
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to picture what had happened, "So… you were in the dorms while me and this bird –"
Draco raised an eyebrow, the ever-present smirk pressing on, "Harry, before you go on, let's get one thing straight. You didn't fuck a girl."
My mouth dropped open and I gaped silently for a moment, "…What?"
He shook his head, "You're not gay, don't worry. You were experimenting – perfectly normal, really. You've enjoyed snogging enough girls to prove that fact right there."
I blinked, suddenly putting two and two together, "Draco… who was this guy?"
He leaned forward, chin resting on the back of the chair as his blonde hair fell into his eyes once more.
"I believe you know the answer to that."
Holy SHIT.