Chapter Three.
The next morning at breakfast, all the Year 13s talked about the night before. "You missed some grand stuff at the end, Malfoy," said one Slytherin. "Oh yeah, what?" "Well Dumbledore created some live bats and they flew up into the air and spelt out 'Happy Halloween'." "Cool." He went back to his cereal. "That's not all," said Crabbe, with a mouthful of toast. "Oh aye." "After you went, Dumbledore did a firework display, just as the clocks struck midnight!" Malfoy thought that he'd heard the fireworks in his head. He remembered the kiss. It happened just as the clocks chimed midnight. The kiss!?! Orienne! She was sat, head down, at the Hufflepuff table, blonde hair scraped back into a tight bun. She looked tired, from what Malfoy could see. She didn't look at him for the whole of breakfast. Malfoy felt worried. Worried that last night was a huge mistake. Worried that she was just using him until someone else came along. Worried that she hated him. Worried that their friendship was over. It made him feel sick. Crabbe nudged him in the ribs and brought his mind back to earth. The first Quidditch match of the season started in one hour. Gryffindor, with bloody Potter, versus Ravenclaw. Malfoy was glad that he had given up the game after a horrific fall broke his leg 2 years before. It put him straight off flying for 4 months. He'd given up his position as seeker, to a young Slytherin girl, called Misty Aragon. She was more than a match to Potter and co. It just meant that he could concentrate on his work. The match was exciting, but Potter caught the Snitch and Griffindor won by 190 to 150.
The next few weeks Malfoy was too busy to sleep, never mind speak to Orienne about Halloween night. Plus DADA was now unpleasantly vile, as his mother had split the class into three groups. She was giving them tons of work to do and was tougher than Snape! Still, he had to look on the bright side, Christmas was approaching and the next Hogsmeade visit was near. He had many presents to buy. He might even splash out on a necklace or something for Orienne, just to show that he liked her and wanted her to be friends with him. He was walking to Charms; books held under one arm, on the Monday before the next Hogsmeade visit. He was whistling a little tune that he had made up before breakfast and was in a little world of his own. He felt someone shove past him in a hurry and knock his books onto the floor. He turned around sharply, to yell at the person. It was Orienne. "Sorry, Draco. I was, I mean, I am late. Nice seeing you, it's been ages. Meet me at the owlry tomorrow night at 8pm. Sorry again." She sped off around a corner, leaving Malfoy stood, parchment scattered all over the floor, looking baffled. He picked up his stuff and walked to Charms, shaking his head with bewilderment.
The next morning Crabbe was complaining even more about Hermione. The class had been regrouped in Transfiguration and Crabbe was stuck in a group full of Gryffindors. It was worse for Malfoy, though. He was stuck with Potter and Weasley! Apparently she had been chatting to him non-stop and was making a pass at him. Malfoy found it very hard to believe. On and on he went for half an hour, about how she looked ugly, was a mega swot, and was friends with Potter and Weasley. After a while he got bored of listening to him and began planning his meeting with Orienne that evening. He decided to take her from the owlry as soon as she got there, to one of the rooms in the dungeon. He would put her favourite CD on and conjure up some pizza or junk food of that description. Then they could sit and chat in the firelight on one of those old sofas that was kept in storage down there. Nothing too flashy, like a candlelit dinner. That would be too much and would scare her off. He decided to as Snape's permission though first. He didn't want to miss the Hogsmeade visit!
The day seemed to drag on and finally Potions finished. Granger had wound him up really bad that lesson, asking about who he was buying Christmas presents for and what they'd be. 'Sounds like she wants ME to get HER one!' he thought. At the end off class, he walked up to Snape and asked his permission. It was granted and Malfoy set off to begin his preparation straight away. It was almost eight and he was about to set off for the Owlry. He bid goodnight to his mates and left, saying that he might want a chat later on that night. They seemed too interested to notice that he'd gone. It was chilly outside and he pulled his robes tighter around him, as he hadn't bothered getting changed into his jeans and sweaters. He stood at the door of the Owlry willing her to hurry up, as it was nearly 5 past 8! Then he saw her running through the courtyard towards him, cheeks flushed with running. "I'm here!" she puffed when she got close to him. He waited till she had caught her breath before telling her that he was taking her somewhere.
He led her down to the dungeon, ignoring her questions the whole while. Twisting and turning through the dimly lit corridors and down a flight of stairs until they reached the dungeons. Malfoy led her to a doorway and turned the handle. The door scraped open to reveal a room lit by firelight. The room was empty apart from a battered looking sofa and a small table. On it two plates and matching goblets stood empty, waiting for Draco to fill them. Before letting her enter, or even peek in, he pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation. Music promptly began to play. He turned around to look at Orienne's confused face and whispered, "This is for you."
He led her in by the hand and sat her down on the sofa. "Drink?" he asked. "Sure, a butterbeer would be nice." Malfoy waved his wand and immediately the goblets were filled with butterbeer. Orienne tentatively picked up a goblet and took a sip, then placed it down on the table. "Draco, what's all this about? I only wanted to chat, not be pampered. Why all this?" She looked confused about all the time he had taken to get the room prepared. "I wanted to show you that I care for you and only hope that we are still good friends, especially after Halloween night. It was wrong of me to." She put her hand to his face, gesturing for him to shut up. "It's ok! That's what I wanted us to talk about tonight," she shivered. The fire had died and the room was filled with frozen air. She looked over at the hearth and with a flash of her eyes flames began to dance merrily. "How did you.?" "I'm an Elemental, silly. It's one of my more exclusive features. You forget, I have vast power over the four Elements. You know, Fire, Water, Earth and Air?" She smiled into the goblet, as she picked it up once more. "Never mind that, we need to talk about us. I need to know what our situation is. I need to know how you feel about me, about us, about the kiss." Malfoy opened his eyes wide, as if he was trying to figure out the problem in his head, right there and then. "Well, err, gosh Orienne. I really, really like you, I mean, not just as a friend either. It's more to me than just a friendship now. After Halloween I didn't know what to say to you in case it was all a mistake. I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't know where I stood. I'd love our friendship to be more, but if you don't want it I'll just." She put one finger to his mouth. "Shh. I feel exactly the same. I was scared. Scared that you was just using me. Scared that you felt nothing. Don't say anything. I know I was stupid, but I know of a way that we can out it all behind us." Orienne moved closer to him on the sofa and put her arms around his neck. Silently she turned his head to face her and lent forward, placing a passionate kiss on his soft pink lips. "Wow, Orienne. I take it that we are, like." He did not manage to finish the sentence as Orienne was kissing him fervently on his face. She moved one hand onto his leg and whispered into his ear, "Yes Draco, I'm your new girlfriend." They smiled at each other, then began to kiss intensely. Draco's hand moved from her tiny waist to her blue tinged thigh as they lay back onto the sofa, sensuously kissing each other. The fire burst into a blaze of passion and heat.
He walked her to her bedroom door at 11.30pm. It had been a fantastic evening. They kissed for ages, then sat and ate, then talked whilst holding each other in their arms. He felt so honoured to be Orienne's boyfriend. He was so happy. He climbed the stairs to the Slytherin common room and up to Goyle's room. He wanted to tell him the good news straight away. He didn't think to knock on the door as he walked in. Perhaps he should have done, as what he saw made his stomach churn. Goyle was making love with a girl, whose identity he couldn't see. He was naked on top of her and all he could see of the girl was her legs locked around Goyle's back. He was grunting and she was moaning and squealing loudly. The bed was banging against the wall. It was the noise that he heard every night. It seemed like they were nearly done. Malfoy couldn't bring himself to watch. It wade him feel ill. After a screaming finish, Goyle rolled off the girl, who sat up and sorted her nightdress out. She kissed him on the cheek and turned to look at the door. Malfoy was gobsmacked. The girl was not Anya, Goyle's actual girlfriend. It was Hermione.
The next morning at breakfast, all the Year 13s talked about the night before. "You missed some grand stuff at the end, Malfoy," said one Slytherin. "Oh yeah, what?" "Well Dumbledore created some live bats and they flew up into the air and spelt out 'Happy Halloween'." "Cool." He went back to his cereal. "That's not all," said Crabbe, with a mouthful of toast. "Oh aye." "After you went, Dumbledore did a firework display, just as the clocks struck midnight!" Malfoy thought that he'd heard the fireworks in his head. He remembered the kiss. It happened just as the clocks chimed midnight. The kiss!?! Orienne! She was sat, head down, at the Hufflepuff table, blonde hair scraped back into a tight bun. She looked tired, from what Malfoy could see. She didn't look at him for the whole of breakfast. Malfoy felt worried. Worried that last night was a huge mistake. Worried that she was just using him until someone else came along. Worried that she hated him. Worried that their friendship was over. It made him feel sick. Crabbe nudged him in the ribs and brought his mind back to earth. The first Quidditch match of the season started in one hour. Gryffindor, with bloody Potter, versus Ravenclaw. Malfoy was glad that he had given up the game after a horrific fall broke his leg 2 years before. It put him straight off flying for 4 months. He'd given up his position as seeker, to a young Slytherin girl, called Misty Aragon. She was more than a match to Potter and co. It just meant that he could concentrate on his work. The match was exciting, but Potter caught the Snitch and Griffindor won by 190 to 150.
The next few weeks Malfoy was too busy to sleep, never mind speak to Orienne about Halloween night. Plus DADA was now unpleasantly vile, as his mother had split the class into three groups. She was giving them tons of work to do and was tougher than Snape! Still, he had to look on the bright side, Christmas was approaching and the next Hogsmeade visit was near. He had many presents to buy. He might even splash out on a necklace or something for Orienne, just to show that he liked her and wanted her to be friends with him. He was walking to Charms; books held under one arm, on the Monday before the next Hogsmeade visit. He was whistling a little tune that he had made up before breakfast and was in a little world of his own. He felt someone shove past him in a hurry and knock his books onto the floor. He turned around sharply, to yell at the person. It was Orienne. "Sorry, Draco. I was, I mean, I am late. Nice seeing you, it's been ages. Meet me at the owlry tomorrow night at 8pm. Sorry again." She sped off around a corner, leaving Malfoy stood, parchment scattered all over the floor, looking baffled. He picked up his stuff and walked to Charms, shaking his head with bewilderment.
The next morning Crabbe was complaining even more about Hermione. The class had been regrouped in Transfiguration and Crabbe was stuck in a group full of Gryffindors. It was worse for Malfoy, though. He was stuck with Potter and Weasley! Apparently she had been chatting to him non-stop and was making a pass at him. Malfoy found it very hard to believe. On and on he went for half an hour, about how she looked ugly, was a mega swot, and was friends with Potter and Weasley. After a while he got bored of listening to him and began planning his meeting with Orienne that evening. He decided to take her from the owlry as soon as she got there, to one of the rooms in the dungeon. He would put her favourite CD on and conjure up some pizza or junk food of that description. Then they could sit and chat in the firelight on one of those old sofas that was kept in storage down there. Nothing too flashy, like a candlelit dinner. That would be too much and would scare her off. He decided to as Snape's permission though first. He didn't want to miss the Hogsmeade visit!
The day seemed to drag on and finally Potions finished. Granger had wound him up really bad that lesson, asking about who he was buying Christmas presents for and what they'd be. 'Sounds like she wants ME to get HER one!' he thought. At the end off class, he walked up to Snape and asked his permission. It was granted and Malfoy set off to begin his preparation straight away. It was almost eight and he was about to set off for the Owlry. He bid goodnight to his mates and left, saying that he might want a chat later on that night. They seemed too interested to notice that he'd gone. It was chilly outside and he pulled his robes tighter around him, as he hadn't bothered getting changed into his jeans and sweaters. He stood at the door of the Owlry willing her to hurry up, as it was nearly 5 past 8! Then he saw her running through the courtyard towards him, cheeks flushed with running. "I'm here!" she puffed when she got close to him. He waited till she had caught her breath before telling her that he was taking her somewhere.
He led her down to the dungeon, ignoring her questions the whole while. Twisting and turning through the dimly lit corridors and down a flight of stairs until they reached the dungeons. Malfoy led her to a doorway and turned the handle. The door scraped open to reveal a room lit by firelight. The room was empty apart from a battered looking sofa and a small table. On it two plates and matching goblets stood empty, waiting for Draco to fill them. Before letting her enter, or even peek in, he pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation. Music promptly began to play. He turned around to look at Orienne's confused face and whispered, "This is for you."
He led her in by the hand and sat her down on the sofa. "Drink?" he asked. "Sure, a butterbeer would be nice." Malfoy waved his wand and immediately the goblets were filled with butterbeer. Orienne tentatively picked up a goblet and took a sip, then placed it down on the table. "Draco, what's all this about? I only wanted to chat, not be pampered. Why all this?" She looked confused about all the time he had taken to get the room prepared. "I wanted to show you that I care for you and only hope that we are still good friends, especially after Halloween night. It was wrong of me to." She put her hand to his face, gesturing for him to shut up. "It's ok! That's what I wanted us to talk about tonight," she shivered. The fire had died and the room was filled with frozen air. She looked over at the hearth and with a flash of her eyes flames began to dance merrily. "How did you.?" "I'm an Elemental, silly. It's one of my more exclusive features. You forget, I have vast power over the four Elements. You know, Fire, Water, Earth and Air?" She smiled into the goblet, as she picked it up once more. "Never mind that, we need to talk about us. I need to know what our situation is. I need to know how you feel about me, about us, about the kiss." Malfoy opened his eyes wide, as if he was trying to figure out the problem in his head, right there and then. "Well, err, gosh Orienne. I really, really like you, I mean, not just as a friend either. It's more to me than just a friendship now. After Halloween I didn't know what to say to you in case it was all a mistake. I didn't want you to hate me. I didn't know where I stood. I'd love our friendship to be more, but if you don't want it I'll just." She put one finger to his mouth. "Shh. I feel exactly the same. I was scared. Scared that you was just using me. Scared that you felt nothing. Don't say anything. I know I was stupid, but I know of a way that we can out it all behind us." Orienne moved closer to him on the sofa and put her arms around his neck. Silently she turned his head to face her and lent forward, placing a passionate kiss on his soft pink lips. "Wow, Orienne. I take it that we are, like." He did not manage to finish the sentence as Orienne was kissing him fervently on his face. She moved one hand onto his leg and whispered into his ear, "Yes Draco, I'm your new girlfriend." They smiled at each other, then began to kiss intensely. Draco's hand moved from her tiny waist to her blue tinged thigh as they lay back onto the sofa, sensuously kissing each other. The fire burst into a blaze of passion and heat.
He walked her to her bedroom door at 11.30pm. It had been a fantastic evening. They kissed for ages, then sat and ate, then talked whilst holding each other in their arms. He felt so honoured to be Orienne's boyfriend. He was so happy. He climbed the stairs to the Slytherin common room and up to Goyle's room. He wanted to tell him the good news straight away. He didn't think to knock on the door as he walked in. Perhaps he should have done, as what he saw made his stomach churn. Goyle was making love with a girl, whose identity he couldn't see. He was naked on top of her and all he could see of the girl was her legs locked around Goyle's back. He was grunting and she was moaning and squealing loudly. The bed was banging against the wall. It was the noise that he heard every night. It seemed like they were nearly done. Malfoy couldn't bring himself to watch. It wade him feel ill. After a screaming finish, Goyle rolled off the girl, who sat up and sorted her nightdress out. She kissed him on the cheek and turned to look at the door. Malfoy was gobsmacked. The girl was not Anya, Goyle's actual girlfriend. It was Hermione.