Hi ya peoples! Sorry it took so long to get Chapter 6 out. School just started and I've been really busy and I've had writer's block -_-0. Anyway, I hope you guys like Chapter 6, and remember, no reviews, no Chapter 7! ^_^ . So REVIEWS PLEASE!
Chapter 6- MILLIA'S PROOF
Over the next few days, Draco kept asking Millia what she was planning, but she only shook her head and wouldn't say a word.
Draco didn't see Harry all weekend until Monday. Draco had taken off his bandages and did imitations of Harry falling off his broom. He spent their next Potions class doing dementor imitations at Harry until Ron threw a crocodile heart at him, which hit him in the face.
The next day, a surprise awaited him when he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Near the entrance way was a group of first year girls who squealed with delight at the sight of him. One girl fanned her face while another pretended to faint.
"He is sooo hot!" one blond haired girl said. "OK girls, on three. One, two, three."
"We love you Draco!" they yelled. Draco could feel his face getting hot and his mouth drop to the floor. He ran so fast into the Great Hall that he could've broken the record for the world's fastest man. The people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table who were sitting near the door and could hear the girls, sniggered as Draco ran past them and sat down at the Slytherin table. He buried his face in his goblet when the group of girls came in, still staring at him. One black haired girl was so busy staring at him that she crashed into a table.
They sat at the Gryffindor table by Millia, who Draco could see over his goblet, was shaking with silent laughter. A thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. She planned this! he thought, horror struck. So THIS was her way of proving it!
Then, even more so to his horror, the same blond haired girl stood up on her seat. "Attention everyone!" she said, loud enough for the whole hall to go quiet, and the staff table too. The students and teachers looked interested to see what she had to say. "I just wanted to tell everyone that," she motioned to her group of first year girls who stood up and yelled, "We love Draco and think he's hot!"
The whole hall was silent. Then suddenly, everyone broke into laughter. The whole school knew what Draco was like and that any girl who liked him was crazy. Draco looked around and saw students bent over their plates. Some were pounding on the table and clutching their stomachs while others had tears streaming down their face because they were laughing so hard.
Draco's face had turned even hotter. The Slytherins were looking at him and smirking. The teachers had strange looks on their faces, as if somebody was tickling them and they were trying to stop from laughing. Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were dancing and twinkling while his mouth was twitching.
Draco buried his face in his hands, but not before he looked over to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were doubled over and Millia's face was red with laughter. He quickly grabbed his book bag and shot out of the hall like a bullet. He heard the laughter in the hall follow him as he ran out the doors that lead outside. he leaned against the wall, gasping. He heard the front doors open and saw Millia standing there, grinning at him. She walked over to him.
He got away from the wall and advanced on her. "Millia Jeice," he growled. "I could kill you right now," he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. She looked a little scared as she stared into his eyes. He pressed his mouth against hers, grinding her teeth in her lower lip. She could taste a bit of blood. He pulled away from her, gasping. "You make me crazy," he said between breaths of air. Then he saw the little bit of blood on her lower lip from his brutal kiss. He brushed away the blood, his insides tore when she flinched at his touch.
"I hurt you," he said softly. She nodded, still looking scared. With a groan he grabbed her and hugged her, careful to be gentle, not wanting to scare her any more. "I'm so sorry," he said, burying his face in her hair. He felt her arms snake around his waist.
"I forgive you," she said, her voice muffled. This is all my fault. I made you angry. I'm so sorry. It seemed like such a funny thing at the time. I never thought that you'd be angry. I'm sorry, Draco."
He hugged her closer, brushing his lips against her forehead. "Don't be. I was the one that lost my temper," he pulled away from her and looked into her wide blue eyes. He bent down and gave her a deep kiss, full of tenderness and love. His heart seemed to melt with the rest of his insides when she pulled him closer. "You drive me crazy, Millia Jeice," he moaned.
She pulled back and looked up at him, an uncertain smile on her lips. "You make me want to do crazy things."
He gave a short laugh. "And you're very good at it, too."
She laughed. Draco felt relief flow through his body that she wasn't scared of. . .HIM anymore, Draco thought with a gulp.
"Thank you," she said still laughing.
He smiled at her. She gave him a hug, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. "I suppose I should tell the girls to leave you alone now," she said.
"What more harm were they going to do?" Draco asked, holding her close.
"They were going to bother you all day," Millia said simply.
He pulled her away, looking her in the eye. "What?" he exclaimed. Then he saw the same fear in her eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, Millia," he said gently. "I won't hurt you like that again." She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Draco had captured her mouth with his own.
"You're going to make us late for our classes," Millia put in between his kisses.
Draco sighed. "Is that all you can think about?"
She grinned. "Yep."
Draco let her go. "If we had the whole day off, I'd be kissing you."
"Is that all you can think about is kissing me?" Millia quirked an eyebrow.
Draco pulled her close again. "It's all I CAN think about when I'm around you."
Millia giggled and pushed her away. "Yeah, I can tell." She took his hand and led him to the castle doors.
Draco was extremely glad that Millia had told the girls to leave him alone, though he had to deal with a lot of taunting from the other students.
"We love you, Draco," Harry said in mock sweetness and batting his eyelashes.
Draco would've leapt on him if Professor Lupin wasn't in the hall. Instead, Draco just had to settle in walking away amid giggles and sniggers.
Professor Snape (or is it McGonagall?) came around taking down names of who was staying and who was going home for the holidays. Draco immediately signed down for staying at Hogwarts because Millia had told him that her parents were going to Rome for Christmas and she wanted to stay at Hogwarts. There was to be another Hogsmeade visit on the last weekend of term. Great! Draco thought. I can get her Christmas presents there.
It was snowing on the morning of their Hogsmeade visit. The shops were covered in snow with some light peeking through from the windows. Draco was covered up in a heavy cloak and an extremely warm scarf, but nevertheless, he was still cold. He entered the wizarding shop (I forgot what it was called and I was too lazy to go and get the third book and find out) and examined each item in the shop, trying to figure out what he should get Millia. After about 30 minutes, he had to pick something out because Crabbe and Goyle were getting impatient to go and have a drink at the Three Broomsticks. The witch at the counter wrapped up Draco's purchases and they were on their way to the Three Broomsticks.
A gust of wind greeted Draco as he opened the door to go outside. It was still snowing. Draco wrapped his scarf closer and made his way to the Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosemerta was sitting at a table with Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Cornelius Fudge, the head of the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Flitwick (was there another professor there?). They seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Draco lead Crabbe and Goyle over to a table by the fireplace. He peered at the Christmas tree that was by a corner and saw an empty table hidden behind it. Strange, Draco thought.
"May I get you boys anything?" Madame Rosemerta asked, peering down at them.
"Three butterbeers," Draco said, not taking his eyes away from the empty table. He heard Madame Rosemerta walk away.
"What did your dad say about your arm?" Crabbe asked.
Draco grinned. "He complained to the School Council. He said that they're going to execute that oaf's hippogriff." It was true. Draco's father had gone to the School Council and complained about Draco's arm and how much damage and pain the injury had caused Draco. Draco was delighted to hear that the damn hippogriff was going to die (cruel isn't he?).
Crabbe and Goyle smirked.
"You going home for the holidays?" Goyle grunted.
Draco shook his head. "Nah. I'm going to stay here and- uh- keep Potter company."
"We'll stay too," Goyle said.
"No. Just go home. I can handle Potter," Draco said quickly.
Crabbe gave Draco that strange look that was becoming all too familiar. "All right. You've been acting strange."
"How so?" Draco took a drink of butterbeer.
Crabbe shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well, we better head back," Draco said, standing up so fast he almost knocked his chair over. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other; shrugged and stood up too. They pulled their cloaks closer to their body as they went outside. They started up the twisting path to Hogwarts.
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Yeah I know, it was a REALLY short chapter compared to my other ones. I just wanted to get it done because I haven't added any chapters in a while. Well anyways, REVIEWS PLEASE because next chapter is going to be Draco's and Millia's Christmas day together!!! And remember fans, no reviews, no chapter 7 ^_^!!!
Chapter 6- MILLIA'S PROOF
Over the next few days, Draco kept asking Millia what she was planning, but she only shook her head and wouldn't say a word.
Draco didn't see Harry all weekend until Monday. Draco had taken off his bandages and did imitations of Harry falling off his broom. He spent their next Potions class doing dementor imitations at Harry until Ron threw a crocodile heart at him, which hit him in the face.
The next day, a surprise awaited him when he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Near the entrance way was a group of first year girls who squealed with delight at the sight of him. One girl fanned her face while another pretended to faint.
"He is sooo hot!" one blond haired girl said. "OK girls, on three. One, two, three."
"We love you Draco!" they yelled. Draco could feel his face getting hot and his mouth drop to the floor. He ran so fast into the Great Hall that he could've broken the record for the world's fastest man. The people from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw table who were sitting near the door and could hear the girls, sniggered as Draco ran past them and sat down at the Slytherin table. He buried his face in his goblet when the group of girls came in, still staring at him. One black haired girl was so busy staring at him that she crashed into a table.
They sat at the Gryffindor table by Millia, who Draco could see over his goblet, was shaking with silent laughter. A thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. She planned this! he thought, horror struck. So THIS was her way of proving it!
Then, even more so to his horror, the same blond haired girl stood up on her seat. "Attention everyone!" she said, loud enough for the whole hall to go quiet, and the staff table too. The students and teachers looked interested to see what she had to say. "I just wanted to tell everyone that," she motioned to her group of first year girls who stood up and yelled, "We love Draco and think he's hot!"
The whole hall was silent. Then suddenly, everyone broke into laughter. The whole school knew what Draco was like and that any girl who liked him was crazy. Draco looked around and saw students bent over their plates. Some were pounding on the table and clutching their stomachs while others had tears streaming down their face because they were laughing so hard.
Draco's face had turned even hotter. The Slytherins were looking at him and smirking. The teachers had strange looks on their faces, as if somebody was tickling them and they were trying to stop from laughing. Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes were dancing and twinkling while his mouth was twitching.
Draco buried his face in his hands, but not before he looked over to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were doubled over and Millia's face was red with laughter. He quickly grabbed his book bag and shot out of the hall like a bullet. He heard the laughter in the hall follow him as he ran out the doors that lead outside. he leaned against the wall, gasping. He heard the front doors open and saw Millia standing there, grinning at him. She walked over to him.
He got away from the wall and advanced on her. "Millia Jeice," he growled. "I could kill you right now," he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall. She looked a little scared as she stared into his eyes. He pressed his mouth against hers, grinding her teeth in her lower lip. She could taste a bit of blood. He pulled away from her, gasping. "You make me crazy," he said between breaths of air. Then he saw the little bit of blood on her lower lip from his brutal kiss. He brushed away the blood, his insides tore when she flinched at his touch.
"I hurt you," he said softly. She nodded, still looking scared. With a groan he grabbed her and hugged her, careful to be gentle, not wanting to scare her any more. "I'm so sorry," he said, burying his face in her hair. He felt her arms snake around his waist.
"I forgive you," she said, her voice muffled. This is all my fault. I made you angry. I'm so sorry. It seemed like such a funny thing at the time. I never thought that you'd be angry. I'm sorry, Draco."
He hugged her closer, brushing his lips against her forehead. "Don't be. I was the one that lost my temper," he pulled away from her and looked into her wide blue eyes. He bent down and gave her a deep kiss, full of tenderness and love. His heart seemed to melt with the rest of his insides when she pulled him closer. "You drive me crazy, Millia Jeice," he moaned.
She pulled back and looked up at him, an uncertain smile on her lips. "You make me want to do crazy things."
He gave a short laugh. "And you're very good at it, too."
She laughed. Draco felt relief flow through his body that she wasn't scared of. . .HIM anymore, Draco thought with a gulp.
"Thank you," she said still laughing.
He smiled at her. She gave him a hug, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. "I suppose I should tell the girls to leave you alone now," she said.
"What more harm were they going to do?" Draco asked, holding her close.
"They were going to bother you all day," Millia said simply.
He pulled her away, looking her in the eye. "What?" he exclaimed. Then he saw the same fear in her eyes. "Don't be afraid of me, Millia," he said gently. "I won't hurt you like that again." She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Draco had captured her mouth with his own.
"You're going to make us late for our classes," Millia put in between his kisses.
Draco sighed. "Is that all you can think about?"
She grinned. "Yep."
Draco let her go. "If we had the whole day off, I'd be kissing you."
"Is that all you can think about is kissing me?" Millia quirked an eyebrow.
Draco pulled her close again. "It's all I CAN think about when I'm around you."
Millia giggled and pushed her away. "Yeah, I can tell." She took his hand and led him to the castle doors.
Draco was extremely glad that Millia had told the girls to leave him alone, though he had to deal with a lot of taunting from the other students.
"We love you, Draco," Harry said in mock sweetness and batting his eyelashes.
Draco would've leapt on him if Professor Lupin wasn't in the hall. Instead, Draco just had to settle in walking away amid giggles and sniggers.
Professor Snape (or is it McGonagall?) came around taking down names of who was staying and who was going home for the holidays. Draco immediately signed down for staying at Hogwarts because Millia had told him that her parents were going to Rome for Christmas and she wanted to stay at Hogwarts. There was to be another Hogsmeade visit on the last weekend of term. Great! Draco thought. I can get her Christmas presents there.
It was snowing on the morning of their Hogsmeade visit. The shops were covered in snow with some light peeking through from the windows. Draco was covered up in a heavy cloak and an extremely warm scarf, but nevertheless, he was still cold. He entered the wizarding shop (I forgot what it was called and I was too lazy to go and get the third book and find out) and examined each item in the shop, trying to figure out what he should get Millia. After about 30 minutes, he had to pick something out because Crabbe and Goyle were getting impatient to go and have a drink at the Three Broomsticks. The witch at the counter wrapped up Draco's purchases and they were on their way to the Three Broomsticks.
A gust of wind greeted Draco as he opened the door to go outside. It was still snowing. Draco wrapped his scarf closer and made his way to the Three Broomsticks. Madame Rosemerta was sitting at a table with Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, Cornelius Fudge, the head of the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Flitwick (was there another professor there?). They seemed to be having a very serious conversation. Draco lead Crabbe and Goyle over to a table by the fireplace. He peered at the Christmas tree that was by a corner and saw an empty table hidden behind it. Strange, Draco thought.
"May I get you boys anything?" Madame Rosemerta asked, peering down at them.
"Three butterbeers," Draco said, not taking his eyes away from the empty table. He heard Madame Rosemerta walk away.
"What did your dad say about your arm?" Crabbe asked.
Draco grinned. "He complained to the School Council. He said that they're going to execute that oaf's hippogriff." It was true. Draco's father had gone to the School Council and complained about Draco's arm and how much damage and pain the injury had caused Draco. Draco was delighted to hear that the damn hippogriff was going to die (cruel isn't he?).
Crabbe and Goyle smirked.
"You going home for the holidays?" Goyle grunted.
Draco shook his head. "Nah. I'm going to stay here and- uh- keep Potter company."
"We'll stay too," Goyle said.
"No. Just go home. I can handle Potter," Draco said quickly.
Crabbe gave Draco that strange look that was becoming all too familiar. "All right. You've been acting strange."
"How so?" Draco took a drink of butterbeer.
Crabbe shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well, we better head back," Draco said, standing up so fast he almost knocked his chair over. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other; shrugged and stood up too. They pulled their cloaks closer to their body as they went outside. They started up the twisting path to Hogwarts.
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Yeah I know, it was a REALLY short chapter compared to my other ones. I just wanted to get it done because I haven't added any chapters in a while. Well anyways, REVIEWS PLEASE because next chapter is going to be Draco's and Millia's Christmas day together!!! And remember fans, no reviews, no chapter 7 ^_^!!!
