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Amy awoke to find herself on one of the couches of the Slytherin common room. She blinked bleary eyes to look up into ice blue irises again.
Draco had his wand pointed at her.
She was about to yell at him when she remembered how he'd turned poor Hermione Granger's front teeth into long...things...and thought about his father. The boy probably knew enough curses to have her suffering until the end of time.
She gazed at him defiantly. "What do you want?" she demanded.
"Hmm," he drawled lazily, ignoring her look. "What do I want. You wouldn't want to go to my house over summer would you?"
"WHAT?"
"Well I suppose that's rather unfortunate...I suppose I'll just have to tell all of my friends about you and your little friends; Chang and Longbottom, of all people. Guarding Harry Potter, are you?"
Amy gaped at him. How could he know all this?
"Yes well, an invisibility cloak helps."
If Amy hadn't been raised by Dumbledore she probably would have said a long and loud chain of not-so-pleasant words then. Instead, she just glared more. Ooooh, the nerve of him...and yet...
Draco sensed her glare soften a bit. "I know, Amy. You secretly lust after me. You absolutely adore me behind my back. Every night you only dream of--"
He was suddenly silent because Amy, now quite red in the face, had slapped him.
"Now, love, is that really necessary?" He bent down and bequeathed her a luscious kiss, and she felt herself giving in. He really wasn't so bad, if you got to know him...
She slapped him again.
How could he think he wasn't so bad? This was Draco Malfoy! Notorious Slytherin gangleader and the number one enemy of Harry Potter at school, not to mention the son of one of Voldemort's known allies. How could she even want to eventually be Mrs. Amy Malfoy?! She was insane. Totally crazy...
"I don't think it's good," Malfoy whispered into her ear, "for a secret agent's emotions to be able to be read so easily. I know you're crazy... crazy for me aren't you Amy?"
She looked at him. His face wasn't sneering, or even arrogant. It was almost gentle. Almost vulnerable...Amy had a feeling he didn't show this side to many people. Half of her wanted to push him away and think about what to do. But he still had his wand, and she was disarmed. The other half wanted to give in and kiss him again. And then the two collided.
She felt herself kiss him this time, and felt it returned. Her mind thought of ecstacy. And also of a perfect opportunity to get inside the heavily guarded Malfoy manor. She felt guilty. And happy. And...nothing but Draco.