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favorite. I decided 5 was enough reviews to go on. But for this chapter I
demand ten reviews! Those are my terms, accept them or pay the
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Chapter Twenty Three
Andrea shot off the bed in surprise and spun to see who the intruder was. Her surprise only skyrocketed when she turned to discover who was standing in the doorway.
"I could ask you the same thing Malfoy!" she countered, angry beyond comprehension that someone like him knew of her secret quarters and dared question her presence in them.
"How did you know about this place?" he demanded, moving towards her, the traces of confusion almost completely shrouded by the intense anger radiating off him.
"'How did I know about it'!!! What do you mean, 'how do I know about it'?? These are my secret rooms. I found them. How do you know about them??" Andrea cried, even angrier at his questioning tone.
Malfoy nearly lunged at her as he screamed, "Your rooms!? Your rooms!? If anything, these rooms are mine. I discovered them WAY before you did!"
"No way! I can't believe this! I finally find a place where I can get away from everyone, and you're here!" Andrea exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears.
"Oh yeah, and what can you need possibly need to get away from. You've got the Dream Team around you 24/7. Oh...never mind. I see your point. I'd kill myself if I were you."
Andrea glared, "Listen, since you don't even have any friends to get away from once in while, why don't you just surrender the rooms to me and go on with your lonely, freakish existence."
Draco decided to ignore the last part of her comment and instead, knowing he'd touched on a sensitive topic for her, said, "Oh right, I forgot about the whole cutting/self mutilation bit. How's that going for you by the way? I mean, you call me a freak, and I'm not the one hurting myself."
"You hurt yourself whenever you open your mouth, asshole. It's inevitable for you," Andrea spat halfheartedly.
He's right, she thought to herself, I am a freak.
Seeing he struck a nerve Draco stepped toward Andrea forebodingly.
"What's so wrong with your life that makes you want to slice open your own flesh Andrea? What big secret are you keeping from even your closest friends? It has something to do with your father, Wilde, I know that much. That isn't even his name is it? C'mon Andrea, tell me, am I getting warmer? I can tell by your near panicked expression that I am on the right track. So tell me Wilde, what is so completely shameful about daddy that even the teachers agreed to hide his relation to you?" Draco taunted relentlessly, taking a step closer with every jeer.
Draco stopped moving towards Andrea inches from her face, sneering down at her. Tears were streaking down her face as Andrea attempted to suppress her sobs.
"Is he a muggle, Andie? Is that why you wont use his name? You don't want to be associated with him? Don't want to be seen for what you are, a dirty, filthy, disgusting mudblood?........."
He was cut off by the slap of Andrea's hand connecting with his face. It snapped, breaking his speech, and leaving them in silence.
Draco was stunned for a moment, but regained his composure in time to grab her wrist before her hand met its target a second time. "No..." He said, fighting off her hand.
"Damn you!" She tried to hit him again with her free hand but he quickly grasped that wrist too.
They both stood there for a moment, faces inches apart, glaring each other in the eye. Andrea fought her best to keep a hard, cold gaze, but found it difficult to accomplish with blurred vision and tears brimming over her eyelids. Finally she gave up and lowered her head, ashamed that she allowed him to see her break down like that to begin with, no matter how callous his remarks had been.
After a few moments Andrea felt his grip on her wrists slacken and she raised her head to meet his gaze. She was taken aback to see that his expression was no longer one of hate and disgust, but of sympathy and regret. His eyes were soft and apologetic. Andrea's composure softened after seeing his change of demeanor. They gazed into each other's eyes searchingly, each quietly begging the other for something.
Draco lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to hers. Andrea tensed against his lips for a moment before she relaxed into the kiss and responded lightly.
He gently begged entrance to her mouth as he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue. Andrea happily complied and parted her lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and gently massaged her tongue with his. After a moment Andrea responded and deepened the kiss. Draco dropped her wrists as his hands redirected and snaked around her waist to hold her closer to him. Andrea's hands found their way around his neck and pulled his head down further to intensify the kiss even more.
The two continued on like that for a while, tongue's dancing in their fused mouths, hands grasping at each other desperately, keeping the other from escaping.
Mouths still interlocked, Draco slowly pushed Andrea towards the bed. When they reached their destination, he gently pressed her back into the soft mattress and climbed onto the bed in a reclining position half on top of her, never once breaking the kiss.
Andrea moaned contentedly as he pressed his body into hers, bathing her in his body heat.
Then suddenly, all logic returned to her and she gasped, breaking away from the kiss and his marauding mouth.
Draco opened his eyes and gazed at her questioningly.
"I can't do this," Andrea gasped, breathless.
She tried to shoot out of the bed and his grasp away from the temptation of his alluring mouth, but Draco was still leaning on her and movement did not come easily. She pushed him away from herself and sat up. Andrea was about to depart when she felt his hand shoot out and tenderly clasp her hand.
"Please, Andrea, please don't go." Draco said desperately.
Andrea turned to look at him hearing the pleading tone in his voice. His eyes were begging her to stay.
She couldn't explain it, but at that moment, no force in the world would have kept her from him.
Andrea smiled reluctantly and climbed back onto the bed next to him. They both crawled under the blankets and Draco pulled her into his arms. They fell asleep like that, together, and spent the night locked in each other's tight embrace.
Author's Note: ::sniffle:: It's so romantic, no? I want him...too bad guys are never really like that. Those bastards. Anyway, REVIEW!
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Chapter Twenty Three
Andrea shot off the bed in surprise and spun to see who the intruder was. Her surprise only skyrocketed when she turned to discover who was standing in the doorway.
"I could ask you the same thing Malfoy!" she countered, angry beyond comprehension that someone like him knew of her secret quarters and dared question her presence in them.
"How did you know about this place?" he demanded, moving towards her, the traces of confusion almost completely shrouded by the intense anger radiating off him.
"'How did I know about it'!!! What do you mean, 'how do I know about it'?? These are my secret rooms. I found them. How do you know about them??" Andrea cried, even angrier at his questioning tone.
Malfoy nearly lunged at her as he screamed, "Your rooms!? Your rooms!? If anything, these rooms are mine. I discovered them WAY before you did!"
"No way! I can't believe this! I finally find a place where I can get away from everyone, and you're here!" Andrea exclaimed, nearly on the verge of tears.
"Oh yeah, and what can you need possibly need to get away from. You've got the Dream Team around you 24/7. Oh...never mind. I see your point. I'd kill myself if I were you."
Andrea glared, "Listen, since you don't even have any friends to get away from once in while, why don't you just surrender the rooms to me and go on with your lonely, freakish existence."
Draco decided to ignore the last part of her comment and instead, knowing he'd touched on a sensitive topic for her, said, "Oh right, I forgot about the whole cutting/self mutilation bit. How's that going for you by the way? I mean, you call me a freak, and I'm not the one hurting myself."
"You hurt yourself whenever you open your mouth, asshole. It's inevitable for you," Andrea spat halfheartedly.
He's right, she thought to herself, I am a freak.
Seeing he struck a nerve Draco stepped toward Andrea forebodingly.
"What's so wrong with your life that makes you want to slice open your own flesh Andrea? What big secret are you keeping from even your closest friends? It has something to do with your father, Wilde, I know that much. That isn't even his name is it? C'mon Andrea, tell me, am I getting warmer? I can tell by your near panicked expression that I am on the right track. So tell me Wilde, what is so completely shameful about daddy that even the teachers agreed to hide his relation to you?" Draco taunted relentlessly, taking a step closer with every jeer.
Draco stopped moving towards Andrea inches from her face, sneering down at her. Tears were streaking down her face as Andrea attempted to suppress her sobs.
"Is he a muggle, Andie? Is that why you wont use his name? You don't want to be associated with him? Don't want to be seen for what you are, a dirty, filthy, disgusting mudblood?........."
He was cut off by the slap of Andrea's hand connecting with his face. It snapped, breaking his speech, and leaving them in silence.
Draco was stunned for a moment, but regained his composure in time to grab her wrist before her hand met its target a second time. "No..." He said, fighting off her hand.
"Damn you!" She tried to hit him again with her free hand but he quickly grasped that wrist too.
They both stood there for a moment, faces inches apart, glaring each other in the eye. Andrea fought her best to keep a hard, cold gaze, but found it difficult to accomplish with blurred vision and tears brimming over her eyelids. Finally she gave up and lowered her head, ashamed that she allowed him to see her break down like that to begin with, no matter how callous his remarks had been.
After a few moments Andrea felt his grip on her wrists slacken and she raised her head to meet his gaze. She was taken aback to see that his expression was no longer one of hate and disgust, but of sympathy and regret. His eyes were soft and apologetic. Andrea's composure softened after seeing his change of demeanor. They gazed into each other's eyes searchingly, each quietly begging the other for something.
Draco lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to hers. Andrea tensed against his lips for a moment before she relaxed into the kiss and responded lightly.
He gently begged entrance to her mouth as he coaxed her lips apart with his tongue. Andrea happily complied and parted her lips as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and gently massaged her tongue with his. After a moment Andrea responded and deepened the kiss. Draco dropped her wrists as his hands redirected and snaked around her waist to hold her closer to him. Andrea's hands found their way around his neck and pulled his head down further to intensify the kiss even more.
The two continued on like that for a while, tongue's dancing in their fused mouths, hands grasping at each other desperately, keeping the other from escaping.
Mouths still interlocked, Draco slowly pushed Andrea towards the bed. When they reached their destination, he gently pressed her back into the soft mattress and climbed onto the bed in a reclining position half on top of her, never once breaking the kiss.
Andrea moaned contentedly as he pressed his body into hers, bathing her in his body heat.
Then suddenly, all logic returned to her and she gasped, breaking away from the kiss and his marauding mouth.
Draco opened his eyes and gazed at her questioningly.
"I can't do this," Andrea gasped, breathless.
She tried to shoot out of the bed and his grasp away from the temptation of his alluring mouth, but Draco was still leaning on her and movement did not come easily. She pushed him away from herself and sat up. Andrea was about to depart when she felt his hand shoot out and tenderly clasp her hand.
"Please, Andrea, please don't go." Draco said desperately.
Andrea turned to look at him hearing the pleading tone in his voice. His eyes were begging her to stay.
She couldn't explain it, but at that moment, no force in the world would have kept her from him.
Andrea smiled reluctantly and climbed back onto the bed next to him. They both crawled under the blankets and Draco pulled her into his arms. They fell asleep like that, together, and spent the night locked in each other's tight embrace.
Author's Note: ::sniffle:: It's so romantic, no? I want him...too bad guys are never really like that. Those bastards. Anyway, REVIEW!
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