I know, I know. It's been forever and a half since I updated! Sorry! Our computer has crashed and I have had to switch computers like 3 times! So I would keep losing the story and having to Have Kristin send it to me again and again! But here it is! PLEASE review!!
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"I brought you a daiquiri," Oliver sat the drink in front of Kristin, startling her from her daze. She jumped slightly.
"Oh, huh?" she asked delicately.
"A daiquiri, virgin, of course," he smiled at her, priding himself on knowing that she didn't drink alcohol since she was 16.
"Oh, thank you, dear," she responded quite formally, lifting the glass slightly to her almost red shaded lips, with matching red nails showing indiscreetly.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. Oh look there's Stacy Gilhart! You remember her, right Kristin? I'm going to go say hi."
"Bye, Oliver." Kristin waved him off distractedly, as she sipped her drink staring off into the distance- distant space that happened to be occupied by Draco Malfoy. His blonde hair wasn't slicked back the way that it always had been throughout school, but was gelled and purposely messed up. He stared back at her with his silver gray eyes, eyes that hadn't permeated her mind like that since her 6th year at Hogwarts, his final year at school with her.
"Come dance with me," Oliver took her hand delicately and kissed it, pulling her from her seat and escorting her to the dance floor. He pulled her close to him, stepping back together in time. Kristin laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes most of the time to avoid the gaze of those around the room. Draco wasn't the only one watching her; she did look marvelous, everyone told her that- everyone except Oliver, that is.
"Well, Oliver," Kristin began as the song ended, "we had better get back to the table. Dinner and the auction are going to start soon and Percy will get lonely."
"Good idea."
"Kristin, how does my hair look? Is my dress ok? How about my shoes they are wrong aren't they? I knew it; I should've gone with the silver ones, right? God! I wish I would've realized this sooner. How could you let me buy this, Kristin?"
"Alex," Kristin's voice was controlled and soothing, "you look amazing, Lexy," she caught Alex sneaking a peek at Percy, "exactly who are you trying to impress all of a sudden?" Kristin asked coyly.
"No one," Alex quickly denied, "I just don't want to look like a loser. Besides, it would suck pretty badly if I didn't bring in that much."
"Yeah," Kristin skepticized. "Just go. You look great."
"Thanks, dear."
Alex took a deep breath as the auctioneer called her name and she stepped out on the stage; Kristin watched from the backstage. Alex looked amazing in her dress, no wonder Percy had it so hot for her. Alex smiled nervously, acting like a nerd, just awaiting her turn to be bid on.
"She does look wonderful, doesn't she?" a low voice drawled in her ear. "That's a great dress, a very pretty shade of red. It suits you, Kristin, very sexy yet very classy. You are a classy dame aren't you, Kristin?"
"I suppose so, Draco. Whatever you say."
"Really? Whatever I say, do you really mean it? Because I've got a couple of ideas of what I want from you, Beautiful," he whispered low into her ear, breathing heavily onto her neck.
"Draco, what if someone sees?" she whimpered, finding it more and more difficult to compose full thoughts, let alone full sentences.
"Let them see, Kristin, I don't have anything to lose." He wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her body close to his but she turned quick and pulled away.
"Maybe you've got nothing to lose, but I have a life, Draco," she scolded, "I have family and friends and expectations and a good reputation. And I don't need you to screw that up for me or Oliver."
"Oliver screwed that up for himself. Now come with me, please dear before you make scene."
Kristin wondered how he managed to stay so calm while she was irate, but she allowed him to lead her to a place where no one else around. Thinking back, she wondered how she got here; she didn't ever remember seeing a hallway there before.
"Now, since no one else is around, I've been wanting to say something to you." He suddenly pulled her close to him and pressed his lips to hers, entwining her in a sizzling passion she never knew existed. She struggled at first, fighting against the instincts that urged her to touch him, feel him every time he was near her. She knew her efforts were futile against the stalwart arms pulling her close to him and fell into his grip.
Draco felt her tense, rigid body relax into him and he held her tighter. He knew he would have her someday. That dress was a killer to the already intrigued Draco Malfoy. The bright vibrant scarlet contrasted her black hair, cloudy hazel eyes, and smooth skin, not pale but not tan, just a perfect shade of peach. She looked even more beautiful than her sixth year at Hogwarts when he last saw her, though he never saw it possible.
In those five years he never forgot about her as he thought he would once he graduated. Everywhere he saw her face. He'd have to stop and take second glances at people just to make sure. And then there she was, standing at the bar, talking with her friend who had also went to school with her, looking amazing. She'd always managed to do that- be amazing, everything she did. She's have her days when she didn't do her makeup or her hair, on the first day of this type he realized, her eyes sparkle on their own and she's even sexier when she licks her lips than when she wears lip gloss, and she would toss her hair lightly to combat strays that weren't held back by anything. She had a predilection for muggle clothes and they made her look phenomenal. She never wore robes if she didn't have to. Like, tonight, in her red evening gown rather than dress robes, with her smoldering gray eye shadow and red racy matching lipstick.
She stuck out of a crowd. She was an original. If he remembered her correctly, she designed her own dress. She always wanted to be a muggle fashion designer; that's why she lived in their world. She loved it there.
He pulled away from her, ending their kiss. She started to moan slightly in protest, but soon caught herself. Up went the gates and guards she constantly used to surround and protect her emotions and desires.
Draco felt the sting on his cheek as Kristin's hand passed by quickly.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?" she shrieked.
"So, it's Malfoy again, is it?" he remained calm, "just moments ago you were calling me Draco. I miss those days, Kristin."
She screamed lightly in frustration and turned to run, but there was no hallway, no door, no way out. Turning back, she realized that there wasn't an escape behind Draco either. She was trapped. She tried to cover her anger, frustration, terror, desire and the cesspool of conflicting emotions but her eyes couldn't lie. Tears scampered down her face.
"Kristin, I'm sorry," he became quiet and reserved. This isn't what he planned; maybe to get her a little flustered and irritated possibly, but never to make her cry. He stepped closer to her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and putting his hands on her shoulders.
To his surprise, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing, with her head on his shoulder holding him close.
"Just a second." Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and conjured a small loveseat for them to rest on. "Come here, dear." He led her to sit down and continued to console her. "I'm so sorry. It's just that, Kristin," he held her at arms length to look straight into her watery hazel eyes, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I graduated. The past five years, I've been wandering around, anticipating just running into you somewhere, hoping to meet you someday so that I could tell you and all. I had all these plans for where it would be and what I would do and what I would say, but when I saw you today, you looked amazing and I froze and I just did the first thing that came to my mind. I apologize that it hurt you so much. Trust me; that is not at all what was intended by it. I just wanted to let you know how I feel. But, Kristin- answer me this. Oliver? I think you were doing better with Harry. You're a beautiful and you let Oliver ignore you like that?"
"That's just it. I haven't felt this way in such a long time. I don't think Oliver has ever made me feel the way you do, like I can't breathe or talk or think, just stand and let you breathe into my ears and inhale your cologne."
"Really? Then why are you with him?"
"I love him, Draco, and when we're alone he's very sweet and he takes care of me and, well, he was my first," she blushed slightly. No one really knew that she and Oliver had gone that far except Alex and Percy. The great thing about was she and Oliver would hint to it and people would think they were kidding. "We're engaged, Draco, we're going to be married in a year or two. Once his job becomes more secure and profitable enough to support a family."
"How can you do that? You just seem so unhappy with him tonight." He kissed her forehead. "You deserve so much more than he gives you? You're a beautiful, talented, smart, empowered, caring, funny, wonderful woman and he should be showing you off in public not leaving you stand there and be ignored."
"I'm so glad someone finally realized that. Shit. I have to see how Alex did, you ass, you made me miss it."
"No, I didn't. I know a spell to stop time for a moment or 12 so she's still walking up the stairs. We have all the time in the world to sit and talk this out or for you to walk out on me for telling it like it is and the world will start spinning again."
"So, this is what it feels like when my world stops spinning? I always had a feeling it would be you to do it to me, Draco." She giggled.
"Is that a good or bad thing?"
"Bad thing. You ruined everything I had going for me. You know I can't honestly just walk out of here, and return to my life, and expect it to be normal, knowing now what I do, knowing that I'm not the only one of us bewitched by the other. I had the hugest crush on you in school, Draco, and I talk about you all the time now. Yes, I'm usually making fun of you, but that's not always what I'm thinking."
He nodded, smiling, his dreams finally coming true.
"But you can't expect me to give it all up either, Draco. Oliver and I have established something special, and wonderful, and I'm not sure if I want to give it up yet," she was crying again, "you can't make decide yet, Draco. Please don't make me give it up yet. Give me time."
He held her close, running his hands through her hair. "Of course, baby, of course. Take as much time as you need. I've waited all this time, since your 4th year in fact, I can wait as long as you need. Okay? I'm crazy about you and no amount of time can change that." He kissed her forehead and tear stained eyes, wiping the wetness from her cheeks
"I just don't want to drop a sure thing for something that simply 'could be'. Do you know what I mean? How do I know if I'm doing the right thing? I mean, right now, anything seems enchanting compared to the way Oliver has been treating me, but I don't want to break things off with him and realize that it was the wrong thing to do."
"Then, don't break things off with him." He whispered coarsely into her ear.
"Alright, Draco," she pulled away, "We have to go back now."
"But, Kristin, we have all the time in the world. It's all ours. Imagine the possibilities." His silky pale hands reached for the zipper on her dress.
"Trust me, I've imagined. That's what I'm worried about Draco." She rose from the seat and paced elegantly in front of him. "I don't want to do anything I'll regret. I do have a boyfriend, remember?"
He sighed audibly. "All too well." He got up and faced her, taking her hands in his. "Fine, dear, if that's what you want, I'll take you back. But the offer is still there if you change your mind."
"I'm sure. Please take me back."
With a wave of his want, the two reappeared at the stage entrance, his arms still around her waist as they were when he first cast the time-stopping spell. He kissed her cheek lightly, whispered goodbye, and disappeared before tine regained conciousness.
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"I brought you a daiquiri," Oliver sat the drink in front of Kristin, startling her from her daze. She jumped slightly.
"Oh, huh?" she asked delicately.
"A daiquiri, virgin, of course," he smiled at her, priding himself on knowing that she didn't drink alcohol since she was 16.
"Oh, thank you, dear," she responded quite formally, lifting the glass slightly to her almost red shaded lips, with matching red nails showing indiscreetly.
"You're welcome, sweetheart. Oh look there's Stacy Gilhart! You remember her, right Kristin? I'm going to go say hi."
"Bye, Oliver." Kristin waved him off distractedly, as she sipped her drink staring off into the distance- distant space that happened to be occupied by Draco Malfoy. His blonde hair wasn't slicked back the way that it always had been throughout school, but was gelled and purposely messed up. He stared back at her with his silver gray eyes, eyes that hadn't permeated her mind like that since her 6th year at Hogwarts, his final year at school with her.
"Come dance with me," Oliver took her hand delicately and kissed it, pulling her from her seat and escorting her to the dance floor. He pulled her close to him, stepping back together in time. Kristin laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes most of the time to avoid the gaze of those around the room. Draco wasn't the only one watching her; she did look marvelous, everyone told her that- everyone except Oliver, that is.
"Well, Oliver," Kristin began as the song ended, "we had better get back to the table. Dinner and the auction are going to start soon and Percy will get lonely."
"Good idea."
"Kristin, how does my hair look? Is my dress ok? How about my shoes they are wrong aren't they? I knew it; I should've gone with the silver ones, right? God! I wish I would've realized this sooner. How could you let me buy this, Kristin?"
"Alex," Kristin's voice was controlled and soothing, "you look amazing, Lexy," she caught Alex sneaking a peek at Percy, "exactly who are you trying to impress all of a sudden?" Kristin asked coyly.
"No one," Alex quickly denied, "I just don't want to look like a loser. Besides, it would suck pretty badly if I didn't bring in that much."
"Yeah," Kristin skepticized. "Just go. You look great."
"Thanks, dear."
Alex took a deep breath as the auctioneer called her name and she stepped out on the stage; Kristin watched from the backstage. Alex looked amazing in her dress, no wonder Percy had it so hot for her. Alex smiled nervously, acting like a nerd, just awaiting her turn to be bid on.
"She does look wonderful, doesn't she?" a low voice drawled in her ear. "That's a great dress, a very pretty shade of red. It suits you, Kristin, very sexy yet very classy. You are a classy dame aren't you, Kristin?"
"I suppose so, Draco. Whatever you say."
"Really? Whatever I say, do you really mean it? Because I've got a couple of ideas of what I want from you, Beautiful," he whispered low into her ear, breathing heavily onto her neck.
"Draco, what if someone sees?" she whimpered, finding it more and more difficult to compose full thoughts, let alone full sentences.
"Let them see, Kristin, I don't have anything to lose." He wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her body close to his but she turned quick and pulled away.
"Maybe you've got nothing to lose, but I have a life, Draco," she scolded, "I have family and friends and expectations and a good reputation. And I don't need you to screw that up for me or Oliver."
"Oliver screwed that up for himself. Now come with me, please dear before you make scene."
Kristin wondered how he managed to stay so calm while she was irate, but she allowed him to lead her to a place where no one else around. Thinking back, she wondered how she got here; she didn't ever remember seeing a hallway there before.
"Now, since no one else is around, I've been wanting to say something to you." He suddenly pulled her close to him and pressed his lips to hers, entwining her in a sizzling passion she never knew existed. She struggled at first, fighting against the instincts that urged her to touch him, feel him every time he was near her. She knew her efforts were futile against the stalwart arms pulling her close to him and fell into his grip.
Draco felt her tense, rigid body relax into him and he held her tighter. He knew he would have her someday. That dress was a killer to the already intrigued Draco Malfoy. The bright vibrant scarlet contrasted her black hair, cloudy hazel eyes, and smooth skin, not pale but not tan, just a perfect shade of peach. She looked even more beautiful than her sixth year at Hogwarts when he last saw her, though he never saw it possible.
In those five years he never forgot about her as he thought he would once he graduated. Everywhere he saw her face. He'd have to stop and take second glances at people just to make sure. And then there she was, standing at the bar, talking with her friend who had also went to school with her, looking amazing. She'd always managed to do that- be amazing, everything she did. She's have her days when she didn't do her makeup or her hair, on the first day of this type he realized, her eyes sparkle on their own and she's even sexier when she licks her lips than when she wears lip gloss, and she would toss her hair lightly to combat strays that weren't held back by anything. She had a predilection for muggle clothes and they made her look phenomenal. She never wore robes if she didn't have to. Like, tonight, in her red evening gown rather than dress robes, with her smoldering gray eye shadow and red racy matching lipstick.
She stuck out of a crowd. She was an original. If he remembered her correctly, she designed her own dress. She always wanted to be a muggle fashion designer; that's why she lived in their world. She loved it there.
He pulled away from her, ending their kiss. She started to moan slightly in protest, but soon caught herself. Up went the gates and guards she constantly used to surround and protect her emotions and desires.
Draco felt the sting on his cheek as Kristin's hand passed by quickly.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?" she shrieked.
"So, it's Malfoy again, is it?" he remained calm, "just moments ago you were calling me Draco. I miss those days, Kristin."
She screamed lightly in frustration and turned to run, but there was no hallway, no door, no way out. Turning back, she realized that there wasn't an escape behind Draco either. She was trapped. She tried to cover her anger, frustration, terror, desire and the cesspool of conflicting emotions but her eyes couldn't lie. Tears scampered down her face.
"Kristin, I'm sorry," he became quiet and reserved. This isn't what he planned; maybe to get her a little flustered and irritated possibly, but never to make her cry. He stepped closer to her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and putting his hands on her shoulders.
To his surprise, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing, with her head on his shoulder holding him close.
"Just a second." Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and conjured a small loveseat for them to rest on. "Come here, dear." He led her to sit down and continued to console her. "I'm so sorry. It's just that, Kristin," he held her at arms length to look straight into her watery hazel eyes, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I graduated. The past five years, I've been wandering around, anticipating just running into you somewhere, hoping to meet you someday so that I could tell you and all. I had all these plans for where it would be and what I would do and what I would say, but when I saw you today, you looked amazing and I froze and I just did the first thing that came to my mind. I apologize that it hurt you so much. Trust me; that is not at all what was intended by it. I just wanted to let you know how I feel. But, Kristin- answer me this. Oliver? I think you were doing better with Harry. You're a beautiful and you let Oliver ignore you like that?"
"That's just it. I haven't felt this way in such a long time. I don't think Oliver has ever made me feel the way you do, like I can't breathe or talk or think, just stand and let you breathe into my ears and inhale your cologne."
"Really? Then why are you with him?"
"I love him, Draco, and when we're alone he's very sweet and he takes care of me and, well, he was my first," she blushed slightly. No one really knew that she and Oliver had gone that far except Alex and Percy. The great thing about was she and Oliver would hint to it and people would think they were kidding. "We're engaged, Draco, we're going to be married in a year or two. Once his job becomes more secure and profitable enough to support a family."
"How can you do that? You just seem so unhappy with him tonight." He kissed her forehead. "You deserve so much more than he gives you? You're a beautiful, talented, smart, empowered, caring, funny, wonderful woman and he should be showing you off in public not leaving you stand there and be ignored."
"I'm so glad someone finally realized that. Shit. I have to see how Alex did, you ass, you made me miss it."
"No, I didn't. I know a spell to stop time for a moment or 12 so she's still walking up the stairs. We have all the time in the world to sit and talk this out or for you to walk out on me for telling it like it is and the world will start spinning again."
"So, this is what it feels like when my world stops spinning? I always had a feeling it would be you to do it to me, Draco." She giggled.
"Is that a good or bad thing?"
"Bad thing. You ruined everything I had going for me. You know I can't honestly just walk out of here, and return to my life, and expect it to be normal, knowing now what I do, knowing that I'm not the only one of us bewitched by the other. I had the hugest crush on you in school, Draco, and I talk about you all the time now. Yes, I'm usually making fun of you, but that's not always what I'm thinking."
He nodded, smiling, his dreams finally coming true.
"But you can't expect me to give it all up either, Draco. Oliver and I have established something special, and wonderful, and I'm not sure if I want to give it up yet," she was crying again, "you can't make decide yet, Draco. Please don't make me give it up yet. Give me time."
He held her close, running his hands through her hair. "Of course, baby, of course. Take as much time as you need. I've waited all this time, since your 4th year in fact, I can wait as long as you need. Okay? I'm crazy about you and no amount of time can change that." He kissed her forehead and tear stained eyes, wiping the wetness from her cheeks
"I just don't want to drop a sure thing for something that simply 'could be'. Do you know what I mean? How do I know if I'm doing the right thing? I mean, right now, anything seems enchanting compared to the way Oliver has been treating me, but I don't want to break things off with him and realize that it was the wrong thing to do."
"Then, don't break things off with him." He whispered coarsely into her ear.
"Alright, Draco," she pulled away, "We have to go back now."
"But, Kristin, we have all the time in the world. It's all ours. Imagine the possibilities." His silky pale hands reached for the zipper on her dress.
"Trust me, I've imagined. That's what I'm worried about Draco." She rose from the seat and paced elegantly in front of him. "I don't want to do anything I'll regret. I do have a boyfriend, remember?"
He sighed audibly. "All too well." He got up and faced her, taking her hands in his. "Fine, dear, if that's what you want, I'll take you back. But the offer is still there if you change your mind."
"I'm sure. Please take me back."
With a wave of his want, the two reappeared at the stage entrance, his arms still around her waist as they were when he first cast the time-stopping spell. He kissed her cheek lightly, whispered goodbye, and disappeared before tine regained conciousness.
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