Chapter 5- Sneak Peeks and Dance Class
It was around dusk when Emma finally made her way to the Quidditch pitch. The sun was starting to sink below the horizon and the students were walking around aimlessly, sleepy from an afternoon of homework and sunshine. No one appeared to be practicing quite yet, so she had time to find a place to watch, safe from wandering eyes. She picked a fat bush directly across from the center of the field. She could see clearly through the wide gaps between twigs, and was at the same time well hidden. 'This is going to be, GREAT!' Emma thought to herself, biting her lip in anticipation and rubbing her hands together. ' I am SO good!'
The forest green robes of the Slytherin Quidditch team poured quickly from the locker room. All of the players were equipped with what looked like the Nimbus Two Thousand and One, which was the best broom on the market, and therefore terribly expensive. Emma peered from her hiding spot looking for Draco, but from the looks of it, he was missing in action.
" Can anyone tell me where Malfoy is this evening?" Asked a hideous boy with the most disgusting teeth Emma had ever seen. She could have sworn they were almost as green as his robes, and they stuck out so far that he looked like a beaver.
" Probably still in the locker room." Sniggered one of the girls who Emma immediately recognized as Pansy. " Everyone knows he's the first one in, and the last one out."
"Perfect." Said Emma, beaming behind her squinted eyes and folded hands.
Suddenly the door of the locker room swung open and hit the wall in a hard ::BAM:: A tall boy, with white blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes, walked out onto the pitch. He looked confident, and the vision of his emerald robes flying behind almost gave him the look of a God.
" Sorry I'm late." He said in his most flirtatious voice, flashing his flawless white smile at the team.
" Save your sweetness for your mother." Replied the kid who needed some serious dentist work. " Let's get on then."
Quidditch practice was something Emma had never seen. Of course she'd gone with the Blooms to see the national teams play, but this was completely different. She was deeply impressed watching her housemates practice their plays, and was even more impressed with Draco. He was the seeker, and his determination was clearly shown in every move and expression. By the end of the two-hour practice, the whole team was covered in mud and confidant that they would win their game against Hufflepuff on Tuesday. With shouts of excitement and tons of high fives, the Slytherin team gradually made it into the locker room, where Emma was waiting.
~*~
Elizabeth ran her hand through Harry's hair one last time before lying down on the couch with her head on his lap. She was dead tired. Between the sunshine, the homework, and her experience with Emma, all of her energy from sleeping-in that morning was more than gone. Harry stroked her hair softly; he too feeling utterly exhausted.
" So has she come to her senses?" He asked her sounding concerned, " About Draco, I mean."
" Well, I don't know Harry; you really can't tell Emma Lee anything. She has to experience it for herself. That's always the way she's been. Of course it's not the easy way, but it's her way, and you've got to respect that." Elizabeth signed, and wrinkled her nose as his fingers traced her face.
" What? Now you don't like me touching you?" He asked laughing
" No, that's not it...it just...it just tickles!!" She squirmed under his warm arms and he laughed even harder.
" I haven't had this much fun since the day that Dolores Umbridge was fired." Said Harry smiling, " I certainly hope you don't plan on leaving anytime soon," he continued softly, whispering in her ear, " because I think, I think I've fallen in love."
~*~
Emma could barely breathe hiding in a locker. The steam and mist pouring from the shower room was making the air so thick it felt like a towel against her face. Almost everyone had left, everyone except the beaver boy and Draco.
" Hurry up man, I've got astronomy to work on." Said 'beaver' (Or at least that's what Emma called him)
" No, its alright, I'll be here just a while longer, go on without me, I'll see you back in the common room." Draco said, his voice mixing into the mist.
" All right, see ya soon." And beaver boy was gone.
'Now is my chance!' Emma thought. Stepping out of the locker, she crossed the locker room to take a quick peek into the mirror to check her makeup. With all this moisture who knows what she could look like. To her relief everything was in place. 'In fact,' she thought to herself, 'I look good.' She walked over to the shower room and could hear Draco whistling quietly to himself. The only thing separating her and the beautifully naked Slytherin was a thin curtain, a curtain she really wanted to pull aside. 'Should I really do this?' she bite her lip before answering. She couldn't back down now! One swift movement and the curtain was gone, 'yes!'
Draco stood with his back to her, not even remotely noticing her presence. His body was flawless. He had muscles in all the right places, and his skin gleamed with a pale but perfect glow. 'He even has a nice butt...' Emma thought to herself smirking. She moved silently through the mist, careful to not hit any of the antique showerheads, or slip on the sopping wet tile floor. Now was the perfect time to speak...
" Draco?" She said in a loud and demanding voice.
" Holy FUCK!" He yelled whizzing around and grabbing a white towel off of the nearest hook. His face was laced with fear and his eyes were as big as galleons before he realized who in fact was standing, now in front of him, in the boy's shower room.
" Emma? What the heck are you doing here? You scared the crap out of me!" He asked, taking in big gulps of air and keeping the towel secure around his waist.
" Just thought I'd come and say hi. I figured since you didn't have time for me before, you might have time for me now." She chirped with a hint of an underlying purpose.
" Well you know its not that I didn't have time for you, I just had other things to do today." His eyes looked soft and pretty in contrast to the spiky wet hair that was on his head. He was breathtaking.
" I was kind of hoping we could talk." Said Emma softly
" Well ok, yeah... I guess. Weird spot to talk, but I understand why." He tied a knot in the towel around his waist and crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for the questions to come pouring out.
"What is it that you want from me?" Emma started, putting one hand on her hip and without thinking, bringing the other hand to her mouth to nibble her fingernails.
" What do I want from you? Well nothing. I don't want you to give me anything you don't want me to have." He said smoothly. " I think you're a really great person Emma, and even though we've only known each other a few days, you're someone I know I can trust and have fun with."
" But then why is it recently you've been acting different? I mean last night in the common room we didn't even kiss, you just said you were tired and left. And then today you wouldn't look up from your game..."
" Do you want me to tell you the truth?" His voice now cold. " My parents are pressuring me about school and other things, and Pansy is harassing me about you. I'm just sick of everyone having something to say about me or to bug me about." His eyes fell to the floor as an awkward silence filled the steamy room.
" So what are you saying?"
" I'm saying I've never felt like this before. Not about anyone. I care about you enough to tell my parents to screw themselves, and to tell Pansy she needs to leave me alone. When I know I could get anything from her in a heartbeat. I'm scared about what's happening to me. And Draco Malfoy is never scared. I'm sure you've heard my reputation. I'm the bad kid, from the dark family, with a dark past. But you make me want to be so different."
His words were touching something inside Emma. Something she knew she couldn't control. It was like he was speaking to her soul. With every word she moved closer, looking deep into his eyes, she could tell he was being honest. She reached out and touched his hand, which he gently, closed around hers. Even though he was still speaking, she didn't hear the words that escaped from his lips. She felt his arms enclose her, his smooth wet skin, slippery under her fingers, and before she could think they were kissing underneath a stream of hot water. Her robes were peeled away from her skin, and she felt weightless. Her underwear and bra removed with such delicacy that she didn't even feel them drop to the floor. Every sense was being stimulated, at the exact same time, giving her such a feeling of overwhelming pleasure she didn't know what was happening. She could feel him holding her, the water pelting down on them, the air hugging them. She felt his lips travel the length of her body, and back, searching for me. She felt herself run her fingers through his hair, and stroke his lower back. There they were, both naked, both enveloped in a passion they'd never experienced, a passion well beyond their years. They didn't need to have sex. Just being able to hold each other, feel each other, was enough.
His hands traveled to her hips, and his head rest upon her shoulder. She felt like he was the vulnerable one. He was the one who was insecure, and afraid, and she the confident savior. She could feel his breath upon her chest, and his body pressing into her. She hugged him tighter, kissing his hair, holding his shoulders in her small hands. He looked up into her eyes, just an inch from her face, and she immediately saw his emotions. He was letting her see the truth, something no one else had seen, and something he was afraid to embrace. He brought one hand to her face, and cupped her cheek, kissing her softly. He turned the water off, and grabbed the towel. Wrapping it around them both and picking up Emma's now soaking robes, they walked into the locker room.
~*~
" Aren't you worried about her?!" Asked Harry, still sitting in the common room with Elizabeth's head resting on his lap.
" Oh no, she knows what she's doing." Said Liz smiling.
" But it's like ten o'clock at night, and she hasn't been seen since this afternoon." Harry added nervously. His conscious was ringing with alarm, but Liz didn't seem phased.
" She'll be fine; we'll see her tomorrow at breakfast." Liz smiled and then added, " We'll see her with a huge smile on her face and a story she'll be peeing her pants to tell me about."
"All right, all right, I'll relax." Harry said sighing loudly.
" Good, now kiss me before I have to jump on you to do it." Liz said laughing
" Who said I don't want you to jump on me?"
~*~
The night was crystal clear, patches of stars lit the sky, and a beautiful full moon watched from the East. There on the Quidditch pitch were two figures. One appeared to be tall, with white blonde hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The other, obviously a girl, had long blonde hair, flowing in wet ringlets down her back, a towel also wrapped around her midriff. Hand in hand, these figures looked as if they were dancing. They were spinning and twirling, kissing every now and then, and smiling with a look of love floating in their eyes. Their robes lay abandoned on the grass, drying in the cool night, but neither seemed aware of their appearance. Their gaze never left each other. Barefoot, they danced. Never missing a step, never looking away, two figures finding love in the moonlight.
Professor Dumbledore looked away from his gold microscope with a look of pure amazement on his wise and wrinkled face. He put on his glasses, and walked over to the perch Fawkes was sitting on peacefully.
" Who would have thought," He said quietly to the bird, " that someone so young, and lost in her own life, could bring meaning and love into another's?" He smiled and walked back to his office window, looking out over the pitch.
"It just seems to be such an unusual pair. When in fact," he paused to watch the figures spinning, covered in an almost heavenly glow,
"It's...Perfect."
It was around dusk when Emma finally made her way to the Quidditch pitch. The sun was starting to sink below the horizon and the students were walking around aimlessly, sleepy from an afternoon of homework and sunshine. No one appeared to be practicing quite yet, so she had time to find a place to watch, safe from wandering eyes. She picked a fat bush directly across from the center of the field. She could see clearly through the wide gaps between twigs, and was at the same time well hidden. 'This is going to be, GREAT!' Emma thought to herself, biting her lip in anticipation and rubbing her hands together. ' I am SO good!'
The forest green robes of the Slytherin Quidditch team poured quickly from the locker room. All of the players were equipped with what looked like the Nimbus Two Thousand and One, which was the best broom on the market, and therefore terribly expensive. Emma peered from her hiding spot looking for Draco, but from the looks of it, he was missing in action.
" Can anyone tell me where Malfoy is this evening?" Asked a hideous boy with the most disgusting teeth Emma had ever seen. She could have sworn they were almost as green as his robes, and they stuck out so far that he looked like a beaver.
" Probably still in the locker room." Sniggered one of the girls who Emma immediately recognized as Pansy. " Everyone knows he's the first one in, and the last one out."
"Perfect." Said Emma, beaming behind her squinted eyes and folded hands.
Suddenly the door of the locker room swung open and hit the wall in a hard ::BAM:: A tall boy, with white blonde hair, and piercing gray eyes, walked out onto the pitch. He looked confident, and the vision of his emerald robes flying behind almost gave him the look of a God.
" Sorry I'm late." He said in his most flirtatious voice, flashing his flawless white smile at the team.
" Save your sweetness for your mother." Replied the kid who needed some serious dentist work. " Let's get on then."
Quidditch practice was something Emma had never seen. Of course she'd gone with the Blooms to see the national teams play, but this was completely different. She was deeply impressed watching her housemates practice their plays, and was even more impressed with Draco. He was the seeker, and his determination was clearly shown in every move and expression. By the end of the two-hour practice, the whole team was covered in mud and confidant that they would win their game against Hufflepuff on Tuesday. With shouts of excitement and tons of high fives, the Slytherin team gradually made it into the locker room, where Emma was waiting.
~*~
Elizabeth ran her hand through Harry's hair one last time before lying down on the couch with her head on his lap. She was dead tired. Between the sunshine, the homework, and her experience with Emma, all of her energy from sleeping-in that morning was more than gone. Harry stroked her hair softly; he too feeling utterly exhausted.
" So has she come to her senses?" He asked her sounding concerned, " About Draco, I mean."
" Well, I don't know Harry; you really can't tell Emma Lee anything. She has to experience it for herself. That's always the way she's been. Of course it's not the easy way, but it's her way, and you've got to respect that." Elizabeth signed, and wrinkled her nose as his fingers traced her face.
" What? Now you don't like me touching you?" He asked laughing
" No, that's not it...it just...it just tickles!!" She squirmed under his warm arms and he laughed even harder.
" I haven't had this much fun since the day that Dolores Umbridge was fired." Said Harry smiling, " I certainly hope you don't plan on leaving anytime soon," he continued softly, whispering in her ear, " because I think, I think I've fallen in love."
~*~
Emma could barely breathe hiding in a locker. The steam and mist pouring from the shower room was making the air so thick it felt like a towel against her face. Almost everyone had left, everyone except the beaver boy and Draco.
" Hurry up man, I've got astronomy to work on." Said 'beaver' (Or at least that's what Emma called him)
" No, its alright, I'll be here just a while longer, go on without me, I'll see you back in the common room." Draco said, his voice mixing into the mist.
" All right, see ya soon." And beaver boy was gone.
'Now is my chance!' Emma thought. Stepping out of the locker, she crossed the locker room to take a quick peek into the mirror to check her makeup. With all this moisture who knows what she could look like. To her relief everything was in place. 'In fact,' she thought to herself, 'I look good.' She walked over to the shower room and could hear Draco whistling quietly to himself. The only thing separating her and the beautifully naked Slytherin was a thin curtain, a curtain she really wanted to pull aside. 'Should I really do this?' she bite her lip before answering. She couldn't back down now! One swift movement and the curtain was gone, 'yes!'
Draco stood with his back to her, not even remotely noticing her presence. His body was flawless. He had muscles in all the right places, and his skin gleamed with a pale but perfect glow. 'He even has a nice butt...' Emma thought to herself smirking. She moved silently through the mist, careful to not hit any of the antique showerheads, or slip on the sopping wet tile floor. Now was the perfect time to speak...
" Draco?" She said in a loud and demanding voice.
" Holy FUCK!" He yelled whizzing around and grabbing a white towel off of the nearest hook. His face was laced with fear and his eyes were as big as galleons before he realized who in fact was standing, now in front of him, in the boy's shower room.
" Emma? What the heck are you doing here? You scared the crap out of me!" He asked, taking in big gulps of air and keeping the towel secure around his waist.
" Just thought I'd come and say hi. I figured since you didn't have time for me before, you might have time for me now." She chirped with a hint of an underlying purpose.
" Well you know its not that I didn't have time for you, I just had other things to do today." His eyes looked soft and pretty in contrast to the spiky wet hair that was on his head. He was breathtaking.
" I was kind of hoping we could talk." Said Emma softly
" Well ok, yeah... I guess. Weird spot to talk, but I understand why." He tied a knot in the towel around his waist and crossed his arms across his chest, waiting for the questions to come pouring out.
"What is it that you want from me?" Emma started, putting one hand on her hip and without thinking, bringing the other hand to her mouth to nibble her fingernails.
" What do I want from you? Well nothing. I don't want you to give me anything you don't want me to have." He said smoothly. " I think you're a really great person Emma, and even though we've only known each other a few days, you're someone I know I can trust and have fun with."
" But then why is it recently you've been acting different? I mean last night in the common room we didn't even kiss, you just said you were tired and left. And then today you wouldn't look up from your game..."
" Do you want me to tell you the truth?" His voice now cold. " My parents are pressuring me about school and other things, and Pansy is harassing me about you. I'm just sick of everyone having something to say about me or to bug me about." His eyes fell to the floor as an awkward silence filled the steamy room.
" So what are you saying?"
" I'm saying I've never felt like this before. Not about anyone. I care about you enough to tell my parents to screw themselves, and to tell Pansy she needs to leave me alone. When I know I could get anything from her in a heartbeat. I'm scared about what's happening to me. And Draco Malfoy is never scared. I'm sure you've heard my reputation. I'm the bad kid, from the dark family, with a dark past. But you make me want to be so different."
His words were touching something inside Emma. Something she knew she couldn't control. It was like he was speaking to her soul. With every word she moved closer, looking deep into his eyes, she could tell he was being honest. She reached out and touched his hand, which he gently, closed around hers. Even though he was still speaking, she didn't hear the words that escaped from his lips. She felt his arms enclose her, his smooth wet skin, slippery under her fingers, and before she could think they were kissing underneath a stream of hot water. Her robes were peeled away from her skin, and she felt weightless. Her underwear and bra removed with such delicacy that she didn't even feel them drop to the floor. Every sense was being stimulated, at the exact same time, giving her such a feeling of overwhelming pleasure she didn't know what was happening. She could feel him holding her, the water pelting down on them, the air hugging them. She felt his lips travel the length of her body, and back, searching for me. She felt herself run her fingers through his hair, and stroke his lower back. There they were, both naked, both enveloped in a passion they'd never experienced, a passion well beyond their years. They didn't need to have sex. Just being able to hold each other, feel each other, was enough.
His hands traveled to her hips, and his head rest upon her shoulder. She felt like he was the vulnerable one. He was the one who was insecure, and afraid, and she the confident savior. She could feel his breath upon her chest, and his body pressing into her. She hugged him tighter, kissing his hair, holding his shoulders in her small hands. He looked up into her eyes, just an inch from her face, and she immediately saw his emotions. He was letting her see the truth, something no one else had seen, and something he was afraid to embrace. He brought one hand to her face, and cupped her cheek, kissing her softly. He turned the water off, and grabbed the towel. Wrapping it around them both and picking up Emma's now soaking robes, they walked into the locker room.
~*~
" Aren't you worried about her?!" Asked Harry, still sitting in the common room with Elizabeth's head resting on his lap.
" Oh no, she knows what she's doing." Said Liz smiling.
" But it's like ten o'clock at night, and she hasn't been seen since this afternoon." Harry added nervously. His conscious was ringing with alarm, but Liz didn't seem phased.
" She'll be fine; we'll see her tomorrow at breakfast." Liz smiled and then added, " We'll see her with a huge smile on her face and a story she'll be peeing her pants to tell me about."
"All right, all right, I'll relax." Harry said sighing loudly.
" Good, now kiss me before I have to jump on you to do it." Liz said laughing
" Who said I don't want you to jump on me?"
~*~
The night was crystal clear, patches of stars lit the sky, and a beautiful full moon watched from the East. There on the Quidditch pitch were two figures. One appeared to be tall, with white blonde hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The other, obviously a girl, had long blonde hair, flowing in wet ringlets down her back, a towel also wrapped around her midriff. Hand in hand, these figures looked as if they were dancing. They were spinning and twirling, kissing every now and then, and smiling with a look of love floating in their eyes. Their robes lay abandoned on the grass, drying in the cool night, but neither seemed aware of their appearance. Their gaze never left each other. Barefoot, they danced. Never missing a step, never looking away, two figures finding love in the moonlight.
Professor Dumbledore looked away from his gold microscope with a look of pure amazement on his wise and wrinkled face. He put on his glasses, and walked over to the perch Fawkes was sitting on peacefully.
" Who would have thought," He said quietly to the bird, " that someone so young, and lost in her own life, could bring meaning and love into another's?" He smiled and walked back to his office window, looking out over the pitch.
"It just seems to be such an unusual pair. When in fact," he paused to watch the figures spinning, covered in an almost heavenly glow,
"It's...Perfect."