----Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Charmed. I only own Paris
Turner. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, ~Premonitions~, and Telepathic Speaking.
Notes: Harry and his gang are 17 as well as Paris, and Wyatt is 16. ---
Chapter Four: Same Time Tomorrow
Paris felt the eyes of her fellow students upon her as she entered the Great Hall alone. Wyatt hadn't come with her because he still wasn't ready. That didn't disappoint her because she knew it had nothing to do about what and who she was. He loved her no matter what; they were family. What disappointed Paris was the fact that Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had gotten ready early and were already in the hall. Paris knew they didn't trust her. Somehow she couldn't blame them; they had a right to their own opinions, even if they were wrong.
She took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table, and smiled to her friends. She noticed their blank faces but pretended not to notice. She just continued to smile. "So what's up?"
No one said a word. Paris wished they would at least fake a smile, or say something; anything, as long as they said a word. She felt uncomfortable as she ate her food in silence. She could tell that they stared at her when she wasn't looking, and she could hear the whispers from further down the table. She rolled her eyes and sighed. ^^Why me?^^ She thought. ^^Why?^^ She wanted them to just go back to how it was; their friendliness and smiles. But now all she got were stares and blank faces.
Paris took a deep breath and counted to ten. She excused herself and shimmered out of the Great Hall as quick as possible. She found herself in the hallway and sat against the stone wall her knees to her chest and head buried in her arms. Tears began to flow from her brown eyes. She began to sob, and they got louder as the time passed.
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Draco had watched when Paris had entered the room, and received the stares and soft mummers. He couldn't help but feel badly. He continued to watch her so called friends not say a word to her as she tried to be friendly. After a while he didn't want to watch her anymore. He felt sorry for her, and that was a new feeling for him. So he just stared at his plate and ate. After about five minutes passed, he couldn't help but look her way again. He searched around her table with his gray eyes to see that she had left. He couldn't blame her. He wouldn't want to stay with those gits any longer than necessary.
For the first time in his life Draco truly felt sorry for someone, and was compelled to make that person feel better. So he did the unthinkable, he left the Great Hall and wandered the hallways. He knew she hadn't gone too far. He walked around for a few minutes until he began to hear the sound of someone crying. He walked toward the sound and soon found himself standing near Paris curled up against the wall crying her heart out.
Now Draco Malfoy wasn't the most sensitive person in the world. But for some reason he couldn't explain he found sitting down next to the balling girl. He tentatively put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and only then did she notice that someone was there. Her face met Draco's and he could she that her face was flushed from all of her tears. Then to the surprise of Malfoy, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and began to cry into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise. He had never had anything like this ever happen in his life. Of course he had seen girls' cry but never had he let one cry on him. And to his utter shock he found himself cooing softly in her ear and patting her back lightly.
"I never wanted them to know." She whimpered into his chest.
Draco nodded even though she couldn't see the gesture; he didn't know what to say. Amazed at his own reaction he found himself blurting out "I'm sorry."
She shook her head which was no longer buried in his chest. "I don't want pity." Paris stated.
Draco furrowed his brow in confusion. Why not pity the girl? After all she had been exposed in front of the whole school. Didn't she want someone to feel sorry for her? But it slowly hit him that she thought pity was a wasted emotion. To pity someone was all well and good but it didn't help them if you just felt sorry. She didn't need that what she needed was a person who would be understanding but wouldn't be easy on her because she went through something horrible. He admired her for that; many others would feel the exact opposite. She was strong and she didn't want to be seen as otherwise.
"What happened to you last night?" He asked changing the subject.
"Troll." She said.
"Troll? There was a troll in the school last night?" He asked in surprised. He hadn't seen any troll going toward the school while he was out in the field. He guessed that it must have come in from the other side.
"Yeah. When I shimmered back from my meeting with my dad I found Wyatt, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all standing in front of this huge troll. So I fireballed it's ass." She stated, he could hear a hint of satisfaction in her voice as she told him that she had killed the being.
"Did you get into trouble?" He questioned her.
Paris frowned. "Snape had some smart ass remark, so I told him off and shimmered into my room."
"Oh," Draco wanted to say something else but was stirring up the courage to do so. After a minute of silence he finally did. "Will you make it tonight?" he cursed himself for sounding so desperate, but he really wanted to teacher her, or rather spend some time with her. It was a weird situation, the more he saw her the more he wanted to see her.
Paris smiled. "I wouldn't miss it if a thousand trolls snuck into the school."
The two gave a little laugh at the comment. Draco was surprised that it felt so good to laugh; it was such a wonderful feeling. He wondered why he didn't do it more often. Then it hit him, because he wasn't supposed to act that way. He was to be sour, rude and no sense of humor except if it was on someone else's behalf. As he thought this the memory of what Pansy had said earlier played into his mind. The thoughts were silenced when Paris stood up and brushed herself off. She held out a hand to help him up, which he surprisingly took.
"We better get to DADA class." Paris told him. "Mom would be pissed if I was late."
Draco nodded, but replied. "I'm sure she would understand if you were."
"I don't want to be treated differently." Paris stated.
Again Draco nodded, and he suppressed a smile, something that was quite uncommon for him. He held out his arm to her to grasp, and she took it. "Shall we go then?"
A playful smile crossed Paris' lips. "I know shortcut."
"Show me." He replied and in an instant he felt the hallway disappear as the empty DADA classroom came into view. He stood still for a moment in shock.
Paris looked at Draco with worry. "Draco? Are you okay?"
He smiled. "That was fun." He said it like a child who had just gotten a wonderful gift for Christmas.
Paris just giggled and sat down in her normal seat. Draco thought for a moment, he doubted that Potter would sit next to the girl and he wasn't too fond of Pansy trying to flirt with him the entire time they were in class. So he sat down next to her, in the chair Potter would normally have taken. She gave him a surprised look but he just smiled back.
The professors entered the classroom in a swirl of blue and white lights. Their attention immediately turned to Paris and Draco who were talking animatedly. Phoebe smiled at the sight; she had witnessed her daughter exit the Great Hall upset. She was going to follow her daughter before she saw the young Slitherin boy follow after her. She had given a questioning look at Leo who had been smiling stupidly as he watched the boy. Phoebe guessed that there might be something going on between the two. She remembered the first day of class and how the two had just sat and stared at each other.
The four walked over to the desk where the girl sat. The two students turned their attention to their teachers. All four had concerned faces.
"Yeah?" Paris asked her family.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Her mother asked.
Paris thought for a moment and replied. "No, but I think I'll be okay."
Phoebe just nodded in understanding; her daughter was strong and didn't want to be coddled. That was one of the many things that Phoebe admired in her daughter. Phoebe smiled at Mr. Malfoy. "It's nice to see you Mr. Malfoy."
"Professor." Malfoy nodded in respect.
The teachers left the two alone to continue their conversation. When they were out of hearing range from the two teenagers, Paige was the first to voice her question. "Does our little Paris have a boyfriend?" She smiled.
Leo shrugged. "I don't think they're that close yet, but they seem to have some attraction toward each other."
"I'm confused," Piper began "From what I've heard Draco Malfoy is a little shit but at the moment he doesn't seem like one."
"Yeah, I've talked with Oliver and he told me how annoying the Slytherin was. Even he admitted that there was something going on with him lately. He was surprised to see him smiling that day when the two entered the Great Hall arm in arm." Paige said.
"Maybe he's had a change of heart." Phoebe stated.
"Maybe." Piper replied.
Before they could discuss the subject further the students began to enter the classroom. Each professor noticed the stares Paris and Draco received, but the two paid no attention. They seem to be in their own little world.
Wyatt entered the classroom in a splash of light and took a seat beside Ginny. The two shared this class with the six years as well as some of their fellow fifth years. When he took his seat he was surprised to see Paris sitting next to Draco Malfoy. From all Wyatt had heard of the guy, he wasn't someone to hang around with. Wyatt wanted to say something but class had begun; he would have to have a talk with Malfoy later.
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Classes were over and Wyatt was in search of Malfoy. He had watched the older boy from a distance with his cousin. Wyatt was surprised that Paris was even hanging out with the guy. He would have said something to Draco earlier in the day but he had stayed around Paris and he couldn't get the guy alone. Finally after dinner he had his chance. Wyatt thought of the blond hair Slytherin and orbed to the boy. He was amused at the surprised look on Malfoy's face when Wyatt entered the Slytherin common room.
Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's two lackeys, and the other Slytherins looked like they were on the verge of attacking him so he froze each person except for Malfoy. Satisfied with his element of surprise he glared at Draco. "Now," Wyatt began but was rudely interrupted.
"Bloody hell what are you doing here?" Malfoy questioned the Gryffindor.
"I'm the one asking the questions Malfoy." Wyatt stated and began. "What are you thinking hanging around with my cousin?"
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the younger student. "That is none of your business."
Wyatt didn't like that answer so he looked around the room. He found a painting of a man with long blond hair and sharp facial features. With a twist of the wrists the painting exploded. "Tell me." Wyatt said.
Malfoy sighed; he didn't want this git to destroy the common room. "No one else was."
The answer caused Wyatt's brow to furrow in confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Draco couldn't believe how dense the bloke was. Did he even notice that Paris was being ignored by the whole school, well except some of the Slytherins? They were family weren't they? Wasn't that supposed to mean something? "It means figure it out you; asswhole." Draco sneered, and with that Draco walked toward the common room door and left Wyatt standing in the Slytherin room dumbfounded.
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Paris looked out at the trail that lead to the Quidditch field, and smiled as she saw a figure coming toward her. She knew who it was; Draco. She had been waiting for him; he was going to teach her how to fly. She remembered he had told her about Quidditch try outs that started in a few weeks. Paris would love to try out as soon as she learned how to fly; maybe she would make the team. It seemed like a fun game to play the way Draco had explained it. He had told her the roles of the players, the keeper, seeker, beater, and chaser. She liked the idea of being a beater. She slowly drifted out of the Quidditch thoughts as Draco walked up beside her. Her stomach began to do flip flops. She was beginning to feel something for the blond guy. It had all started the day she had accidentally thrown him to the ground on the Quidditch field while she had been working out. When he had asked if she wanted flying lessons she was quick to say yes for two reasons: One: spend time with the Slytherin hottie. Two: learn to fly a broom. The day she had admitted to herself that she had a crush was today. When he had been the only one to hang around her the whole day, and the way he had comforted her when she was crying in the hallway. She knew that many of the girls in the Slytherin house wanted the well known Malfoy for themselves. He was one of Hogwarts most eligible boyfriends and needless to say Paris Turner wanted the one to herself.
"Alright," Paris began her eyes looking at Malfoy's broom. "What's first?"
Malfoy himself had been looking forward to this occasion as well. The Gryffindor had somehow made him feel all romantic. He would never admit that the girl had such an effect on him though. He didn't want to look like a complete git. But he couldn't help think that being a complete git just to spend some time with her was worth every stupid act.
"I thought I'd give you a ride first so you can see what it's like." Draco replied.
Paris nodded, and Draco held out his broom throwing one leg over it and straddling it. He motioned for Paris to sit in the front. She did so and soon found herself very close to Draco. Her back seemed to have been made to lie against his chest. His arms were around her, with his hands grasping the broom, unintentionally very close to the inside of her legs. When Paris realized this she couldn't help but wonder if he had done it on purpose, but she wasn't going to tell him to move them.
"Ready?" He asked. His hot breathe brushed against her ear sending tingles of arousal up and down her spine.
She nodded again, and the broom descended into mid air. Draco heard her let out a surprised gasp as they took off. They ascended into the air at a fast speed, the ground becoming very blurry below them. Paris guessed they were very high up in the air. The wind kissed her face the faster the broom went. Draco did flips, quick turns, and other flabbergasting tricks each causing Paris to sound out in glee. It was a wonderful feeling being on a broom. It was so free. There was nothing in your way and you could go as high as the sky would let you. Soon they found themselves in the mists of vapor that were the clouds of the night. They slowed down and both examined their surroundings.
Paris smiled. "No wonder you like it so much." Her eyes gazing at the ever shinning moon.
"It is rather pleasant isn't it?" He smiled.
"It's" Paris trailed off thinking of how to describe it; she couldn't find one "indescribable."
The two were silent for a minute, both enjoying the others company. After a while Draco brought the broom closer to the earth and he began to explain how to control the broom. Paris listened intently as he described the different techniques. When he finished his lesson he gave Paris full control of the broom.
"Hold on." She told him, and she zipped at the speed of light up into the air. She felt Draco's arms encircle her waist so he wouldn't fall off. She did quick turns and a few flips but they were all done at a quicker pace than what he had done.
"Am I going to fast for you?" She asked loudly.
Draco just tightened his grip. "No!" He replied back honestly.
She continued at a high speed for awhile then returned back toward the ground. She smiled happily to herself. "Okay, your turn."
Draco placed his hands back on the broom, again unintentionally very close to her. Paris put her hands over his. Needless to say she wanted him to make a move. All that speaking into her ear with his warm breath had made her all tingly inside. She had thought that maybe her fast flight would clam her down but it only made it worse. She leaned in deeper to his chest, which did not go unnoticed by Draco.
"Tell me when." He said.
"When." She replied with a smile, and he took off again into the night sky. At the angle they were in Paris' body began to rub against him in more than one area because of the tilt of the broom. And when he dived his body pushed her close to his hands. He had finally realized where his hands were placed when he heard a soft moan escape the girl's lips. He could hardly help the smirk on his face, and being the naughty boy that he was he flew higher into the sky. When he got as high as he could go he did another dive. This time his hands pressed against her firmer than the last. He tilted the broom more so the effect would become greater. He knew it was doing something to her when he felt her head rest on the area between his shoulder and neck, and her warm breath in his ear sent sparks fly inside his body. Paris could feel something hard behind her and a small smile crossed her lips. ^^He's doing this on purpose.^^ When the dive ended and the broom got into its normal vertical position they just stayed in their current stance for a few minutes. Paris' breathe slowly came back to its normal pace. He had made a move and she now made her own.
She turned her body slightly causing pressure on the manhood behind her. She heard a little groan from the blond as she moved. "That was fun." She stated. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked.
Draco who had not fully recovered from their "flying" experience let out a breathy 'yes'.
Paris smiled. "Good see you then." And with that she shimmered back to her room with a huge smile painted on his face.
Back in the Quidditch field Draco had regained his composure and was in a state of shock. She had left him still wanting. He groaned in displeasure at what she just did. But slowly a smirk crossed his face as he remembered her last few words. They were going to do this again tomorrow night, and next time she wasn't getting away so easily. Draco got off of his broom, and walked back into the school.
As the blonde Slytherin walked away, a figure in the shadows emerged. It was a young man, a little older than the two who he had just watched. The man sneered as he had watched the two, the same sneer on his face as he watched the boy leave. A whisper escaped his lips "Bad move little Malfoy. Very bad move."
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Chapter Four: Same Time Tomorrow
Paris felt the eyes of her fellow students upon her as she entered the Great Hall alone. Wyatt hadn't come with her because he still wasn't ready. That didn't disappoint her because she knew it had nothing to do about what and who she was. He loved her no matter what; they were family. What disappointed Paris was the fact that Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione had gotten ready early and were already in the hall. Paris knew they didn't trust her. Somehow she couldn't blame them; they had a right to their own opinions, even if they were wrong.
She took her usual seat at the Gryffindor table, and smiled to her friends. She noticed their blank faces but pretended not to notice. She just continued to smile. "So what's up?"
No one said a word. Paris wished they would at least fake a smile, or say something; anything, as long as they said a word. She felt uncomfortable as she ate her food in silence. She could tell that they stared at her when she wasn't looking, and she could hear the whispers from further down the table. She rolled her eyes and sighed. ^^Why me?^^ She thought. ^^Why?^^ She wanted them to just go back to how it was; their friendliness and smiles. But now all she got were stares and blank faces.
Paris took a deep breath and counted to ten. She excused herself and shimmered out of the Great Hall as quick as possible. She found herself in the hallway and sat against the stone wall her knees to her chest and head buried in her arms. Tears began to flow from her brown eyes. She began to sob, and they got louder as the time passed.
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Draco had watched when Paris had entered the room, and received the stares and soft mummers. He couldn't help but feel badly. He continued to watch her so called friends not say a word to her as she tried to be friendly. After a while he didn't want to watch her anymore. He felt sorry for her, and that was a new feeling for him. So he just stared at his plate and ate. After about five minutes passed, he couldn't help but look her way again. He searched around her table with his gray eyes to see that she had left. He couldn't blame her. He wouldn't want to stay with those gits any longer than necessary.
For the first time in his life Draco truly felt sorry for someone, and was compelled to make that person feel better. So he did the unthinkable, he left the Great Hall and wandered the hallways. He knew she hadn't gone too far. He walked around for a few minutes until he began to hear the sound of someone crying. He walked toward the sound and soon found himself standing near Paris curled up against the wall crying her heart out.
Now Draco Malfoy wasn't the most sensitive person in the world. But for some reason he couldn't explain he found sitting down next to the balling girl. He tentatively put his hand on her shoulder lightly, and only then did she notice that someone was there. Her face met Draco's and he could she that her face was flushed from all of her tears. Then to the surprise of Malfoy, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug and began to cry into his chest. His eyes widened in surprise. He had never had anything like this ever happen in his life. Of course he had seen girls' cry but never had he let one cry on him. And to his utter shock he found himself cooing softly in her ear and patting her back lightly.
"I never wanted them to know." She whimpered into his chest.
Draco nodded even though she couldn't see the gesture; he didn't know what to say. Amazed at his own reaction he found himself blurting out "I'm sorry."
She shook her head which was no longer buried in his chest. "I don't want pity." Paris stated.
Draco furrowed his brow in confusion. Why not pity the girl? After all she had been exposed in front of the whole school. Didn't she want someone to feel sorry for her? But it slowly hit him that she thought pity was a wasted emotion. To pity someone was all well and good but it didn't help them if you just felt sorry. She didn't need that what she needed was a person who would be understanding but wouldn't be easy on her because she went through something horrible. He admired her for that; many others would feel the exact opposite. She was strong and she didn't want to be seen as otherwise.
"What happened to you last night?" He asked changing the subject.
"Troll." She said.
"Troll? There was a troll in the school last night?" He asked in surprised. He hadn't seen any troll going toward the school while he was out in the field. He guessed that it must have come in from the other side.
"Yeah. When I shimmered back from my meeting with my dad I found Wyatt, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all standing in front of this huge troll. So I fireballed it's ass." She stated, he could hear a hint of satisfaction in her voice as she told him that she had killed the being.
"Did you get into trouble?" He questioned her.
Paris frowned. "Snape had some smart ass remark, so I told him off and shimmered into my room."
"Oh," Draco wanted to say something else but was stirring up the courage to do so. After a minute of silence he finally did. "Will you make it tonight?" he cursed himself for sounding so desperate, but he really wanted to teacher her, or rather spend some time with her. It was a weird situation, the more he saw her the more he wanted to see her.
Paris smiled. "I wouldn't miss it if a thousand trolls snuck into the school."
The two gave a little laugh at the comment. Draco was surprised that it felt so good to laugh; it was such a wonderful feeling. He wondered why he didn't do it more often. Then it hit him, because he wasn't supposed to act that way. He was to be sour, rude and no sense of humor except if it was on someone else's behalf. As he thought this the memory of what Pansy had said earlier played into his mind. The thoughts were silenced when Paris stood up and brushed herself off. She held out a hand to help him up, which he surprisingly took.
"We better get to DADA class." Paris told him. "Mom would be pissed if I was late."
Draco nodded, but replied. "I'm sure she would understand if you were."
"I don't want to be treated differently." Paris stated.
Again Draco nodded, and he suppressed a smile, something that was quite uncommon for him. He held out his arm to her to grasp, and she took it. "Shall we go then?"
A playful smile crossed Paris' lips. "I know shortcut."
"Show me." He replied and in an instant he felt the hallway disappear as the empty DADA classroom came into view. He stood still for a moment in shock.
Paris looked at Draco with worry. "Draco? Are you okay?"
He smiled. "That was fun." He said it like a child who had just gotten a wonderful gift for Christmas.
Paris just giggled and sat down in her normal seat. Draco thought for a moment, he doubted that Potter would sit next to the girl and he wasn't too fond of Pansy trying to flirt with him the entire time they were in class. So he sat down next to her, in the chair Potter would normally have taken. She gave him a surprised look but he just smiled back.
The professors entered the classroom in a swirl of blue and white lights. Their attention immediately turned to Paris and Draco who were talking animatedly. Phoebe smiled at the sight; she had witnessed her daughter exit the Great Hall upset. She was going to follow her daughter before she saw the young Slitherin boy follow after her. She had given a questioning look at Leo who had been smiling stupidly as he watched the boy. Phoebe guessed that there might be something going on between the two. She remembered the first day of class and how the two had just sat and stared at each other.
The four walked over to the desk where the girl sat. The two students turned their attention to their teachers. All four had concerned faces.
"Yeah?" Paris asked her family.
"Are you okay sweetie?" Her mother asked.
Paris thought for a moment and replied. "No, but I think I'll be okay."
Phoebe just nodded in understanding; her daughter was strong and didn't want to be coddled. That was one of the many things that Phoebe admired in her daughter. Phoebe smiled at Mr. Malfoy. "It's nice to see you Mr. Malfoy."
"Professor." Malfoy nodded in respect.
The teachers left the two alone to continue their conversation. When they were out of hearing range from the two teenagers, Paige was the first to voice her question. "Does our little Paris have a boyfriend?" She smiled.
Leo shrugged. "I don't think they're that close yet, but they seem to have some attraction toward each other."
"I'm confused," Piper began "From what I've heard Draco Malfoy is a little shit but at the moment he doesn't seem like one."
"Yeah, I've talked with Oliver and he told me how annoying the Slytherin was. Even he admitted that there was something going on with him lately. He was surprised to see him smiling that day when the two entered the Great Hall arm in arm." Paige said.
"Maybe he's had a change of heart." Phoebe stated.
"Maybe." Piper replied.
Before they could discuss the subject further the students began to enter the classroom. Each professor noticed the stares Paris and Draco received, but the two paid no attention. They seem to be in their own little world.
Wyatt entered the classroom in a splash of light and took a seat beside Ginny. The two shared this class with the six years as well as some of their fellow fifth years. When he took his seat he was surprised to see Paris sitting next to Draco Malfoy. From all Wyatt had heard of the guy, he wasn't someone to hang around with. Wyatt wanted to say something but class had begun; he would have to have a talk with Malfoy later.
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Classes were over and Wyatt was in search of Malfoy. He had watched the older boy from a distance with his cousin. Wyatt was surprised that Paris was even hanging out with the guy. He would have said something to Draco earlier in the day but he had stayed around Paris and he couldn't get the guy alone. Finally after dinner he had his chance. Wyatt thought of the blond hair Slytherin and orbed to the boy. He was amused at the surprised look on Malfoy's face when Wyatt entered the Slytherin common room.
Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's two lackeys, and the other Slytherins looked like they were on the verge of attacking him so he froze each person except for Malfoy. Satisfied with his element of surprise he glared at Draco. "Now," Wyatt began but was rudely interrupted.
"Bloody hell what are you doing here?" Malfoy questioned the Gryffindor.
"I'm the one asking the questions Malfoy." Wyatt stated and began. "What are you thinking hanging around with my cousin?"
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the younger student. "That is none of your business."
Wyatt didn't like that answer so he looked around the room. He found a painting of a man with long blond hair and sharp facial features. With a twist of the wrists the painting exploded. "Tell me." Wyatt said.
Malfoy sighed; he didn't want this git to destroy the common room. "No one else was."
The answer caused Wyatt's brow to furrow in confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Draco couldn't believe how dense the bloke was. Did he even notice that Paris was being ignored by the whole school, well except some of the Slytherins? They were family weren't they? Wasn't that supposed to mean something? "It means figure it out you; asswhole." Draco sneered, and with that Draco walked toward the common room door and left Wyatt standing in the Slytherin room dumbfounded.
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Paris looked out at the trail that lead to the Quidditch field, and smiled as she saw a figure coming toward her. She knew who it was; Draco. She had been waiting for him; he was going to teach her how to fly. She remembered he had told her about Quidditch try outs that started in a few weeks. Paris would love to try out as soon as she learned how to fly; maybe she would make the team. It seemed like a fun game to play the way Draco had explained it. He had told her the roles of the players, the keeper, seeker, beater, and chaser. She liked the idea of being a beater. She slowly drifted out of the Quidditch thoughts as Draco walked up beside her. Her stomach began to do flip flops. She was beginning to feel something for the blond guy. It had all started the day she had accidentally thrown him to the ground on the Quidditch field while she had been working out. When he had asked if she wanted flying lessons she was quick to say yes for two reasons: One: spend time with the Slytherin hottie. Two: learn to fly a broom. The day she had admitted to herself that she had a crush was today. When he had been the only one to hang around her the whole day, and the way he had comforted her when she was crying in the hallway. She knew that many of the girls in the Slytherin house wanted the well known Malfoy for themselves. He was one of Hogwarts most eligible boyfriends and needless to say Paris Turner wanted the one to herself.
"Alright," Paris began her eyes looking at Malfoy's broom. "What's first?"
Malfoy himself had been looking forward to this occasion as well. The Gryffindor had somehow made him feel all romantic. He would never admit that the girl had such an effect on him though. He didn't want to look like a complete git. But he couldn't help think that being a complete git just to spend some time with her was worth every stupid act.
"I thought I'd give you a ride first so you can see what it's like." Draco replied.
Paris nodded, and Draco held out his broom throwing one leg over it and straddling it. He motioned for Paris to sit in the front. She did so and soon found herself very close to Draco. Her back seemed to have been made to lie against his chest. His arms were around her, with his hands grasping the broom, unintentionally very close to the inside of her legs. When Paris realized this she couldn't help but wonder if he had done it on purpose, but she wasn't going to tell him to move them.
"Ready?" He asked. His hot breathe brushed against her ear sending tingles of arousal up and down her spine.
She nodded again, and the broom descended into mid air. Draco heard her let out a surprised gasp as they took off. They ascended into the air at a fast speed, the ground becoming very blurry below them. Paris guessed they were very high up in the air. The wind kissed her face the faster the broom went. Draco did flips, quick turns, and other flabbergasting tricks each causing Paris to sound out in glee. It was a wonderful feeling being on a broom. It was so free. There was nothing in your way and you could go as high as the sky would let you. Soon they found themselves in the mists of vapor that were the clouds of the night. They slowed down and both examined their surroundings.
Paris smiled. "No wonder you like it so much." Her eyes gazing at the ever shinning moon.
"It is rather pleasant isn't it?" He smiled.
"It's" Paris trailed off thinking of how to describe it; she couldn't find one "indescribable."
The two were silent for a minute, both enjoying the others company. After a while Draco brought the broom closer to the earth and he began to explain how to control the broom. Paris listened intently as he described the different techniques. When he finished his lesson he gave Paris full control of the broom.
"Hold on." She told him, and she zipped at the speed of light up into the air. She felt Draco's arms encircle her waist so he wouldn't fall off. She did quick turns and a few flips but they were all done at a quicker pace than what he had done.
"Am I going to fast for you?" She asked loudly.
Draco just tightened his grip. "No!" He replied back honestly.
She continued at a high speed for awhile then returned back toward the ground. She smiled happily to herself. "Okay, your turn."
Draco placed his hands back on the broom, again unintentionally very close to her. Paris put her hands over his. Needless to say she wanted him to make a move. All that speaking into her ear with his warm breath had made her all tingly inside. She had thought that maybe her fast flight would clam her down but it only made it worse. She leaned in deeper to his chest, which did not go unnoticed by Draco.
"Tell me when." He said.
"When." She replied with a smile, and he took off again into the night sky. At the angle they were in Paris' body began to rub against him in more than one area because of the tilt of the broom. And when he dived his body pushed her close to his hands. He had finally realized where his hands were placed when he heard a soft moan escape the girl's lips. He could hardly help the smirk on his face, and being the naughty boy that he was he flew higher into the sky. When he got as high as he could go he did another dive. This time his hands pressed against her firmer than the last. He tilted the broom more so the effect would become greater. He knew it was doing something to her when he felt her head rest on the area between his shoulder and neck, and her warm breath in his ear sent sparks fly inside his body. Paris could feel something hard behind her and a small smile crossed her lips. ^^He's doing this on purpose.^^ When the dive ended and the broom got into its normal vertical position they just stayed in their current stance for a few minutes. Paris' breathe slowly came back to its normal pace. He had made a move and she now made her own.
She turned her body slightly causing pressure on the manhood behind her. She heard a little groan from the blond as she moved. "That was fun." She stated. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked.
Draco who had not fully recovered from their "flying" experience let out a breathy 'yes'.
Paris smiled. "Good see you then." And with that she shimmered back to her room with a huge smile painted on his face.
Back in the Quidditch field Draco had regained his composure and was in a state of shock. She had left him still wanting. He groaned in displeasure at what she just did. But slowly a smirk crossed his face as he remembered her last few words. They were going to do this again tomorrow night, and next time she wasn't getting away so easily. Draco got off of his broom, and walked back into the school.
As the blonde Slytherin walked away, a figure in the shadows emerged. It was a young man, a little older than the two who he had just watched. The man sneered as he had watched the two, the same sneer on his face as he watched the boy leave. A whisper escaped his lips "Bad move little Malfoy. Very bad move."
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