A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic. This is also a Draco centric story,
but there are some parts w/ the Boy Who Freaking Lived, and his little
gang. Heh, I'm kind of mad at the HP movie people. They took my dear sweet
Oliver Wood out of the 3rd movie, so I'm focusing on Draco now. If you want
to offer some constructive criticism, feel free, but flames just piss me
off. And I'm on the lookout for a beta.....
There's a lot of innuendo in the story and some swearing, so tell me if I should change the rating. I don't think I'll have too, though. I could be wrong. You never know. Well, sometimes you do. ANYWAY, these- [ and ] mean they are a thought. So, for example, if Draco was thinking Whoa, you would see [Whoa.] Got it? Is there Winterfresh gum in England? You'll understand once you read it, I'm not completely off topic...
Disclaimer: Yeah, right. If I owned Harry Potter, I sure as hell wouldn't be wasting my time here. No offence :-)
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Draco Malfoy sat and stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Crabbe and Goyle, his 'friends', were sitting across from him, each holding massive amounts of sweets in their hands.
"You want some?" Crabbe said, extending a package of Chocolate Frogs. Actually, it came out more like "Oo wa um?" because his mouth was filled with candy. Draco sneered at the Moron twins, then turned back to the window. The train had just started moving, and he was already lost in his thoughts.
He was quickly brought away from them, however, when the door to the compartment opened. Draco was just about to give some snide remark when he heard a voice he didn't recognize.
"Uh, hi. Can I sit with you guys? The rest are full." Draco turned around to see a young woman, blonde hair falling down her shoulders, standing at the door. And she wasn't in school robes. Her red sleeveless turtleneck was tight, and her jeans were tighter. She looked a little frazzled. The thing that puzzled him most, however, was her voice- she had an American accent.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Sod off." He said, standing up. They started to protest, but Draco shot them a glare that would have frozen magma. They got up, taking their candy with them.
"I'm sorry-those two are dolts," he said. He moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her close. He put an arm around her waist and their faces were inches from each other. She raised an eyebrow, then stepped back a hair. They were still close, and Draco could smell her mint shampoo.
"Slow down, hot rod. Do you have a name?"
"You can call me anything you want." Draco said, giving a small smirk.
She stepped closer, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Oh, I know. But I just don't think it'd be appropriate walking around school calling you Stallion, now would it?"
Draco's mouth dropped open upon hearing these words. But soon his lips formed that winning smile of his. He stepped back again, and said, "Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Draco, huh? That's my brother's name." She answered, sitting down on the seat. He took the place next to her.
"Is it now?"
"Nope." She smiled at his furrowed brow. "I don't have a brother. I have a sister."
"Uh...ok. So, what's your name, or should I just call you vixen from now on?" he said, getting back in the game.
She let out a small laugh and replied, "I'm Erin Jones. And I'm not lying this time."
"So, where are you from, Erin Jones? I can tell you're not from around here," he said, referring to her accent.
"I'm not, am I?" She said, this time with a perfect British accent.
[OK, now I'm really confused.] Draco thought. "Oh. So you ARE from-" he was cut off by her snicker.
"You're gullible. I like that."
"I'm not usually," he said, confused again. This was killing him. He was being out-done by a girl he was trying to bed. [What the hell is wrong with me?] "So, Miss-Confuse-The-Shit-Out-of-Me," she laughed, "Where are you from?"
"Los Angeles, California. I'm an exchange student, of sorts."
"Oh, so you're the little surprise my father was talking about." He supposed, finally understanding.
"You've heard about me, have you?" She replied, scooting closer. Their faces were once again centimeters close to each other.
"Only by eavesdropping. I heard him talking to one of his friends. He didn't say anything in particular," he said, looking deep into her blue eyes with his silver-gray ones.
"Good. I want you to find out for yourself." She whispered in his ear before pulling away once again. And again, his mouth was left agape.
"So, Mr. Draco Malfoy. Tell me about yourself." Erin swung her long legs over his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. [This is fun,] she thought.
"Well, um..." he began. [Pull yourself together, man!] "I'm a Slytherin. And I'm, uh..." He paused as he noticed that his hand was resting on her thighs. He could've sworn his blood pressure spiked right then and there.
"Yes?" She whispered, well, more purred into his ear.
"I'm a seeker." He finally got it out. [This is not good, man. Turn that Malfoy charm on, will you?]
She sat back a little and he felt his temperature lower. "Really? I was a chaser back home. You on the lookout for one?"
[Hey, what happened to the sexiness?] "I'm always on the lookout for," he paused and looked her over, "Talent. You want to be a Slytherin?"
"You're one, aren't you?" He nodded. "Then sure."
He smirked, then leaned in to kiss her. Surprising him, she pulled away and put her finger to his lips. "Uh-uh. Not now."
Draco looked hurt and confused again. "Uh...ok. So, uh, Erin, tell me about yourself."
She sat back like a normal person now. It was her turn to look nervous. "Me? Oh, I'm nothing special."
"Nothing special my ass. Spill it, vixen."
"Uh, alright. I grew up in LA...um, I would hang out with everyone I could. Guess you could say I'm a people person." She thought she heard Draco mutter something about, 'No shit', but wasn't sure.
"C'mon now, you must have some deep, dark secret." He said it as a joke, but Erin stared blankly straight into his eyes. But as soon as the grin had left her face, it was back again.
"You've found me out, Draco. I...I.... I love peas!" She cried out, putting her head in her hands in a fake sob. The two laughed at this 'confession', but were stopped when a young man of 18 slid open the compartment door. He had emerald green eyes and messy hair.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco sneered.
"I heard a yell...I came to see what it was, Ferretboy." He retorted. But his eyes were brought away from Draco's gray eyes to the girl sitting next to him.
"Always have to be the hero, don't you, Potter?" Draco spit out his name like it was an earwax flavored jelly bean.
Harry ignored this comment. "Who are you?" he asked, dumbstruck for a moment.
"Erin Jones. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand and he shook it.
"If you're done, Potter?" Harry turned away and walked back to the compartment where Ron and Hermione sat.
"Well? Malfoy torturing another innocent life?" Ron asked when Harry stepped back in.
"Surprisingly, no. They were laughing when I came in."
"They? Malfoy doesn't laugh with Crabbe and Goyle."
"No, there was a girl in there. Erin Jones..." he trailed off, thinking about her. "She had blonde hair...and I think she's an American." He stated.
Ron and Hermione both looked surprised until she spoke up. "Well, whatever, we'll meet her when we get back to school."
Back in Draco's compartment, Erin popped a stick of gum in her mouth. And then another.
"You sure like Winterfresh, don't you?" Draco said as she popped a third and forth piece into her mouth.
"One just isn't enough. The flavor lasts longer this way. You want a piece?" She extended the pack of blue gum to him. He waved it off.
"So, what's it like in America? I've never been there."
"It's really great. But it's really not that much different from England, except here you have history coming out your ears." They both laughed and continued their conversation until the train stopped. The pair stepped off the train, and Draco was about to lead Erin to one of the horseless carriages when he heard her name being called by Professor Snape.
"I have to go, Draco. I'll see you up at the castle." Erin let go of the hand she was holding and pushed her way though to Snape.
Draco shrugged and got into a carriage. As soon as he sat down, to his extreme displeasure, Crabbe and Goyle entered. And to top it all off, Pansy Parkinson came in and sat on Draco's lap. He groaned, then pushed her onto the floor.
"Hey! What was that for, sweetie?" She asked as she pushed up from the floor.
"Leave me alone, Pansy."
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Up at the castle, the students filed in. Draco took a seat across from Crabbe, and next to Goyle. He was trying to avoid Pansy the pug, but it was impossible. She was like a leach. She sat down beside the disgusted Draco and tried to snuggle up. This was prevented, however, by Draco putting his foot on the seat next to him.
"If I may have your attention, please," Professor Dumbledore said, standing up at the head table.
"I wish to welcome you all to Hogwarts this year. I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden, hence the name. And I have a special treat this year. I have decided to take in an exchange student this year, from America. She comes from the Los Angeles School for The Gifted, and is a very talented witch. I would like you all to welcome Erin Jones to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, pointing toward the young woman standing at the end of the table. She waved and smiled at the immense load of people staring at her.
"Because she will be spending the rest of the year with us, she must be sorted. Professor McGonnagall, if you please?" McGonnagall nodded and pulled out the Sorting Hat. It sang its little song, and then fell quiet as the school clapped and cheered.
"Erin, come put on the hat now." Erin moved towards the stool, an extremely tense look on her face. She sat down, and the older woman put the hat on her head.
Draco was waiting anxiously for the hat to spit out its answer. After what seemed an eternity, the hat opened at the stitches. "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table erupted in applause. Draco just sat stunned. The foot he had been using to save her seat fell to the ground, and Pansy scooted on over again and begun stroking his hair. He smacked her hand away. Erin seemed a little upset as well, seeing that she wasn't put in his house.
"The girl that was flirting with Malfoy is going to be in OUR house?" Ron said, upset. Harry didn't answer, which was owing to the fact he was staring intently at the blonde walking toward their table. He watched as she mouthed 'Sorry' to Draco, then immediately felt his face flush when she walked up to him.
"Hi. Can I sit here?" Harry scooted over and she sat down. "Well, you know who I am, who are you?" She asked, confident as ever. Introductions went around.
When she came to Ron, instead of saying his name, he yelled, "So, what were you doing with Malfoy in the compartment, eh? I'll have you know he's bedded every single girl in his house."
She looked stunned at his response. And the rest of the people sitting around were, too, seeing as they didn't say a word.
Slowly she began. "Well, I can see why they would have done that. Trust me; I have no intention of sleeping with Draco, not yet at least. And, so you know, that is none of your damn business. Pass the salt, will ya, Hermione?" She changed tones in the blink of an eye. Hermione passed it to her, and then turned to stare at Ron.
He sat with a surprised look on his face, and then began to quietly eat his mashed potatoes.
Back at the Slytherin table, Draco dug into his food, but didn't eat anything. "What's the matter, Drakey? You haven't touched your food," Pansy said, stroking his blonde hair. He had stopped gelling it, and it now hung loose by his ear.
"Sod off Parkinson." He grabbed a roll and pushed away from the table. Stalking off, he kept his eyes on Erin, who was laughing with his arch nemesis.
Erin turned, still laughing, to see Draco angrily leaving the Great Hall. He was the first to leave. She stopped giggling and followed him out.
"Draco! Draco, wait up!" She called after him, catching the 6' 2" young man as he started up the steps. "What's with the disappearing act?" Erin rested her hand on his, which was poised on the stone railing.
"I'm....just a little upset. You've been sorted into the house of my worst enemies."
"Enemies? You're 17 years old, how the hell could you have enemies?" She asked, taken aback at his 'reason'.
"Potter and Weasley have been my rivals since 1st year. I tried to help Potter out, and he went and threw it in my face." Draco sighed and sat on the first step. Erin sat down next to him and started rubbing his back. His head was in his hands.
"And Weasley hates me because of my family name. I've tried to be nicer lately, but they don't want to hear it."
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I have to make the best of what I've got. Hermione told me that most of our classes are together. There's no sense in being at odds with the people you have to spend the year with. And if it makes you feel any better, Ron thinks you're trying to bed me. He seems to hate me for that."
"He does, does he? I never thought him to be that smart." Draco turned his face up to the young blonde and smirked at her stunned expression.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Depends. Is it working?" She nodded. "Then of course I am. No one can resist the Malfoy charm."
Draco slowly leaned in to kiss her. And this time she seemed like she was going to go along with it, until Harry, Ron and Hermione exited the Great Hall and Ron exclaimed, "I KNEW IT!"
The two quickly split apart. [Dammit. So close.] Draco thought. Erin, however, scoffed. "You knew what, Ron? Huh? WHAT?" She yelled at him, causing the 4 other people's eyes to go wide. Ron, on the other hand, was ready.
"I knew you and Malfoy were doing something! Watch, next thing you know you'll be in his bed."
"Shut up, will you! Contrary to what you may think, not everyone from the U.S. is a whore. I don't go around sleeping with the first person I see. So do me a favor and stay the HELL away from me," Erin screamed back. She grabbed Draco's hand and stomped up the stairs until they got to the second floor. Downstairs, Ron stood fuming as Harry and Hermione tried to hush down the crowds standing outside the hall, who had just witnessed the entire scene.
"Whoa," Draco said, once Erin stopped moving. She sat down on the step and flopped back onto the granite. "That was...amazing."
"Where's your dorm, Draco? I don't think I can show my face in the Gryffindor common room for at least a day."
"I'll be forced to agree with that. Come with me." He led her down another flight of steps and down to the dungeons. "Fizzing Whizbees." The portrait opened and Draco and Erin stepped inside.
"Fizzing Whizbees?"
"Something that no one would guess would be our password. Come one, I'll show you my room."
The 4 poster bed that was his was covered in forest green sheets. His pillow was silver, and his trunk was perched at the end of the bed.
"It's wonderful. I love it." Erin collapsed on his bed. "And so soft." Draco smirked and sat next to her.
"Glad you like it. But it is MY bed." He smiled a genuine smile and stroked the back of her hand. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's, just, back home we were judged on who we hung out with, not who we were. I thought it would be different here. I guess I was wrong. I bet I've successfully got the entire Gryffindor tower in an uproar." She sniffled, then sat up to face the young man staring back at her. "Tell me you're different, Draco. Please."
He grinned, then attempted to kiss her again. This time they weren't interrupted, and their lips met and held for a few seconds. They separated, and both smiled at each other. Draco fell back onto the bed, and Erin cuddled up to his chest. She smiled and they fell asleep, their breathing synchronized.
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Well? What do you think? Its long, for my standards....8 whole pages! Please R&R!
There's a lot of innuendo in the story and some swearing, so tell me if I should change the rating. I don't think I'll have too, though. I could be wrong. You never know. Well, sometimes you do. ANYWAY, these- [ and ] mean they are a thought. So, for example, if Draco was thinking Whoa, you would see [Whoa.] Got it? Is there Winterfresh gum in England? You'll understand once you read it, I'm not completely off topic...
Disclaimer: Yeah, right. If I owned Harry Potter, I sure as hell wouldn't be wasting my time here. No offence :-)
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Draco Malfoy sat and stared out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Crabbe and Goyle, his 'friends', were sitting across from him, each holding massive amounts of sweets in their hands.
"You want some?" Crabbe said, extending a package of Chocolate Frogs. Actually, it came out more like "Oo wa um?" because his mouth was filled with candy. Draco sneered at the Moron twins, then turned back to the window. The train had just started moving, and he was already lost in his thoughts.
He was quickly brought away from them, however, when the door to the compartment opened. Draco was just about to give some snide remark when he heard a voice he didn't recognize.
"Uh, hi. Can I sit with you guys? The rest are full." Draco turned around to see a young woman, blonde hair falling down her shoulders, standing at the door. And she wasn't in school robes. Her red sleeveless turtleneck was tight, and her jeans were tighter. She looked a little frazzled. The thing that puzzled him most, however, was her voice- she had an American accent.
"Crabbe, Goyle. Sod off." He said, standing up. They started to protest, but Draco shot them a glare that would have frozen magma. They got up, taking their candy with them.
"I'm sorry-those two are dolts," he said. He moved quickly, grabbing her hand and pulling her close. He put an arm around her waist and their faces were inches from each other. She raised an eyebrow, then stepped back a hair. They were still close, and Draco could smell her mint shampoo.
"Slow down, hot rod. Do you have a name?"
"You can call me anything you want." Draco said, giving a small smirk.
She stepped closer, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Oh, I know. But I just don't think it'd be appropriate walking around school calling you Stallion, now would it?"
Draco's mouth dropped open upon hearing these words. But soon his lips formed that winning smile of his. He stepped back again, and said, "Draco, Draco Malfoy."
"Draco, huh? That's my brother's name." She answered, sitting down on the seat. He took the place next to her.
"Is it now?"
"Nope." She smiled at his furrowed brow. "I don't have a brother. I have a sister."
"Uh...ok. So, what's your name, or should I just call you vixen from now on?" he said, getting back in the game.
She let out a small laugh and replied, "I'm Erin Jones. And I'm not lying this time."
"So, where are you from, Erin Jones? I can tell you're not from around here," he said, referring to her accent.
"I'm not, am I?" She said, this time with a perfect British accent.
[OK, now I'm really confused.] Draco thought. "Oh. So you ARE from-" he was cut off by her snicker.
"You're gullible. I like that."
"I'm not usually," he said, confused again. This was killing him. He was being out-done by a girl he was trying to bed. [What the hell is wrong with me?] "So, Miss-Confuse-The-Shit-Out-of-Me," she laughed, "Where are you from?"
"Los Angeles, California. I'm an exchange student, of sorts."
"Oh, so you're the little surprise my father was talking about." He supposed, finally understanding.
"You've heard about me, have you?" She replied, scooting closer. Their faces were once again centimeters close to each other.
"Only by eavesdropping. I heard him talking to one of his friends. He didn't say anything in particular," he said, looking deep into her blue eyes with his silver-gray ones.
"Good. I want you to find out for yourself." She whispered in his ear before pulling away once again. And again, his mouth was left agape.
"So, Mr. Draco Malfoy. Tell me about yourself." Erin swung her long legs over his, and wrapped her arms around his neck. [This is fun,] she thought.
"Well, um..." he began. [Pull yourself together, man!] "I'm a Slytherin. And I'm, uh..." He paused as he noticed that his hand was resting on her thighs. He could've sworn his blood pressure spiked right then and there.
"Yes?" She whispered, well, more purred into his ear.
"I'm a seeker." He finally got it out. [This is not good, man. Turn that Malfoy charm on, will you?]
She sat back a little and he felt his temperature lower. "Really? I was a chaser back home. You on the lookout for one?"
[Hey, what happened to the sexiness?] "I'm always on the lookout for," he paused and looked her over, "Talent. You want to be a Slytherin?"
"You're one, aren't you?" He nodded. "Then sure."
He smirked, then leaned in to kiss her. Surprising him, she pulled away and put her finger to his lips. "Uh-uh. Not now."
Draco looked hurt and confused again. "Uh...ok. So, uh, Erin, tell me about yourself."
She sat back like a normal person now. It was her turn to look nervous. "Me? Oh, I'm nothing special."
"Nothing special my ass. Spill it, vixen."
"Uh, alright. I grew up in LA...um, I would hang out with everyone I could. Guess you could say I'm a people person." She thought she heard Draco mutter something about, 'No shit', but wasn't sure.
"C'mon now, you must have some deep, dark secret." He said it as a joke, but Erin stared blankly straight into his eyes. But as soon as the grin had left her face, it was back again.
"You've found me out, Draco. I...I.... I love peas!" She cried out, putting her head in her hands in a fake sob. The two laughed at this 'confession', but were stopped when a young man of 18 slid open the compartment door. He had emerald green eyes and messy hair.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco sneered.
"I heard a yell...I came to see what it was, Ferretboy." He retorted. But his eyes were brought away from Draco's gray eyes to the girl sitting next to him.
"Always have to be the hero, don't you, Potter?" Draco spit out his name like it was an earwax flavored jelly bean.
Harry ignored this comment. "Who are you?" he asked, dumbstruck for a moment.
"Erin Jones. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand and he shook it.
"If you're done, Potter?" Harry turned away and walked back to the compartment where Ron and Hermione sat.
"Well? Malfoy torturing another innocent life?" Ron asked when Harry stepped back in.
"Surprisingly, no. They were laughing when I came in."
"They? Malfoy doesn't laugh with Crabbe and Goyle."
"No, there was a girl in there. Erin Jones..." he trailed off, thinking about her. "She had blonde hair...and I think she's an American." He stated.
Ron and Hermione both looked surprised until she spoke up. "Well, whatever, we'll meet her when we get back to school."
Back in Draco's compartment, Erin popped a stick of gum in her mouth. And then another.
"You sure like Winterfresh, don't you?" Draco said as she popped a third and forth piece into her mouth.
"One just isn't enough. The flavor lasts longer this way. You want a piece?" She extended the pack of blue gum to him. He waved it off.
"So, what's it like in America? I've never been there."
"It's really great. But it's really not that much different from England, except here you have history coming out your ears." They both laughed and continued their conversation until the train stopped. The pair stepped off the train, and Draco was about to lead Erin to one of the horseless carriages when he heard her name being called by Professor Snape.
"I have to go, Draco. I'll see you up at the castle." Erin let go of the hand she was holding and pushed her way though to Snape.
Draco shrugged and got into a carriage. As soon as he sat down, to his extreme displeasure, Crabbe and Goyle entered. And to top it all off, Pansy Parkinson came in and sat on Draco's lap. He groaned, then pushed her onto the floor.
"Hey! What was that for, sweetie?" She asked as she pushed up from the floor.
"Leave me alone, Pansy."
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Up at the castle, the students filed in. Draco took a seat across from Crabbe, and next to Goyle. He was trying to avoid Pansy the pug, but it was impossible. She was like a leach. She sat down beside the disgusted Draco and tried to snuggle up. This was prevented, however, by Draco putting his foot on the seat next to him.
"If I may have your attention, please," Professor Dumbledore said, standing up at the head table.
"I wish to welcome you all to Hogwarts this year. I would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is strictly forbidden, hence the name. And I have a special treat this year. I have decided to take in an exchange student this year, from America. She comes from the Los Angeles School for The Gifted, and is a very talented witch. I would like you all to welcome Erin Jones to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, pointing toward the young woman standing at the end of the table. She waved and smiled at the immense load of people staring at her.
"Because she will be spending the rest of the year with us, she must be sorted. Professor McGonnagall, if you please?" McGonnagall nodded and pulled out the Sorting Hat. It sang its little song, and then fell quiet as the school clapped and cheered.
"Erin, come put on the hat now." Erin moved towards the stool, an extremely tense look on her face. She sat down, and the older woman put the hat on her head.
Draco was waiting anxiously for the hat to spit out its answer. After what seemed an eternity, the hat opened at the stitches. "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table erupted in applause. Draco just sat stunned. The foot he had been using to save her seat fell to the ground, and Pansy scooted on over again and begun stroking his hair. He smacked her hand away. Erin seemed a little upset as well, seeing that she wasn't put in his house.
"The girl that was flirting with Malfoy is going to be in OUR house?" Ron said, upset. Harry didn't answer, which was owing to the fact he was staring intently at the blonde walking toward their table. He watched as she mouthed 'Sorry' to Draco, then immediately felt his face flush when she walked up to him.
"Hi. Can I sit here?" Harry scooted over and she sat down. "Well, you know who I am, who are you?" She asked, confident as ever. Introductions went around.
When she came to Ron, instead of saying his name, he yelled, "So, what were you doing with Malfoy in the compartment, eh? I'll have you know he's bedded every single girl in his house."
She looked stunned at his response. And the rest of the people sitting around were, too, seeing as they didn't say a word.
Slowly she began. "Well, I can see why they would have done that. Trust me; I have no intention of sleeping with Draco, not yet at least. And, so you know, that is none of your damn business. Pass the salt, will ya, Hermione?" She changed tones in the blink of an eye. Hermione passed it to her, and then turned to stare at Ron.
He sat with a surprised look on his face, and then began to quietly eat his mashed potatoes.
Back at the Slytherin table, Draco dug into his food, but didn't eat anything. "What's the matter, Drakey? You haven't touched your food," Pansy said, stroking his blonde hair. He had stopped gelling it, and it now hung loose by his ear.
"Sod off Parkinson." He grabbed a roll and pushed away from the table. Stalking off, he kept his eyes on Erin, who was laughing with his arch nemesis.
Erin turned, still laughing, to see Draco angrily leaving the Great Hall. He was the first to leave. She stopped giggling and followed him out.
"Draco! Draco, wait up!" She called after him, catching the 6' 2" young man as he started up the steps. "What's with the disappearing act?" Erin rested her hand on his, which was poised on the stone railing.
"I'm....just a little upset. You've been sorted into the house of my worst enemies."
"Enemies? You're 17 years old, how the hell could you have enemies?" She asked, taken aback at his 'reason'.
"Potter and Weasley have been my rivals since 1st year. I tried to help Potter out, and he went and threw it in my face." Draco sighed and sat on the first step. Erin sat down next to him and started rubbing his back. His head was in his hands.
"And Weasley hates me because of my family name. I've tried to be nicer lately, but they don't want to hear it."
"I'm sorry, Draco. But I have to make the best of what I've got. Hermione told me that most of our classes are together. There's no sense in being at odds with the people you have to spend the year with. And if it makes you feel any better, Ron thinks you're trying to bed me. He seems to hate me for that."
"He does, does he? I never thought him to be that smart." Draco turned his face up to the young blonde and smirked at her stunned expression.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you trying to seduce me?"
"Depends. Is it working?" She nodded. "Then of course I am. No one can resist the Malfoy charm."
Draco slowly leaned in to kiss her. And this time she seemed like she was going to go along with it, until Harry, Ron and Hermione exited the Great Hall and Ron exclaimed, "I KNEW IT!"
The two quickly split apart. [Dammit. So close.] Draco thought. Erin, however, scoffed. "You knew what, Ron? Huh? WHAT?" She yelled at him, causing the 4 other people's eyes to go wide. Ron, on the other hand, was ready.
"I knew you and Malfoy were doing something! Watch, next thing you know you'll be in his bed."
"Shut up, will you! Contrary to what you may think, not everyone from the U.S. is a whore. I don't go around sleeping with the first person I see. So do me a favor and stay the HELL away from me," Erin screamed back. She grabbed Draco's hand and stomped up the stairs until they got to the second floor. Downstairs, Ron stood fuming as Harry and Hermione tried to hush down the crowds standing outside the hall, who had just witnessed the entire scene.
"Whoa," Draco said, once Erin stopped moving. She sat down on the step and flopped back onto the granite. "That was...amazing."
"Where's your dorm, Draco? I don't think I can show my face in the Gryffindor common room for at least a day."
"I'll be forced to agree with that. Come with me." He led her down another flight of steps and down to the dungeons. "Fizzing Whizbees." The portrait opened and Draco and Erin stepped inside.
"Fizzing Whizbees?"
"Something that no one would guess would be our password. Come one, I'll show you my room."
The 4 poster bed that was his was covered in forest green sheets. His pillow was silver, and his trunk was perched at the end of the bed.
"It's wonderful. I love it." Erin collapsed on his bed. "And so soft." Draco smirked and sat next to her.
"Glad you like it. But it is MY bed." He smiled a genuine smile and stroked the back of her hand. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's, just, back home we were judged on who we hung out with, not who we were. I thought it would be different here. I guess I was wrong. I bet I've successfully got the entire Gryffindor tower in an uproar." She sniffled, then sat up to face the young man staring back at her. "Tell me you're different, Draco. Please."
He grinned, then attempted to kiss her again. This time they weren't interrupted, and their lips met and held for a few seconds. They separated, and both smiled at each other. Draco fell back onto the bed, and Erin cuddled up to his chest. She smiled and they fell asleep, their breathing synchronized.
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Well? What do you think? Its long, for my standards....8 whole pages! Please R&R!