Draco and Felicity sat in the Slytherin common room, 2 months later,
sitting close together on the large black leather couch. Other Slytherins
passed by them, waving at them and bidding them goodnight. When the common
room was cleared, and the enchanted lights had dimmed themselves, the
hundereds of candles littered around the room all coming to life. A fire
appeared in the fire place, casting dark shadows across their faces. Draco
turned towards her, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her
closer. She positioned herself on his lap, wrapping her arms around his
neck, their faces close together. Their noses touched, and soon their lips
met, their eyes closing as they exchanged a long passionate kiss. When
Felicity withdrew, she looked him deeply in the eyes, taking him in, before
resting in his arms, feeling his lips on her neck. She felt his hand slide
up her leg, until it was reaching up her shirt, his soft hands caressing
her skin.
Felicity's heart was beating, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned his pants. His hand slid around her, gently pushing her downward into a laying position. The fear of someone finding them was building up inside her as he kissed her neck, pulling off her robes, and then his own. Her heart was beating faster, faster. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached for her panties, the tips of his fingers touching her bare skin and sending chills through her. She suddenly felt a ping of guilt run through her, her trembling hands shaking as they glided across his skin. She closed her eyes and pushed his hands away, getting up off the couch and putting her clothes back on. "I'm sorry," she said, giving him one last look before bustling up the stairs and into her dorm.
Draco lay dumb struck on the couch, trying to process what had just happened. They'd come so close. What else was he going to have to do to show he wanted her? Showing affection in the hallways wasn't enough? The flowers, the long talks, the essential things that are so un-Draco? He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. He sat for a moment longer before getting up and picking up his own clothes, and walking up towards his dormitory. He glanced over at the entry to the girls' dormitory, and looked away again, continuing up the stairs.
Felicity lay in her bed, staring up at the black canopy draped over it. Her dark green bed sheets rested messily atop her, barely serving a purpose as she lay there, thinking. She felt happy with herself and mad with herself at the same time. She was happy she'd stopped him, yet mad she'd stopped him. What was he to think of her now? They'd only really been "dating" for a month, and she felt that wasn't a long enough time to merit doing something big. It was such a huge committment, and she wasn't ready to give something so precious up. What did he think, he could just not say a word and get her to go all the way? No. It would take discussion, and she planned to talk to him about it in the morning.
How could she feel this way? Nothing had been said. But something was almost done. But if she hadn't done anything, why did she already feel so guilty?
***
Hermione and Harry sat in Potions, waiting for class to begin. The doors suddenly opened, causing everyone to turn around and see who was there. Felicity Dawson stood there, looking windswept, carrying a small stack of books in her arms. She swallowed and entered the room, head held high, a small smile on her face. She saw Draco in the back row, smiling at her. She almost felt uncomfortable at that moment as she slid into the seat next to him, setting her books down on the table in front of them. "Hey," Draco said, leaning in closer to her. "Look, about last night..." "Don't worry about it," Felicity said quickly. "It's okay." "No, I wanna apologize...I rushed you." "We can discuss it later. It's okay." Draco just stared at her as she fumbled through her books, taking out a quill and ink, acting like it was nothing. He smiled softly at her, and turned around to get his books together.
The doors swung open, banging against the dungeon walls. Professor Snape bustled into the room, his cloak flapping behind him. "Good afternoon," he said in a low, angry tone. He began conducting the lesson in the same low, harsh tone, all of the students obeying his words like robots in fear of the consequences if they did not. Draco just sat, deftly following Snape's directions, staring at Felicity. The way her eyes focused on her potion, her lips moving as she read the piece of parchment by her ingredients. He looked blankly at his own potion, all of the ingredients still sitting in front of him, untouched.
Hermione furiously tossed things into her potion, glaring at Felicity. Malfoy was nearly drueling at her, his eyes sparkling with love. Harry touched Hermione's arm, pulling her from her gaze. "Let it be, Hermione," he said. "Just let it go." "No way in hell, Harry." She was taken aback by her own words, nearly spilling her love for Malfoy to him. "I mean....I hate Malfoy for....playing girls like this." "He doesn't look like he's playing her...although, he is drueling just a bit..." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and looked back over at Malfoy, her gaze softening as she took him in. The curves of his smile, the piercing blue color of his bright eyes; everything about him was just so perfect.
Just perfect.
***
Harry and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room, talking by the blazing fire. "She's got me suspicious," Harry said, staring into the flames. "Worried." "What are you sayin', Harry?" Ron asked him, looking curious. "Are you saying you think Hermione likes...Malfoy?" Harry looked over at him and nodded. "You're bloody insane, you know that, right?" Harry just looked back into the fire, his thoughts settling on Hermione. Ron was blabbing on and on about how impossible his theory was, but Harry blocked him out. Could he bear to see Hermione get hurt? He wanted so bad just to flat out ask her if she liked Malfoy, but, knowing Hermione, she would deny it, and get mad. But he wanted to know- so he could tell her the truth about him as well. He'd loved her since the first time he saw her on the train on the way to school his first year. She'd whipped out her wand and repaired his broken glasses, which were now replaced by contact lenses. Her smile, her laugh, the way she was too smart for her own good- they were all part of the reason he loved her. And he planned to tell her these reasons- if only there wasn't a possiblity of her being in love with Draco Malfoy.
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Sorry, somewhat short chapter, but it gives you a lot of hints on what's gonna happen next or later on in the story. Please review- i love reviews.
PS: The next chap will have some "explicit content" just so ya know.
love u all xoxo ~*/RainKisses\*~
Felicity's heart was beating, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned his pants. His hand slid around her, gently pushing her downward into a laying position. The fear of someone finding them was building up inside her as he kissed her neck, pulling off her robes, and then his own. Her heart was beating faster, faster. Her breath caught in her throat as he reached for her panties, the tips of his fingers touching her bare skin and sending chills through her. She suddenly felt a ping of guilt run through her, her trembling hands shaking as they glided across his skin. She closed her eyes and pushed his hands away, getting up off the couch and putting her clothes back on. "I'm sorry," she said, giving him one last look before bustling up the stairs and into her dorm.
Draco lay dumb struck on the couch, trying to process what had just happened. They'd come so close. What else was he going to have to do to show he wanted her? Showing affection in the hallways wasn't enough? The flowers, the long talks, the essential things that are so un-Draco? He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. He sat for a moment longer before getting up and picking up his own clothes, and walking up towards his dormitory. He glanced over at the entry to the girls' dormitory, and looked away again, continuing up the stairs.
Felicity lay in her bed, staring up at the black canopy draped over it. Her dark green bed sheets rested messily atop her, barely serving a purpose as she lay there, thinking. She felt happy with herself and mad with herself at the same time. She was happy she'd stopped him, yet mad she'd stopped him. What was he to think of her now? They'd only really been "dating" for a month, and she felt that wasn't a long enough time to merit doing something big. It was such a huge committment, and she wasn't ready to give something so precious up. What did he think, he could just not say a word and get her to go all the way? No. It would take discussion, and she planned to talk to him about it in the morning.
How could she feel this way? Nothing had been said. But something was almost done. But if she hadn't done anything, why did she already feel so guilty?
***
Hermione and Harry sat in Potions, waiting for class to begin. The doors suddenly opened, causing everyone to turn around and see who was there. Felicity Dawson stood there, looking windswept, carrying a small stack of books in her arms. She swallowed and entered the room, head held high, a small smile on her face. She saw Draco in the back row, smiling at her. She almost felt uncomfortable at that moment as she slid into the seat next to him, setting her books down on the table in front of them. "Hey," Draco said, leaning in closer to her. "Look, about last night..." "Don't worry about it," Felicity said quickly. "It's okay." "No, I wanna apologize...I rushed you." "We can discuss it later. It's okay." Draco just stared at her as she fumbled through her books, taking out a quill and ink, acting like it was nothing. He smiled softly at her, and turned around to get his books together.
The doors swung open, banging against the dungeon walls. Professor Snape bustled into the room, his cloak flapping behind him. "Good afternoon," he said in a low, angry tone. He began conducting the lesson in the same low, harsh tone, all of the students obeying his words like robots in fear of the consequences if they did not. Draco just sat, deftly following Snape's directions, staring at Felicity. The way her eyes focused on her potion, her lips moving as she read the piece of parchment by her ingredients. He looked blankly at his own potion, all of the ingredients still sitting in front of him, untouched.
Hermione furiously tossed things into her potion, glaring at Felicity. Malfoy was nearly drueling at her, his eyes sparkling with love. Harry touched Hermione's arm, pulling her from her gaze. "Let it be, Hermione," he said. "Just let it go." "No way in hell, Harry." She was taken aback by her own words, nearly spilling her love for Malfoy to him. "I mean....I hate Malfoy for....playing girls like this." "He doesn't look like he's playing her...although, he is drueling just a bit..." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and looked back over at Malfoy, her gaze softening as she took him in. The curves of his smile, the piercing blue color of his bright eyes; everything about him was just so perfect.
Just perfect.
***
Harry and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room, talking by the blazing fire. "She's got me suspicious," Harry said, staring into the flames. "Worried." "What are you sayin', Harry?" Ron asked him, looking curious. "Are you saying you think Hermione likes...Malfoy?" Harry looked over at him and nodded. "You're bloody insane, you know that, right?" Harry just looked back into the fire, his thoughts settling on Hermione. Ron was blabbing on and on about how impossible his theory was, but Harry blocked him out. Could he bear to see Hermione get hurt? He wanted so bad just to flat out ask her if she liked Malfoy, but, knowing Hermione, she would deny it, and get mad. But he wanted to know- so he could tell her the truth about him as well. He'd loved her since the first time he saw her on the train on the way to school his first year. She'd whipped out her wand and repaired his broken glasses, which were now replaced by contact lenses. Her smile, her laugh, the way she was too smart for her own good- they were all part of the reason he loved her. And he planned to tell her these reasons- if only there wasn't a possiblity of her being in love with Draco Malfoy.
~*~
Sorry, somewhat short chapter, but it gives you a lot of hints on what's gonna happen next or later on in the story. Please review- i love reviews.
PS: The next chap will have some "explicit content" just so ya know.
love u all xoxo ~*/RainKisses\*~