Ok thanks to everybody who reviewed - I love you all so much!
There's just a couple of things I'd like to say
She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc - Thankyou very much for your review - it was nice to hear what you really thought. I don't think Harry's being stupid, he may be coming across as it but I think really if you were stuck in a house with a Death Eater who (tries not to give anything away) you may kinda have feelings for you'd do one of two things. 1) Beat your head repeatedly on a desk saying "why? Why me??" and hide in your room all the time or 2) be overly cheerful to kinda make up for the evil bloke who's not at his most chipper. I think Harry isn't the sort of person to hide in his room so he got stuck with cheerful. Ok.the big subject! *That night*. I agree that if that was the only reference I had to it, it *would* kind of be totally pointless but it's not going to be. It is very relevant for some of the story, just not necessarily Draco's POV. (Sorry for being deliberately cagey but I don't wanna tell you everything). It's gonna come up again in quite a lot of detail. Draco didn't save Harry cuz he had any feelings for him. Due to.complications let's say *that night* had more negative effects on his "relationship" with Harry than good ones. Ok I'm rambling. Leave me a review if you wanna know anything else. P.S. When did they suddenly start calling each other by their first names? I'm a bit lost there.
Triton Bloom - LOL. Love the cat quote. There is going to be something like that in a later chapter but not the exact same thing. Though I am awfully tempted just to use that!
wintermoon - this is actually about "Mine" but seeing as that's kinda finished I thought I'd reply to you here. I totally know how you feel about parallel similarities between stories! I'm having the same problem with another fic I'm writing. I just wanna say not to worry about accidentally copying anything of mine. Don't call it copying just "being inspired by". If you do (or want to) use anything then just use it and give me a mention in the chapter (ooh I'm so into recognition). And give me a link too! I love your story Blast From the Past although my computer's an idiot and I can't review it at the moment.
Also there are going to be a few switches between the past and the present in this chapter- I hope it's reality clear which is which- if not just let me know and I'll try to do something about it!
'Potter!' I called.
With a sigh I stomped up the stairs.
Why was it I seemed to spend a large percentage of my time trying to work out where Potter was?
'Potter!' I snapped.
'I'm here Draco.'
Funny.his voice sounded like it was coming from above me.
How much higher up did this house go??
'Where's here?'
His head suddenly appeared upside down at the window.
'Fucking hell!' I exclaimed in shock.
He grinned. 'I'm here.'
'Couldn't stand being in the same house as me any longer huh?' I asked lightly.
'I just needed a bit of fresh air.'
Ooh fresh air.
I thought about it wistfully - I hadn't felt fresh air since that last raid before Potter's capture.
'Do you want to come up?' He asked.
Yes.
'I can't.' I said reluctantly between gritted teeth.
Potter's eyes widened with understanding. 'I didn't know you were afraid of heights.'
'I'm not you idiot! Magical force-field meaning I can't even put the tip of my finger out of this house.'
'Oh that.' He said sheepishly.
'Yes Potter-that.'
Why was it I couldn't even sound properly angry now?
'Come here.'
I moved my head forward slightly, wincing as it came into contact with the barrier. 'See.'
He offered me his hand.
I looked at it suspiciously.
'Just take it.'
Hesitantly I took it. His hand was slightly rough under my smooth palm.
'Now try.'
I ducked under the window sill and stood perched on the window ledge.
'AH!!!!'
He yanked me up onto the roof.
I landed with a thud.
'Ouch.'
'Sorry.'
'Why'd that work?'
'Because I wanted it to.' He said simply, smiling at me slightly.
I settled myself on the roof next to him. 'Do you come here often?'
Potter laughed. '"Do you come here often"? What are you hitting on me now?'
'You wish.' I grinned.
He looked sheepishly at the floor and I took a sudden deep breath in.
Moonlight danced across his face and I was suddenly drawn to another time and place.
****************************************************************
'Potter?' I asked in horror as I walked onto the balcony at the top of the Astronomy Tower.
'Malfoy??'
There went my nice peaceful "me" time.
'Go away!' I told him simply, offended by his presence..
'What?' Potter looked outraged. 'I was here first.'
I didn't think he was going to be swayed by "So?"
'Exactly. You've had your time here and now it's my turn.'
'Fuck you Malfoy.' He scowled at me.
I smirked. 'Not on your life Potter.'
Confused, he frowned. 'What-oh!'
I became the subject of a heated glare.
'Shut up Malfoy!'
'My you're so eloquent aren't you?' I rolled my eyes.
Irritation was thinly hidden in his eyes. 'Look Malfoy - I'm not leaving- and if you're not leaving then I suggest you bloody well shut up and leave me alone.'
First sensible suggestion he'd ever made.
'Fine.' I turned and leant on the balcony wall.
After about three minutes I began to feel restless.
Whilst I find silence, when I'm alone, very calming, silence when someone else was present was just dull.
I looked at Potter out of the corner of my eye.
He looked thoughtful and I suddenly felt curious as to why.
'What are you thinking about?'
He turned and looked at me in suspicion. 'Like I'm going to tell you! Amazingly I don't feel the need to have my thoughts broadcasted all over school.'
I frowned. 'I had no intention of telling everybody actually Potter. I was just curious.'
I turned back to staring at the Quidditch fields.
If he didn't want to tell me then I didn't want to know.
There was a small sigh. 'Do you promise that none of this conversation will go any further?'
'Potter,' I said wryly, 'as if I want people knowing I had a conversation with a Gryffindor.'
From the look in his eyes that wasn't good enough.
'Fine.' I sighed. 'Slytherin's honour.' I promised.
'Funny - I didn't know they had any. Potter bit back.
'Ooh Potter meow.'
Despite himself he laughed slightly. 'You really want to know what I'm thinking about?'
'No I was just asking for the hell of it.' My voice oozed with sarcasm.
'You want to know or not?' Potter's eyes narrowed.
I sighed. 'Go ahead.'
'What with the graduation ceremony being next week this could be the last time I ever get to stand here.' Potter murmured. 'I was just thinking it seems so sad.'
'I know what you mean.' I replied softly. 'Soon we're going to be dumped headfirst into real life. Nothing's ever going to be the same again. No houses, no lessons, no Snape to terrify all the Gryffindors-'
'He doesn't terrify us.' Harry interjected.
'Nevertheless.' I sighed. 'It's going to be different. Especially with the war.'
Silence hung over us for a few minutes.
'Which side are you on Malfoy?' Potter asked finally. The question held no malice, simply quiet curiosity.
I sighed, leaning on the balcony wall. 'I think you know the answer to that Potter.'
'I suppose I do.'
The knowledge hung between us and neither of us dared to break the mutual truce by commenting on the obvious.
After the graduation we would be on opposite sides - forget petty childish squabbles- we'd be trying to kill each.
'So I guess this is going to be one of the last times we ever see each other.' Potter said with a strange emotion in his eyes.
'I guess so.'
Wow. Life without Potter.
How weird would that be?
Enjoyable sure.but pretty damn weird.
He laughed slightly. 'Isn't it weird. We've hated each other for 7 years and we decide now is the best time to have a civil conversation.'
'First and last time.' I told him.
'Oh I know.' He assured me.
****************************************************************
'I'm going inside now.' Potter stretched slightly.
'Ok. I'll be in, in a minute.'
'You can't get anywhere else except back in the house- just in case you were thinking bout it.' Potter told me.
'I wasn't going to try.'
'Sure.' He said doubtfully.
He disappeared inside and I took a deep breath in, savouring the fresh air.
The weird part was that I didn't think I would have tried to escape.
I looked up at the sky.
The stars were bright and the moon was full.
Just like that damned night.
****************************************************************
We talked for what felt like an age, about the most random, obscure, petty subjects, both beginning to feel comfortable in the other's presence.
'I don't want to kill you.' He blurted suddenly.
'You don't?' I raised an eyebrow.
'No. Why? Do you want to kill me?' He paused thoughtfully. 'Actually maybe you shouldn't answer that.'
'Afraid of what you might hear Potter?' I smirked slightly.
'Yes.' The honest answer affected me in a way I hadn't thought it could.
****************************************************************
Ok that's it.
If being out here was triggering all these bloody memories I was going in.
I swung back inside the house, landing easily on my feet.
I could hear the TV blaring from the living room and trailed down the stairs.
Potter was watching a film and I made my way over to the sofa, sliding onto it beside him.
****************************************************************
And in the second he answered something changed.
There was a type of tension in the air, but not our normal angry tension.
Potter had flushed slightly and was trying as hard as possible to keep his eyes on the floor.
'Potter. . .' I said softly, not knowing what I was trying to say.
Out eyes met and suddenly no words were needed.
The wind blew a lock of hair into his eyes and before I knew what I was doing I gently brushed it behind his ear.
He swallowed nervously and I watched the expressions play in his eyes, transfixed by the sheer emotion in them.
We were close now- so close that I could feel his warm breath caressing my cheek.
It sent shivers down my spine and involuntarily I moved closer to him.
Our gazes met again and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
I took a shaky breath inwards.
Absently I noticed that Potter was moving closer as well.
****************************************************************
'DRACO???' Potter yelled.
I snapped back to attention.
'Huh?'
'I said do you want a cookie?' He offered me the plate.
'Uh sure.' I took a cookie and nibbled on it slightly.
He focused his attention back on the TV and I drifted off into my memories again.
****************************************************************
Suddenly something snapped in him and a look of shock and panic appeared in his eyes.
He moved backwards slightly and lost his balance, flailing slightly.
Acting purely on instinct my arm shot out and looped around his waist.
We stood frozen, staring at each other as if for the first time.
'Malfoy.' For once his tone wasn't full of hate or horror but pure longing.
Oh god. What was I doing?
Potter raised his hand to my cheek and gently moved his rough fingertips along the edge of my chin.
'What are you doing?' I whispered weakly, unable to move, to think even to breathe.
Potter shook his head slightly. 'I have no idea.'
And then he kissed me.
Fire coursed through my body and I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I wanted him.
*Needed* him.
And I knew he was my enemy that I was supposed to want to kill him.
But I didn't care.
If anybody found out then I'd die - literally.
And someone *would* find out.
This was going to get me killed . . .
But what a nice way to go.
He moaned softly and I began to slowly trail kisses down his neck.
I couldn't stop touching him - it felt like my life depended on being in contact with his beautiful flawless skin.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, refusing to move away from my ministrations.
I froze as I heard footsteps.
'Shit.' Potter whispered, pulling away.
Filch.
Damn him.
I looked at Potter one last time, at his flushed cheek and dishevelled clothes and I knew that we had to finish this.
'I'll see you tomorrow.' I whispered breathlessly. 'Same time and place.'
I barely registered his nod before I turned and ran.
****************************************************************
I ran my eyes over his face, watching how it altered as every shadow flickered on it.
~I wonder whether he still kisses the same- oh God don't even go there!~
'Is something wrong?' Potter asked.
I realised I'd been staring at him like a madman for the last ten minutes.
'Wrong? No what could possibly be wrong?' I babbled nervously.
'Are you sure?' He frowned suspiciously. 'You're acting awfully.peculiar.'
I offered him a fake smile. 'Well that's just me isn't it? All peculiar and evil.'
'Are you on something?' His face was incredulous.
'No. Are you?'
'No but I'm beginning to wish I was.'
'Hmm.' A smirk spread across my face. 'I'll be back in a minute.'
During my initial inspection of Potter's house I'd come across a bottle of what had unmistakably been alcohol.
If he wanted to be off his head then I wasn't going to stop him.
In fact I was going to actively encourage him.
~You do realise that considering the fact you're having.less than evil thoughts about him this is probably not the best time to get completely pissed. ~
Don't be stupid, silly voice in my head.
My thoughts about Potter have been and always will be evil.
I crouched down on my knees in front of a remarkably dusty cupboard, flinging open the doors and peering inside.
Where the hell was it??
Ah . . .
I spotted the dusty bottle at the back of the bottom shelf.
I stuck the upper half of my body into the cupboard, wincing at the amount of dust but figuring soon I'd be too drunk to care if it was dirty.
And that's dirty mean literally not figuratively.
Although I was pretty sure that I wouldn't care either way.
Not that I had any intention of being dirty with Potter.
~Oh shut up whilst you're ahead. ~
I walked briskly back to the living room, my long strides helping me speed up.
'There!' I triumphantly showed Potter the bottle full of amber liquid.
'Where the hell was that?' Potter asked in confusion.
I shrugged. 'Random cupboard.'
'Oh.' He frowned. 'I don't remember buying that.'
'Maybe someone bought it for you.' I sighed. 'Does it really matter?'
'I guess not.' He said doubtfully, watching as I sloshed a fair amount of it into a glass and handed it to him.
I took my own glass and raised it to him. 'Cheers.'
He murmured it in reply and took a sip.
A smirk played on my lips.
This was going to be great. . .
I bet Potter was a real idiot when he was drunk.
***
I couldn't stop giggling.
I was rapidly running out of oxygen but I couldn't stop anyway.
'What's so funny?' Potter slurred with a confused expression.
Somehow this seemed to make me laugh even harder.
'I don't get it!' Potter was beginning to sound like a sulky three year old.
Which was usually my trick but hey - I was feeling generous- he could be the sulky three year old for a while.
I felt light and happy, like I was walking on sunshine and dancing in the clouds.
'Are you drunk?' Potter asked with a suspicious pout, his green eyes puzzled.
'No.' I said indignantly.
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm not.'
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm,' what was I talking about??, 'not.'
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm not.' What wasn't I?'
'Yes you - umph!'
My arms slipped around his waist and pulled him on top of me.
The fall from the sofa to my chest was enough to silence him.
'You *smell* drunk.' Potter murmured.
'You can't smell drunk stupid.' I grinned. 'But you can taste drunk.'
'Do I taste drunk?' His pupils had dilated and he was looking at me in a way that could only be described as seductive.
'I guess I'll find out.' I smirked and yanked him towards me.
The second our lips touched the atmosphere changed.
Suddenly it was so unbearably hot and we were a tangle of hands and skin.
'Malfoy.' He gasped, his voice tinged with desire.
'Shut up Potter.'
Our lips met hungrily.
I unbuttoned his shirt and began to kiss his throat.
This felt so right, too right.
His skin was so soft - so smooth and perfect.
I drew my tongue along his collarbone, tasting the slightly salty flavour to his sweat.
He whimpered, whispering my name softly.
My eyes were glazed and I looked at him breathlessly.
His hands gently trailed across my back and I inhaled sharply.
'Potter.' I whimpered.
I was burning up on the inside and the outside and desire was driving me mad.
'Maybe we should move this to the bedroom.' Potter said breathlessly.
That sounded good.
I struggled to my feet, realising it was a mistake even as I did it.
My knees buckled and I was falling . . .
Falling . . .
The world went black.
Wow - I'm having trouble looking at the computer screen
I had a small argument with my door and it gave me a black eye. Therefore I now have a really bad headache.
I hope you all enjoyed that chapter - please leave me a review and tell me what you think.
Oh and by the way I should be changing the summary soon but don't let that put you of because it will still be the same story.
Review!
There's just a couple of things I'd like to say
She-Who-Is-Not-To-Be-Psyc - Thankyou very much for your review - it was nice to hear what you really thought. I don't think Harry's being stupid, he may be coming across as it but I think really if you were stuck in a house with a Death Eater who (tries not to give anything away) you may kinda have feelings for you'd do one of two things. 1) Beat your head repeatedly on a desk saying "why? Why me??" and hide in your room all the time or 2) be overly cheerful to kinda make up for the evil bloke who's not at his most chipper. I think Harry isn't the sort of person to hide in his room so he got stuck with cheerful. Ok.the big subject! *That night*. I agree that if that was the only reference I had to it, it *would* kind of be totally pointless but it's not going to be. It is very relevant for some of the story, just not necessarily Draco's POV. (Sorry for being deliberately cagey but I don't wanna tell you everything). It's gonna come up again in quite a lot of detail. Draco didn't save Harry cuz he had any feelings for him. Due to.complications let's say *that night* had more negative effects on his "relationship" with Harry than good ones. Ok I'm rambling. Leave me a review if you wanna know anything else. P.S. When did they suddenly start calling each other by their first names? I'm a bit lost there.
Triton Bloom - LOL. Love the cat quote. There is going to be something like that in a later chapter but not the exact same thing. Though I am awfully tempted just to use that!
wintermoon - this is actually about "Mine" but seeing as that's kinda finished I thought I'd reply to you here. I totally know how you feel about parallel similarities between stories! I'm having the same problem with another fic I'm writing. I just wanna say not to worry about accidentally copying anything of mine. Don't call it copying just "being inspired by". If you do (or want to) use anything then just use it and give me a mention in the chapter (ooh I'm so into recognition). And give me a link too! I love your story Blast From the Past although my computer's an idiot and I can't review it at the moment.
Also there are going to be a few switches between the past and the present in this chapter- I hope it's reality clear which is which- if not just let me know and I'll try to do something about it!
'Potter!' I called.
With a sigh I stomped up the stairs.
Why was it I seemed to spend a large percentage of my time trying to work out where Potter was?
'Potter!' I snapped.
'I'm here Draco.'
Funny.his voice sounded like it was coming from above me.
How much higher up did this house go??
'Where's here?'
His head suddenly appeared upside down at the window.
'Fucking hell!' I exclaimed in shock.
He grinned. 'I'm here.'
'Couldn't stand being in the same house as me any longer huh?' I asked lightly.
'I just needed a bit of fresh air.'
Ooh fresh air.
I thought about it wistfully - I hadn't felt fresh air since that last raid before Potter's capture.
'Do you want to come up?' He asked.
Yes.
'I can't.' I said reluctantly between gritted teeth.
Potter's eyes widened with understanding. 'I didn't know you were afraid of heights.'
'I'm not you idiot! Magical force-field meaning I can't even put the tip of my finger out of this house.'
'Oh that.' He said sheepishly.
'Yes Potter-that.'
Why was it I couldn't even sound properly angry now?
'Come here.'
I moved my head forward slightly, wincing as it came into contact with the barrier. 'See.'
He offered me his hand.
I looked at it suspiciously.
'Just take it.'
Hesitantly I took it. His hand was slightly rough under my smooth palm.
'Now try.'
I ducked under the window sill and stood perched on the window ledge.
'AH!!!!'
He yanked me up onto the roof.
I landed with a thud.
'Ouch.'
'Sorry.'
'Why'd that work?'
'Because I wanted it to.' He said simply, smiling at me slightly.
I settled myself on the roof next to him. 'Do you come here often?'
Potter laughed. '"Do you come here often"? What are you hitting on me now?'
'You wish.' I grinned.
He looked sheepishly at the floor and I took a sudden deep breath in.
Moonlight danced across his face and I was suddenly drawn to another time and place.
****************************************************************
'Potter?' I asked in horror as I walked onto the balcony at the top of the Astronomy Tower.
'Malfoy??'
There went my nice peaceful "me" time.
'Go away!' I told him simply, offended by his presence..
'What?' Potter looked outraged. 'I was here first.'
I didn't think he was going to be swayed by "So?"
'Exactly. You've had your time here and now it's my turn.'
'Fuck you Malfoy.' He scowled at me.
I smirked. 'Not on your life Potter.'
Confused, he frowned. 'What-oh!'
I became the subject of a heated glare.
'Shut up Malfoy!'
'My you're so eloquent aren't you?' I rolled my eyes.
Irritation was thinly hidden in his eyes. 'Look Malfoy - I'm not leaving- and if you're not leaving then I suggest you bloody well shut up and leave me alone.'
First sensible suggestion he'd ever made.
'Fine.' I turned and leant on the balcony wall.
After about three minutes I began to feel restless.
Whilst I find silence, when I'm alone, very calming, silence when someone else was present was just dull.
I looked at Potter out of the corner of my eye.
He looked thoughtful and I suddenly felt curious as to why.
'What are you thinking about?'
He turned and looked at me in suspicion. 'Like I'm going to tell you! Amazingly I don't feel the need to have my thoughts broadcasted all over school.'
I frowned. 'I had no intention of telling everybody actually Potter. I was just curious.'
I turned back to staring at the Quidditch fields.
If he didn't want to tell me then I didn't want to know.
There was a small sigh. 'Do you promise that none of this conversation will go any further?'
'Potter,' I said wryly, 'as if I want people knowing I had a conversation with a Gryffindor.'
From the look in his eyes that wasn't good enough.
'Fine.' I sighed. 'Slytherin's honour.' I promised.
'Funny - I didn't know they had any. Potter bit back.
'Ooh Potter meow.'
Despite himself he laughed slightly. 'You really want to know what I'm thinking about?'
'No I was just asking for the hell of it.' My voice oozed with sarcasm.
'You want to know or not?' Potter's eyes narrowed.
I sighed. 'Go ahead.'
'What with the graduation ceremony being next week this could be the last time I ever get to stand here.' Potter murmured. 'I was just thinking it seems so sad.'
'I know what you mean.' I replied softly. 'Soon we're going to be dumped headfirst into real life. Nothing's ever going to be the same again. No houses, no lessons, no Snape to terrify all the Gryffindors-'
'He doesn't terrify us.' Harry interjected.
'Nevertheless.' I sighed. 'It's going to be different. Especially with the war.'
Silence hung over us for a few minutes.
'Which side are you on Malfoy?' Potter asked finally. The question held no malice, simply quiet curiosity.
I sighed, leaning on the balcony wall. 'I think you know the answer to that Potter.'
'I suppose I do.'
The knowledge hung between us and neither of us dared to break the mutual truce by commenting on the obvious.
After the graduation we would be on opposite sides - forget petty childish squabbles- we'd be trying to kill each.
'So I guess this is going to be one of the last times we ever see each other.' Potter said with a strange emotion in his eyes.
'I guess so.'
Wow. Life without Potter.
How weird would that be?
Enjoyable sure.but pretty damn weird.
He laughed slightly. 'Isn't it weird. We've hated each other for 7 years and we decide now is the best time to have a civil conversation.'
'First and last time.' I told him.
'Oh I know.' He assured me.
****************************************************************
'I'm going inside now.' Potter stretched slightly.
'Ok. I'll be in, in a minute.'
'You can't get anywhere else except back in the house- just in case you were thinking bout it.' Potter told me.
'I wasn't going to try.'
'Sure.' He said doubtfully.
He disappeared inside and I took a deep breath in, savouring the fresh air.
The weird part was that I didn't think I would have tried to escape.
I looked up at the sky.
The stars were bright and the moon was full.
Just like that damned night.
****************************************************************
We talked for what felt like an age, about the most random, obscure, petty subjects, both beginning to feel comfortable in the other's presence.
'I don't want to kill you.' He blurted suddenly.
'You don't?' I raised an eyebrow.
'No. Why? Do you want to kill me?' He paused thoughtfully. 'Actually maybe you shouldn't answer that.'
'Afraid of what you might hear Potter?' I smirked slightly.
'Yes.' The honest answer affected me in a way I hadn't thought it could.
****************************************************************
Ok that's it.
If being out here was triggering all these bloody memories I was going in.
I swung back inside the house, landing easily on my feet.
I could hear the TV blaring from the living room and trailed down the stairs.
Potter was watching a film and I made my way over to the sofa, sliding onto it beside him.
****************************************************************
And in the second he answered something changed.
There was a type of tension in the air, but not our normal angry tension.
Potter had flushed slightly and was trying as hard as possible to keep his eyes on the floor.
'Potter. . .' I said softly, not knowing what I was trying to say.
Out eyes met and suddenly no words were needed.
The wind blew a lock of hair into his eyes and before I knew what I was doing I gently brushed it behind his ear.
He swallowed nervously and I watched the expressions play in his eyes, transfixed by the sheer emotion in them.
We were close now- so close that I could feel his warm breath caressing my cheek.
It sent shivers down my spine and involuntarily I moved closer to him.
Our gazes met again and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
I took a shaky breath inwards.
Absently I noticed that Potter was moving closer as well.
****************************************************************
'DRACO???' Potter yelled.
I snapped back to attention.
'Huh?'
'I said do you want a cookie?' He offered me the plate.
'Uh sure.' I took a cookie and nibbled on it slightly.
He focused his attention back on the TV and I drifted off into my memories again.
****************************************************************
Suddenly something snapped in him and a look of shock and panic appeared in his eyes.
He moved backwards slightly and lost his balance, flailing slightly.
Acting purely on instinct my arm shot out and looped around his waist.
We stood frozen, staring at each other as if for the first time.
'Malfoy.' For once his tone wasn't full of hate or horror but pure longing.
Oh god. What was I doing?
Potter raised his hand to my cheek and gently moved his rough fingertips along the edge of my chin.
'What are you doing?' I whispered weakly, unable to move, to think even to breathe.
Potter shook his head slightly. 'I have no idea.'
And then he kissed me.
Fire coursed through my body and I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.
I wanted him.
*Needed* him.
And I knew he was my enemy that I was supposed to want to kill him.
But I didn't care.
If anybody found out then I'd die - literally.
And someone *would* find out.
This was going to get me killed . . .
But what a nice way to go.
He moaned softly and I began to slowly trail kisses down his neck.
I couldn't stop touching him - it felt like my life depended on being in contact with his beautiful flawless skin.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, refusing to move away from my ministrations.
I froze as I heard footsteps.
'Shit.' Potter whispered, pulling away.
Filch.
Damn him.
I looked at Potter one last time, at his flushed cheek and dishevelled clothes and I knew that we had to finish this.
'I'll see you tomorrow.' I whispered breathlessly. 'Same time and place.'
I barely registered his nod before I turned and ran.
****************************************************************
I ran my eyes over his face, watching how it altered as every shadow flickered on it.
~I wonder whether he still kisses the same- oh God don't even go there!~
'Is something wrong?' Potter asked.
I realised I'd been staring at him like a madman for the last ten minutes.
'Wrong? No what could possibly be wrong?' I babbled nervously.
'Are you sure?' He frowned suspiciously. 'You're acting awfully.peculiar.'
I offered him a fake smile. 'Well that's just me isn't it? All peculiar and evil.'
'Are you on something?' His face was incredulous.
'No. Are you?'
'No but I'm beginning to wish I was.'
'Hmm.' A smirk spread across my face. 'I'll be back in a minute.'
During my initial inspection of Potter's house I'd come across a bottle of what had unmistakably been alcohol.
If he wanted to be off his head then I wasn't going to stop him.
In fact I was going to actively encourage him.
~You do realise that considering the fact you're having.less than evil thoughts about him this is probably not the best time to get completely pissed. ~
Don't be stupid, silly voice in my head.
My thoughts about Potter have been and always will be evil.
I crouched down on my knees in front of a remarkably dusty cupboard, flinging open the doors and peering inside.
Where the hell was it??
Ah . . .
I spotted the dusty bottle at the back of the bottom shelf.
I stuck the upper half of my body into the cupboard, wincing at the amount of dust but figuring soon I'd be too drunk to care if it was dirty.
And that's dirty mean literally not figuratively.
Although I was pretty sure that I wouldn't care either way.
Not that I had any intention of being dirty with Potter.
~Oh shut up whilst you're ahead. ~
I walked briskly back to the living room, my long strides helping me speed up.
'There!' I triumphantly showed Potter the bottle full of amber liquid.
'Where the hell was that?' Potter asked in confusion.
I shrugged. 'Random cupboard.'
'Oh.' He frowned. 'I don't remember buying that.'
'Maybe someone bought it for you.' I sighed. 'Does it really matter?'
'I guess not.' He said doubtfully, watching as I sloshed a fair amount of it into a glass and handed it to him.
I took my own glass and raised it to him. 'Cheers.'
He murmured it in reply and took a sip.
A smirk played on my lips.
This was going to be great. . .
I bet Potter was a real idiot when he was drunk.
***
I couldn't stop giggling.
I was rapidly running out of oxygen but I couldn't stop anyway.
'What's so funny?' Potter slurred with a confused expression.
Somehow this seemed to make me laugh even harder.
'I don't get it!' Potter was beginning to sound like a sulky three year old.
Which was usually my trick but hey - I was feeling generous- he could be the sulky three year old for a while.
I felt light and happy, like I was walking on sunshine and dancing in the clouds.
'Are you drunk?' Potter asked with a suspicious pout, his green eyes puzzled.
'No.' I said indignantly.
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm not.'
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm,' what was I talking about??, 'not.'
'Yes you are.'
'No I'm not.' What wasn't I?'
'Yes you - umph!'
My arms slipped around his waist and pulled him on top of me.
The fall from the sofa to my chest was enough to silence him.
'You *smell* drunk.' Potter murmured.
'You can't smell drunk stupid.' I grinned. 'But you can taste drunk.'
'Do I taste drunk?' His pupils had dilated and he was looking at me in a way that could only be described as seductive.
'I guess I'll find out.' I smirked and yanked him towards me.
The second our lips touched the atmosphere changed.
Suddenly it was so unbearably hot and we were a tangle of hands and skin.
'Malfoy.' He gasped, his voice tinged with desire.
'Shut up Potter.'
Our lips met hungrily.
I unbuttoned his shirt and began to kiss his throat.
This felt so right, too right.
His skin was so soft - so smooth and perfect.
I drew my tongue along his collarbone, tasting the slightly salty flavour to his sweat.
He whimpered, whispering my name softly.
My eyes were glazed and I looked at him breathlessly.
His hands gently trailed across my back and I inhaled sharply.
'Potter.' I whimpered.
I was burning up on the inside and the outside and desire was driving me mad.
'Maybe we should move this to the bedroom.' Potter said breathlessly.
That sounded good.
I struggled to my feet, realising it was a mistake even as I did it.
My knees buckled and I was falling . . .
Falling . . .
The world went black.
Wow - I'm having trouble looking at the computer screen
I had a small argument with my door and it gave me a black eye. Therefore I now have a really bad headache.
I hope you all enjoyed that chapter - please leave me a review and tell me what you think.
Oh and by the way I should be changing the summary soon but don't let that put you of because it will still be the same story.
Review!