Part Five
The rain tittered on the stained glass as Draco began to redress himself. He felt like his insides had taken a perminant vacation. Though these feelings were new to him, Draco's mind told him to hold on to her.
The tapestry flew open revealing a curly haired Slytherin girl followed by a boy who's robes were almost soaked.
" 'Lo, Savannah. And Marcus" said Draco pulling on his undershirt.
" Hey." she answered shaking out her umbrella. Her emerald orbs focused to Draco, and her face tinged a dark pink.
"What were you doing in here with the enterance locked?" Marcus asked smoothing his hair, not facing him.
Draco smirked. "Nothing. Where were you two?"
"Prefect duty...Duh." she said, her face returning to its natural color.
"Quidditch Practice with you, and then Savannah was on break so I stopped to talk to her." he said placing his robes next to the fireplace mantle.
"By the way, Flint. Did Wood ask you about the knicked quaffle?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it." said Marcus.
"Well I was talking to him in the locker room Mon--" she was interupted by Draco.
"Hang on, hang on....You and Wood...Oliver Wood?" he said raising an eyebrow.
"No, we just get along that's all. Besides, he's with that girl from Durmstrang...Heather something." she barely said turning to her right
Draco shrugged and walked over to the fireplace. His stomach lurched again as he glanced at Savannah reading a piece of parchment in a chair. He cleared his throat and walked over to the chair attempting to see over her shoulder at what the paper said.
"Ah, ah, ah. What are you looking at?" she asked looking up at Draco.
"Noth--.Where'd you get those?" he asked her noticing that her eyes were a different color.
"Oh, I borrowed a charm from Pansy, you like them?" she said fluttering her lashes.
"Yeah...Yeah I do." he said smiling at her.
She smriked and returned to her letter. What was it about her lately, she carried herself differently, or maybe it was that he was lately, always seen accompanied by one or two seventh year boys. He smirked to himself thinking back to yesterday when she was applying her lipstick in the common room, being stared at by gawking third year boys. She has changed. But then he thought of 'her'. What made himself keep holding on to her? "Draco? Draco!" shouted Marcus, waving his hands in front of Draco's face. "Yeah...What?" he answered coming to his senses. "Why are you staring at Savannah like that? You know she's been seeing Thomas again." he asked in concern. "I know. I've seen them, he's such a leech." Draco spat. "Malfoy, do you fancy her?" asked the grinning Marcus. "No, no, no. I've got much more important things to worry about." he said nodding to Marcus. Or at least he thought he had more important things to worry about. "Okay, just checking." Marcus assured. Then he patted Draco on the back and left the common room.
The common room was almost completely empty. The indistinct chatters dissepated. Now it was only Draco, and the half asleep St. Marae on the large leather couch. She looked like a cherub as she slept. Her cruel and cunning disposition was the farthest it had ever been from Savannah's face.
"Hey. Annah?" Draco shook her, dinner time was approaching.
"Don't call me that, Drakey." she barely whispered as she awoke.
"Drakey?" he laughed."Is that the best you have?"
"No, but I don't think you want to here what I would have called you." she smirked as she adjusted the pletes of her skirt. "Oh, so it's back to that now?" Draco said as he leaned closer to her.
"Maybe....Draco you have got to stop flirting with me, I might have to fall in love with you." she laughed to him as her tendrils disappeared behind the flipped canvas.
Draco's stomach lurched again as he watched her chocolate hair touch her face as she left. 'I've got to be starving' he thought to himself as he walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
The smells of mashed potatoes and honey ham whafted around the hall. Draco's eyes pursed as he prepared to perform his strut to the Slytherin table. Onlooking Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors scowled and some cowered at the blonde Slytherin, but he returned every look with an evil eye and took his seat next to his two thugs, Vincent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle. He could tell that it was going to be a long hour. For him anyways trying to conversate with them two.
The rain tittered on the stained glass as Draco began to redress himself. He felt like his insides had taken a perminant vacation. Though these feelings were new to him, Draco's mind told him to hold on to her.
The tapestry flew open revealing a curly haired Slytherin girl followed by a boy who's robes were almost soaked.
" 'Lo, Savannah. And Marcus" said Draco pulling on his undershirt.
" Hey." she answered shaking out her umbrella. Her emerald orbs focused to Draco, and her face tinged a dark pink.
"What were you doing in here with the enterance locked?" Marcus asked smoothing his hair, not facing him.
Draco smirked. "Nothing. Where were you two?"
"Prefect duty...Duh." she said, her face returning to its natural color.
"Quidditch Practice with you, and then Savannah was on break so I stopped to talk to her." he said placing his robes next to the fireplace mantle.
"By the way, Flint. Did Wood ask you about the knicked quaffle?"
"Yeah, now that you mention it." said Marcus.
"Well I was talking to him in the locker room Mon--" she was interupted by Draco.
"Hang on, hang on....You and Wood...Oliver Wood?" he said raising an eyebrow.
"No, we just get along that's all. Besides, he's with that girl from Durmstrang...Heather something." she barely said turning to her right
Draco shrugged and walked over to the fireplace. His stomach lurched again as he glanced at Savannah reading a piece of parchment in a chair. He cleared his throat and walked over to the chair attempting to see over her shoulder at what the paper said.
"Ah, ah, ah. What are you looking at?" she asked looking up at Draco.
"Noth--.Where'd you get those?" he asked her noticing that her eyes were a different color.
"Oh, I borrowed a charm from Pansy, you like them?" she said fluttering her lashes.
"Yeah...Yeah I do." he said smiling at her.
She smriked and returned to her letter. What was it about her lately, she carried herself differently, or maybe it was that he was lately, always seen accompanied by one or two seventh year boys. He smirked to himself thinking back to yesterday when she was applying her lipstick in the common room, being stared at by gawking third year boys. She has changed. But then he thought of 'her'. What made himself keep holding on to her? "Draco? Draco!" shouted Marcus, waving his hands in front of Draco's face. "Yeah...What?" he answered coming to his senses. "Why are you staring at Savannah like that? You know she's been seeing Thomas again." he asked in concern. "I know. I've seen them, he's such a leech." Draco spat. "Malfoy, do you fancy her?" asked the grinning Marcus. "No, no, no. I've got much more important things to worry about." he said nodding to Marcus. Or at least he thought he had more important things to worry about. "Okay, just checking." Marcus assured. Then he patted Draco on the back and left the common room.
The common room was almost completely empty. The indistinct chatters dissepated. Now it was only Draco, and the half asleep St. Marae on the large leather couch. She looked like a cherub as she slept. Her cruel and cunning disposition was the farthest it had ever been from Savannah's face.
"Hey. Annah?" Draco shook her, dinner time was approaching.
"Don't call me that, Drakey." she barely whispered as she awoke.
"Drakey?" he laughed."Is that the best you have?"
"No, but I don't think you want to here what I would have called you." she smirked as she adjusted the pletes of her skirt. "Oh, so it's back to that now?" Draco said as he leaned closer to her.
"Maybe....Draco you have got to stop flirting with me, I might have to fall in love with you." she laughed to him as her tendrils disappeared behind the flipped canvas.
Draco's stomach lurched again as he watched her chocolate hair touch her face as she left. 'I've got to be starving' he thought to himself as he walked to the Great Hall for dinner.
The smells of mashed potatoes and honey ham whafted around the hall. Draco's eyes pursed as he prepared to perform his strut to the Slytherin table. Onlooking Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors scowled and some cowered at the blonde Slytherin, but he returned every look with an evil eye and took his seat next to his two thugs, Vincent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle. He could tell that it was going to be a long hour. For him anyways trying to conversate with them two.