Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter or anything relating to Harry Potter... or any of the movies mentioned in this chapter. I don't own them or the actors. As much as I would like to own them, I don't. Draco's P.O.V. Trust me, it gets better after this.
The Black Rose
Chapter Four: Onyx Eyes
We walked out of the theater, together. Of course, I had tried to hold her hand, but she quickly moved it away and pretended nothing had happened. "Christopher Walken is my hero," she said and looked at the movie poster.
I wasn't up to date on all the hot actors, but I could lie to her. "He was so good," I said, brushing my hand against hers.
She smiled lightly, but didn't dart her hand away like before. "Do you think he's that classy in real life?" she asked.
I quickly cancelled out the characters in 'The Stepford Wives'. "I'm afraid I've never met him, but if he was meeting you, I'm sure he'd be that classy," I smiled.
I hoped some well-placed compliments would win her over. I could tell she was still unsure about me. "Do you think Albert Brooks is normally a nervous person? Like most of his characters are?" she asked, ignoring my compliments.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But I'm afraid I can't put my finger on the actor."
She raised an eyebrow. "Finding Nemo? The In-Laws? My First Mister?"
"Oh, him," I lied. "Is this what you always talk about?"
My charm seemed to be running out. "Sorry, just trying to make a conversation."
"But I hardly know anything about you, or the actors you ask me about," I said.
I was a lot more frustrated than I should have been. "There isn't anything TO know. I like to wander around in the town. I have very little money, no job. I don't like school, nor am I good in it. I like to read, especially of places that are better than here," she said.
She was obviously frustrated with me as well. I rubbed my neck nervously. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be rude," I said.
She walked away from me. "It's fine really," she said.
Obviously it wasn't. I quickly caught up beside her and put a piece of gum into my mouth. It was magic; it cleaned and whitened my teeth, and I was going to need my looks to help me here. "No, I really am," I said.
What the hell was I panicking about? I didn't say anything wrong. I just wanted to know more about her. "It's fine," she said and sighed. "I'm just not really a people person." She smiled and stopped walking. "You're not that bad of a guy."
I smiled. "Thanks," I said.
She noticed the gum in my mouth. "Hey, can I have a piece?" she asked.
"That's rude," I said, joking.
"Okay okay. MAY I have a piece?" she asked, holding onto my hand.
Damn her. I can't give magic to a muggle. "For a kiss," I said, with a smile.
There was no way she'd kiss me. She took my other hand. "That's why I asked for a piece," she said.
Fuck. What was I supposed to do? I smiled. "We could share..." I said.
She smiled seductively. She let go of one of my hands and moved her hand across the front of my pants. She ran her nose against my face. I put my arm around her and she brushed her lips against my cheek. I noticed the gum was out of my pocket. She smiled and stepped out of my grasp. "I win," she said.
"Come on," I said.
"No," she said, and popped a piece of gum into her mouth.
I could tell my look in her face that she felt it clean her teeth. "Fuck, what's in this stuff?" she said.
"It's some of the new cleaning gum," I said.
"Ah," she said, chewing it. "It's surprisingly good. Can I keep this?" she asked.
"For..." I started.
"Another date?" she raised an eyebrow.
I smiled. "Okay," I said. "But I'm busy tomorrow," Quidditch practice.
"Any day is fine," she said, sighing lightly.
"The next day?" I asked.
"Sure," she smiled. "Same place. Same hair?"
"Of course," I laughed. She smiled and started to walk away. "So is our date over?" I shouted after her.
Rosie turned and waved. "No walk home?" I asked.
"I'll be fine," she said.
I sighed and walked in a magic store I knew. "On your way back home?" the storekeeper asked me.
"Yes," I said. "Mind if I use your chimney?"
"Of course not," he said lightly. "But I may have to start charging," he laughed.
I quickly gathered some flu powder and stepped into the chimney. I was quickly teleported back into the Slytherin common room. Crabbe greeted me quickly. "They were looking for you at supper," he said.
Goyle handed me a bun. "And you supper?" he asked.
I smiled. "We got kicked out. She's wonderful," I said and trailed off.
Professor Snape walked into the room. "How's Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, seeing me standing beside the fireplace.
"He's feeling better," Goyle said.
I caught on quickly. "Yes sir. Sorry I was absent," I said.
"How did the flowers turn out?" Snape asked, raising a black brow.
"Very well, thank you," I said.
He looked around. "May I see them?"
Crabbe quickly covered for me. "I ate them," he said.
Severus Snape's eyes widened. "You WHAT?"
"Ate... them... sir..." Crabbe tried to blush.
"I don't know what's going on Mr. Malfoy, but I will find out," Snape said. His piercing onyx eyes glared at him. "You may want to brush the soot off your robes."
With his final words, Snape strode from the room. "Damn," Goyle said. "What are you going to do about this one?"
"I'm going to see her again. I don't care what my fate will become."
The Black Rose
Chapter Four: Onyx Eyes
We walked out of the theater, together. Of course, I had tried to hold her hand, but she quickly moved it away and pretended nothing had happened. "Christopher Walken is my hero," she said and looked at the movie poster.
I wasn't up to date on all the hot actors, but I could lie to her. "He was so good," I said, brushing my hand against hers.
She smiled lightly, but didn't dart her hand away like before. "Do you think he's that classy in real life?" she asked.
I quickly cancelled out the characters in 'The Stepford Wives'. "I'm afraid I've never met him, but if he was meeting you, I'm sure he'd be that classy," I smiled.
I hoped some well-placed compliments would win her over. I could tell she was still unsure about me. "Do you think Albert Brooks is normally a nervous person? Like most of his characters are?" she asked, ignoring my compliments.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But I'm afraid I can't put my finger on the actor."
She raised an eyebrow. "Finding Nemo? The In-Laws? My First Mister?"
"Oh, him," I lied. "Is this what you always talk about?"
My charm seemed to be running out. "Sorry, just trying to make a conversation."
"But I hardly know anything about you, or the actors you ask me about," I said.
I was a lot more frustrated than I should have been. "There isn't anything TO know. I like to wander around in the town. I have very little money, no job. I don't like school, nor am I good in it. I like to read, especially of places that are better than here," she said.
She was obviously frustrated with me as well. I rubbed my neck nervously. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be rude," I said.
She walked away from me. "It's fine really," she said.
Obviously it wasn't. I quickly caught up beside her and put a piece of gum into my mouth. It was magic; it cleaned and whitened my teeth, and I was going to need my looks to help me here. "No, I really am," I said.
What the hell was I panicking about? I didn't say anything wrong. I just wanted to know more about her. "It's fine," she said and sighed. "I'm just not really a people person." She smiled and stopped walking. "You're not that bad of a guy."
I smiled. "Thanks," I said.
She noticed the gum in my mouth. "Hey, can I have a piece?" she asked.
"That's rude," I said, joking.
"Okay okay. MAY I have a piece?" she asked, holding onto my hand.
Damn her. I can't give magic to a muggle. "For a kiss," I said, with a smile.
There was no way she'd kiss me. She took my other hand. "That's why I asked for a piece," she said.
Fuck. What was I supposed to do? I smiled. "We could share..." I said.
She smiled seductively. She let go of one of my hands and moved her hand across the front of my pants. She ran her nose against my face. I put my arm around her and she brushed her lips against my cheek. I noticed the gum was out of my pocket. She smiled and stepped out of my grasp. "I win," she said.
"Come on," I said.
"No," she said, and popped a piece of gum into her mouth.
I could tell my look in her face that she felt it clean her teeth. "Fuck, what's in this stuff?" she said.
"It's some of the new cleaning gum," I said.
"Ah," she said, chewing it. "It's surprisingly good. Can I keep this?" she asked.
"For..." I started.
"Another date?" she raised an eyebrow.
I smiled. "Okay," I said. "But I'm busy tomorrow," Quidditch practice.
"Any day is fine," she said, sighing lightly.
"The next day?" I asked.
"Sure," she smiled. "Same place. Same hair?"
"Of course," I laughed. She smiled and started to walk away. "So is our date over?" I shouted after her.
Rosie turned and waved. "No walk home?" I asked.
"I'll be fine," she said.
I sighed and walked in a magic store I knew. "On your way back home?" the storekeeper asked me.
"Yes," I said. "Mind if I use your chimney?"
"Of course not," he said lightly. "But I may have to start charging," he laughed.
I quickly gathered some flu powder and stepped into the chimney. I was quickly teleported back into the Slytherin common room. Crabbe greeted me quickly. "They were looking for you at supper," he said.
Goyle handed me a bun. "And you supper?" he asked.
I smiled. "We got kicked out. She's wonderful," I said and trailed off.
Professor Snape walked into the room. "How's Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, seeing me standing beside the fireplace.
"He's feeling better," Goyle said.
I caught on quickly. "Yes sir. Sorry I was absent," I said.
"How did the flowers turn out?" Snape asked, raising a black brow.
"Very well, thank you," I said.
He looked around. "May I see them?"
Crabbe quickly covered for me. "I ate them," he said.
Severus Snape's eyes widened. "You WHAT?"
"Ate... them... sir..." Crabbe tried to blush.
"I don't know what's going on Mr. Malfoy, but I will find out," Snape said. His piercing onyx eyes glared at him. "You may want to brush the soot off your robes."
With his final words, Snape strode from the room. "Damn," Goyle said. "What are you going to do about this one?"
"I'm going to see her again. I don't care what my fate will become."