"Wake up, Sleepyhead."
Kristin awoke with a start to see Malfoy standing over her bed, smiling. He had is his hands some clothes and a black robe draped over his arm.
"Don't ever do that again," she yelled groggily, throwing a pillow at him.
"Sorry, dear, but you actually have to wake up and do work today." He gestured to his arm with the robe. "I thought you may want to wear some clothes to class, so here. Pansy was going to get some for me but then I looked at what she wore and thought it was best for me to do it."
"Wearing clothes? What a strange idea!" Kristin joked. "Thanks, though, for not leaving up to Pansy to do it. I'd be wearing plaid and polka dots. However, I have to ask, how's you get into my room?"
"I sneaked," he smiled again, this time mischievously.
" I don't know if I like the idea of you sneaking into my room."
"You'd better get used to it."
"What do you mean by that?" she laughed, shocked by his nerve- and his gorgeous smile.
"Well, if you're going to keep blowing yourself up like this, someone has got to take care of you and Potter can't get into Slytherin alive or without the password. So, I guess it's me."
"Ok," she smiled back, "as long as you're not, like, sneaking into my room and stealing my stuff and watching me sleep."
"Oh. See, now, I thought those would be my perks for bringing you matching clothes."
Kristin simply glared at him, jokingly. There were green glints in his eyes that she noticed showed up when he was happy or smiling. That was a set of truly gorgeous eyes. There was a lot behind them that he wasn't telling her- or anyone for that matter. She longed to decipher him but avoided asking him anything personal. Strangely enough, he didn't ask her anything either. Perhaps they realized that there were secrets lurking in the depths of each other's souls that neither wanted exposed. Or maybe, simply, they remembered how much they hated being asked about themselves and strove to bestow that same courtesy on each other.
"I don't think that it's that good of a perk." She replied. "And I do believe you are getting ripped off."
"Well, what do you think a proper reward would be?" He asked, sitting on her bedside.
"I don't know but watching me sleep and stealing my stuff would be really unexciting, seeing as I don't talk in my sleep or own anything interesting."
"True. You are rather boring." He smiled at her once more and threw the clothes to her. "Now get dressed and go to class, you slacker."
"Better than being a prat like you." He remained seated until she shooed him out so that she could change.
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When Kristin was showered and changed, she opened the door and walked (finally) out of the infirmary. She started to walk towards potions when she thought about her books. She paused, sighed heavily, then spun on her heel to go get them.
"Missing something?" Draco was suddenly standing right in front of her. He looked down at her and she tilted her head upward to stare into those beautiful, steel gray eyes. She'd never been this close to him before and wasn't aware that it could be this weakening. She struggled to breathe normally as to not let him realize the weakness in her knees and arms. Her mouth went dry as she struggled to speak.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, Draco Malfoy," she chided. "You know how anxious I get and you don't want me to get startled and blow you up too." She wanted to yell at him for startling her like she always did when he sneaked up on her, but she couldn't. It was even hard, just to talk. So she simply let her disapproval show in her voice.
"I'm sorry, dear," he addressed her as always. 'Good Gods she is beautiful!' He never noticed how her normally hazel eyes seemed to glow with flecks of green. It was a bright green and seemed to light her pupils on fire.
"My books, please, good sir," she reminded him. It took her a little to remember why he had sneaked up behind her to begin with. He pulled away a little, to Kristin's disappointment, to get the books she had forgotten in the infirmary. She took her books from him and he held out his arm to escort her to potions. She accepted with a smile and they walked to Snape's classroom in the large dungeon.
Professor Snape smiled on seeing her enter, alive and healthy, and beckoned her to his desk. She unenthusiastically released Draco's arm and obeyed his request.
"Yes, sir," she greeted, smiling at his obvious pleasure at her attendance.
"I'm glad to see you are well, Miss Campbell," he greeted.
"Thank you."
"I do have one worry about you, Kristin."
She listened attentively.
"Are you sure you're alright in here? I mean, I don't want you to be terrified that something will happen again throughout the entire class. No offense, but you need to concentrate as much as possible on your assignments."
"Yes, sir. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but I know it wasn't the room. I've learned from past experiences that it really doesn't matter where I am. If he wants to get me, he will."
"I'm very sorry that you had to learn that." He looked sympathetically at her. "You may have a seat."
"Thank you, sir."
She took her place at the table and pulled out her books. She only messed up two out of the five Potions assignments that Professor Snape had given her over the past week, so she was getting a little more confident.
"Uh, hi, Kristin," she heard a voice behind her. She immediately recognized it without looking back.
"Hello, Harry Potter," she replied softly, still not looking at him. She was afraid to look, knowing that, if she did, all her feelings and desires would come rushing back at her.
"Is that how it's going to be, Kristin?" said a very wounded Harry.
"No, Harry, it's not," she finally turned around.
Her intuition was right. Upon seeing Harry's emerald green eyes and jet black tousled hair, she instantly wanted him, right there and then. All the dreams and fantasies she'd had about what they could do if they were alone came rushing back to her and, for more than a brief moment, Kristin didn't care if they weren't.
But self-control came back to her after seeing the pain his eyes. Somehow, she knew it was her fault. Her feelings of lust changed to regret. Suddenly, instead of wanting to press him to the table and rip off his robes, she just wanted to hold him. Her heart longed to tell him everything: that she really did have feelings for him, that she would love to make the lie she told Draco the truth, that everything would be alright.
But her mind stopped her. Her head knew there would be, most likely, dire consequences to a union between Kristin and the boy-who-lived.
So, after a long pause, she simply gave fun a sympathetic smile and closed her eyes slightly to stop the tears welling in them. She took a deep breath and turned around.
"Ok, today..." Professor Snape began his class with worried at Kristin.
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"No, Harry, it's not," Harry heard Kristin. She finally turned around to face him and he saw the pain in her gorgeous hazel eyes. That stifled any smile he was going to show her. 'I hope I'm not what hurt her so much' he thought gently before a not-as-nice voice in his head made (though he hated to admit it) a rather good point. 'She turned you down, remember? It's her own fault she's upset.'
Harry quickly pushed away that thought. For whatever reasons Kristin turned him down, she must have thought them good ones, especially if it's going to upset her this much.
He focused on her again. He so much wanted to hold her and run his fingers through her beautiful light brown hair and tell her that everything was ok. Then, maybe, if she agreed with him, he wanted to do more to her.
He saw her smile and wanted to think of something to say to her when Snape got up from his chair.
"Ok, today..." he started.
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"No, Harry, it's not," Draco heard from his seat two tables behind Kristin and her Potions partner, the infamous, Harry Potter. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'she's falling for that prat again. Gods, what am I going to do?' He could never win, could he? He finally found someone he could relate to, who understood him for who he was and Potter had to come and take her away.
Draco watched her smile at Harry. Why couldn't she smile at him like that? 'Draco, you're an idiot!' his mind scolded, 'You noticed her as soon as she was getting sorted and you didn't do anything. Now you're stuck with Blaise as your partner and Kristin will be snogging with Potter after class.' Draco looked over at Blaise Zabini. She was twirling her hair and chewing some gun. Blaise noticed him looking and leaned over to him.
"I'm not wearing anything under my robe," she whispered huskily in his ear.
Draco smiled at her. He could use something to get his mind off Potter's girl.
"Ok, today..."Snape began teaching.
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"No, Harry, it's not.
'No, Not Harry Potter. Why couldn't she stay with the Malfoy boy? One would think she's learned her lesson after that first incident. I guess I'll have to give her a little review.'
Kristin awoke with a start to see Malfoy standing over her bed, smiling. He had is his hands some clothes and a black robe draped over his arm.
"Don't ever do that again," she yelled groggily, throwing a pillow at him.
"Sorry, dear, but you actually have to wake up and do work today." He gestured to his arm with the robe. "I thought you may want to wear some clothes to class, so here. Pansy was going to get some for me but then I looked at what she wore and thought it was best for me to do it."
"Wearing clothes? What a strange idea!" Kristin joked. "Thanks, though, for not leaving up to Pansy to do it. I'd be wearing plaid and polka dots. However, I have to ask, how's you get into my room?"
"I sneaked," he smiled again, this time mischievously.
" I don't know if I like the idea of you sneaking into my room."
"You'd better get used to it."
"What do you mean by that?" she laughed, shocked by his nerve- and his gorgeous smile.
"Well, if you're going to keep blowing yourself up like this, someone has got to take care of you and Potter can't get into Slytherin alive or without the password. So, I guess it's me."
"Ok," she smiled back, "as long as you're not, like, sneaking into my room and stealing my stuff and watching me sleep."
"Oh. See, now, I thought those would be my perks for bringing you matching clothes."
Kristin simply glared at him, jokingly. There were green glints in his eyes that she noticed showed up when he was happy or smiling. That was a set of truly gorgeous eyes. There was a lot behind them that he wasn't telling her- or anyone for that matter. She longed to decipher him but avoided asking him anything personal. Strangely enough, he didn't ask her anything either. Perhaps they realized that there were secrets lurking in the depths of each other's souls that neither wanted exposed. Or maybe, simply, they remembered how much they hated being asked about themselves and strove to bestow that same courtesy on each other.
"I don't think that it's that good of a perk." She replied. "And I do believe you are getting ripped off."
"Well, what do you think a proper reward would be?" He asked, sitting on her bedside.
"I don't know but watching me sleep and stealing my stuff would be really unexciting, seeing as I don't talk in my sleep or own anything interesting."
"True. You are rather boring." He smiled at her once more and threw the clothes to her. "Now get dressed and go to class, you slacker."
"Better than being a prat like you." He remained seated until she shooed him out so that she could change.
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When Kristin was showered and changed, she opened the door and walked (finally) out of the infirmary. She started to walk towards potions when she thought about her books. She paused, sighed heavily, then spun on her heel to go get them.
"Missing something?" Draco was suddenly standing right in front of her. He looked down at her and she tilted her head upward to stare into those beautiful, steel gray eyes. She'd never been this close to him before and wasn't aware that it could be this weakening. She struggled to breathe normally as to not let him realize the weakness in her knees and arms. Her mouth went dry as she struggled to speak.
"Don't sneak up on me like that, Draco Malfoy," she chided. "You know how anxious I get and you don't want me to get startled and blow you up too." She wanted to yell at him for startling her like she always did when he sneaked up on her, but she couldn't. It was even hard, just to talk. So she simply let her disapproval show in her voice.
"I'm sorry, dear," he addressed her as always. 'Good Gods she is beautiful!' He never noticed how her normally hazel eyes seemed to glow with flecks of green. It was a bright green and seemed to light her pupils on fire.
"My books, please, good sir," she reminded him. It took her a little to remember why he had sneaked up behind her to begin with. He pulled away a little, to Kristin's disappointment, to get the books she had forgotten in the infirmary. She took her books from him and he held out his arm to escort her to potions. She accepted with a smile and they walked to Snape's classroom in the large dungeon.
Professor Snape smiled on seeing her enter, alive and healthy, and beckoned her to his desk. She unenthusiastically released Draco's arm and obeyed his request.
"Yes, sir," she greeted, smiling at his obvious pleasure at her attendance.
"I'm glad to see you are well, Miss Campbell," he greeted.
"Thank you."
"I do have one worry about you, Kristin."
She listened attentively.
"Are you sure you're alright in here? I mean, I don't want you to be terrified that something will happen again throughout the entire class. No offense, but you need to concentrate as much as possible on your assignments."
"Yes, sir. I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but I know it wasn't the room. I've learned from past experiences that it really doesn't matter where I am. If he wants to get me, he will."
"I'm very sorry that you had to learn that." He looked sympathetically at her. "You may have a seat."
"Thank you, sir."
She took her place at the table and pulled out her books. She only messed up two out of the five Potions assignments that Professor Snape had given her over the past week, so she was getting a little more confident.
"Uh, hi, Kristin," she heard a voice behind her. She immediately recognized it without looking back.
"Hello, Harry Potter," she replied softly, still not looking at him. She was afraid to look, knowing that, if she did, all her feelings and desires would come rushing back at her.
"Is that how it's going to be, Kristin?" said a very wounded Harry.
"No, Harry, it's not," she finally turned around.
Her intuition was right. Upon seeing Harry's emerald green eyes and jet black tousled hair, she instantly wanted him, right there and then. All the dreams and fantasies she'd had about what they could do if they were alone came rushing back to her and, for more than a brief moment, Kristin didn't care if they weren't.
But self-control came back to her after seeing the pain his eyes. Somehow, she knew it was her fault. Her feelings of lust changed to regret. Suddenly, instead of wanting to press him to the table and rip off his robes, she just wanted to hold him. Her heart longed to tell him everything: that she really did have feelings for him, that she would love to make the lie she told Draco the truth, that everything would be alright.
But her mind stopped her. Her head knew there would be, most likely, dire consequences to a union between Kristin and the boy-who-lived.
So, after a long pause, she simply gave fun a sympathetic smile and closed her eyes slightly to stop the tears welling in them. She took a deep breath and turned around.
"Ok, today..." Professor Snape began his class with worried at Kristin.
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"No, Harry, it's not," Harry heard Kristin. She finally turned around to face him and he saw the pain in her gorgeous hazel eyes. That stifled any smile he was going to show her. 'I hope I'm not what hurt her so much' he thought gently before a not-as-nice voice in his head made (though he hated to admit it) a rather good point. 'She turned you down, remember? It's her own fault she's upset.'
Harry quickly pushed away that thought. For whatever reasons Kristin turned him down, she must have thought them good ones, especially if it's going to upset her this much.
He focused on her again. He so much wanted to hold her and run his fingers through her beautiful light brown hair and tell her that everything was ok. Then, maybe, if she agreed with him, he wanted to do more to her.
He saw her smile and wanted to think of something to say to her when Snape got up from his chair.
"Ok, today..." he started.
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"No, Harry, it's not," Draco heard from his seat two tables behind Kristin and her Potions partner, the infamous, Harry Potter. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'she's falling for that prat again. Gods, what am I going to do?' He could never win, could he? He finally found someone he could relate to, who understood him for who he was and Potter had to come and take her away.
Draco watched her smile at Harry. Why couldn't she smile at him like that? 'Draco, you're an idiot!' his mind scolded, 'You noticed her as soon as she was getting sorted and you didn't do anything. Now you're stuck with Blaise as your partner and Kristin will be snogging with Potter after class.' Draco looked over at Blaise Zabini. She was twirling her hair and chewing some gun. Blaise noticed him looking and leaned over to him.
"I'm not wearing anything under my robe," she whispered huskily in his ear.
Draco smiled at her. He could use something to get his mind off Potter's girl.
"Ok, today..."Snape began teaching.
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"No, Harry, it's not.
'No, Not Harry Potter. Why couldn't she stay with the Malfoy boy? One would think she's learned her lesson after that first incident. I guess I'll have to give her a little review.'