Ok everyone! Here's chapter 7. I hope that chapter 6 wasn't too confusing
for anyone.
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Draco nervously approached Kristin after class. He didn't quite know what to say anymore. She had just spent the entire class period with her love, Harry Potter. He knew that she had turned him down before but she didn't seem too happy about it when looking at him today.
She and Harry hadn't said much to each other all through class but Draco could see the care in their eyes. He wished she would look at him like that. Just once. But it wasn't to be. His dream girl would someday end up Harry's reality girl and there's nothing anyone could do about it.
"Hi, Kristin," he said timidly. He couldn't stop staring down at the floor. He could feel is face flush and ran a hand through his silver blonde hair.
"Hello there, Draco Malfoy," she smiled sweetly at him, easing his tension a little with her warm eyes.
"You didn't cause a catastrophe today." He made conversation.
"I know. That whole stupid class was pretty painful, however. Harry kept looking at me like some lost puppy dog. It was horrible."
"I can imagine," he forced a nervous laugh. 'Please don't talk about him,' he silently pleaded with her. "So, I take it, you're not too happy about being over him, are you?"
"I don't know," she sighed heavily, looking at Draco with tears in her eyes. "I mean, I thought I was- who am I fooling? No, I'm not. I love looking at him because he's adorable, but I hate looking at him because he always looks so sad and I have a feeling it's my fault." She was doing some full out crying now. Draco held her close while she spilled her heart to him. "Do you have any clue how that feels? To look at someone and just know that you are meant to be together, even if it's just for a little while? To just want somebody so bad and to see them hurt and know that you can't do anything about it?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, "I've been there a time or two. But Kristin, isn't there something you can do about it? I mean, just tell him that you'd like to go out with him." He couldn't believe that he was giving her advice that meant losing her even more but he just couldn't stand to see her cry anymore.
"It's not that easy, Draco." She sobbed. He gestured to her to follow him to a more deserted hallway so that everyone couldn't see her cry.
"I just can't. There are so many good reasons against it." She continued.
"Name one."
"I can't."
"See?"
"No, I have one," she corrected his assumption, "I just can't tell you."
"So you can't tell me? And you can't tell Potter? What's so bad about it?"
"Because Harry will hate me."
"Hey," he tilted her chin up towards him, "nothing can make him hate you." He looked into her eyes and could feel the magnetism. She brought her face closer to his. Draco wanted desperately to kiss her.
"We had better get to class," he pulled away. He would slap himself for this later, but he couldn't take advantage of her like that. 'What is wrong with you?' his inner voice screamed. 'This isn't you. You should be kissing her, then dragging her up to your room and ravage her while she's still vulnerable.' He shook the horrible thoughts from his head, wiped away her tears, and walked her to her next class.
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Kristin moaned slightly in her sleep. Harry wondered what she was dreaming about. Maybe it was him. He could hope, couldn't he? Watching her sleep, he rethought his decision.
She hadn't really spoken to him in three weeks, after their very brief discussion on her first day back. He still wasn't sure what he was doing, but he wondered if she knew what she was up to. She had turned him down in the library. But after that kiss and the one in the hallway, he hoped she couldn't deny her feelings for him. Then she disappeared and Harry thought that he had lost her forever.
But then, to his relief, she returned. The joy he should have felt was hampered by the tears she hid after they had first spoken. Harry couldn't help but believe that it was his fault she was crying.
He sighed. He had to do it now or he would turn back. He touched her gently on the shoulder. She awoke with a start and looked his direction.
Kristin couldn't see a thing. Something had touched her. She felt it. 'No, not again,' she thought as her heartbeat quickened in terror. But her dread subsided when it wasn't the voice she was used to in these little "visits."
"Kristin," Harry whispered softly. He couldn't be too loud or her roommates would wake up and maybe even catch him. It wasn't likely though under the safety of his invisibility cloak.
"Harry Potter, where are you? What are you doing here?" she knew who it was but still looked around for his location.
Harry appeared before her eyes as he lifted the cloak.
"Shhh. Come with me and I'll explain." He took her hand, pulled her closer to him, and let down the cloak.
Kristin gasped audibly at not being able to see herself. Harry put his finger to her mouth to remind her to stay quiet in the halls.
They walked together in the stillness of the halls. It was much different from what Kristin was used to between classes, when everyone was bustling from here to there. She wondered where he was taking her but decided not to say anything lest Filch or Mrs. Norris be around to hear. So, she followed, in silence, forcing herself to trust him. He led her to the front doors of the castle and he opened them quietly. She trailed him outside; he closed the door behind them. It was then she noticed what he held in the hand that wasn't holding hers. He held it out of the cloak so she could see the Firebolt he had brought with him. They straddled it underneath the cloak and with a nudge, Harry made it take off. His hair lightly tickled her face as it blew in the wind.
They finally landed and Kristin opened her eyes. She looked about her and found herself on the roof of one of the towers. The breeze was light with a cool October chill and the stars shone brightly over head. The night was bright with the light of the full autumn moon. She shivered slightly until Harry wrapped his cloak over her shoulders.
Her eyes were caught by another flicker of lights. Candles. The tiny shimmer of lights surrounded a blanket with a small basket on it.
"What's in there?" she asked coyly, gesturing at the basket.
"A little midnight snack." Harry smiled, pleased by the playful tone in her voice. He walked over to the blanket, still leading Kristin by the hand. He sat down and pulled her after him.
"Cookies?" he offered.
Kristin smiled and accepted with a thank you.
"Kristin?" Harry voice became suddenly low and solemn.
"Yes, Harry Potter," she replied softly.
"What happened? I thought you liked me?"
"I do like you."
"Then why'd you turn me down?" He struggled to keep his voice down. He didn't want to be heard and he didn't want Kristin to think he was yelling at her. He would never win her over that way.
"Harry, I can't explain it to you. I can't explain it to anyone, so please, don't make me." She stared at him with her pleading hazel eyes. He couldn't look into them and continue to feel angry at her for hurting him.
So, he sighed and went back to eating his cookie, before looking up her again suddenly.
"Don't explain." He sweetly demanded, "just look at me the way you did that first day and talk with me the way you did." He paused for a moment. "Go out with me, please."
"Harry"- he covered her words with his lips and pulled her closer into a kiss.
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Kristin wanted to push away but couldn't bring herself to do it. Her hands wrapped around his head and she felt his silky tresses between her fingers.
Slowly, she felt him leaning more and more into her until she laid down and he on top of her. She continued to kiss him passionately as she ran her hands down his bare back. She felt his muscles ripple at her touch and pulled her hands away until she was barely touching him.
He breathed heavily into her and she could feel his heart beat quicken.
Kristin's fingers tugged playfully at the elastic waistband in his silky pajama bottoms. She ran her hands over the cool, smooth fabric, caressing his firm butt underneath.
She yanked harder at the pants pulling them lower and was pleased to find he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her actions pleased him, too. Kristin could feel it against her. She arched slightly against him and he moaned in pleasure. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms all the way around her waist so she couldn't pull herself away from him. He placed soft kisses down her neck, and slipped one of her tank top straps off her shoulders.
Still holding her close, he moved his hands up her back, underneath her shirt. Her skin trembled the way she had imagined many times over the past four weeks. Soon, the tank top she had been wearing was on the roof next to the blanket. She thought for a moment about how she would explain it if the shirt hit a candle and caught fire, but Harry touching her brought her back to the moment.
Her head fell back as she whimpered lightly in ecstasy and Harry's fingers traced circles all over her body. She could feel him on her stomach, on her breasts, shoulders, and back and couldn't wait until he used them other places. He told her with a tug at her pajama pants that he couldn't either. He pulled them lower and over her feet until she lay beneath him, naked, as he lay on top of her, wearing nothing as well.
"I've never done this before," she stopped him.
"I'll go slow. It may hurt a little. I'll try not to." He said reassuring. He was leaning on his elbow, on top of her, gazing into her eyes and running a hand through her velvety hair. He kissed her softly and slowly began to enter her. She was already moist. He could feel it.
Before long, Kristin was moaning. Harry was right. It hurt so bad, but felt far too good to let the pain stop her. A tear ran down her cheek from the sting, but Harry kissed it away.
Soon, the pain ebbed and Kristin bit her lip to keep herself from screaming in rapture. She was constantly reminding herself -and Harry- that people could still hear them and she didn't want anyone to come up there and find them. She'd be expelled in no time.
By this time, Harry was thrusting himself into her and she absolutely loved it. She never really understood what was so great about sex. 'Guess that's what happens yourself that you'll be a virgin forever.' She was going to have to do this more often. She could feel Harry come inside of her and she climaxed as well.
They lay there, breathless, with Harry still inside of her. Their bodies dripped with sweat. Harry was looking at her the same way as he did right before he plunged into her virginity, with his head on his elbow, looking straight into her eyes.
She sighed audibly.
"Ok," was all she said to him.
"Ok, what?" he wasn't expecting her to say anything.
"I'll go out with you." She smiled at him.
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A/N- I'm aware that the first part is very un-Draco-like but, what can I say? He's smitten. But also remember, he went to see Blaise that night. I just didn't get into that.
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Draco nervously approached Kristin after class. He didn't quite know what to say anymore. She had just spent the entire class period with her love, Harry Potter. He knew that she had turned him down before but she didn't seem too happy about it when looking at him today.
She and Harry hadn't said much to each other all through class but Draco could see the care in their eyes. He wished she would look at him like that. Just once. But it wasn't to be. His dream girl would someday end up Harry's reality girl and there's nothing anyone could do about it.
"Hi, Kristin," he said timidly. He couldn't stop staring down at the floor. He could feel is face flush and ran a hand through his silver blonde hair.
"Hello there, Draco Malfoy," she smiled sweetly at him, easing his tension a little with her warm eyes.
"You didn't cause a catastrophe today." He made conversation.
"I know. That whole stupid class was pretty painful, however. Harry kept looking at me like some lost puppy dog. It was horrible."
"I can imagine," he forced a nervous laugh. 'Please don't talk about him,' he silently pleaded with her. "So, I take it, you're not too happy about being over him, are you?"
"I don't know," she sighed heavily, looking at Draco with tears in her eyes. "I mean, I thought I was- who am I fooling? No, I'm not. I love looking at him because he's adorable, but I hate looking at him because he always looks so sad and I have a feeling it's my fault." She was doing some full out crying now. Draco held her close while she spilled her heart to him. "Do you have any clue how that feels? To look at someone and just know that you are meant to be together, even if it's just for a little while? To just want somebody so bad and to see them hurt and know that you can't do anything about it?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, "I've been there a time or two. But Kristin, isn't there something you can do about it? I mean, just tell him that you'd like to go out with him." He couldn't believe that he was giving her advice that meant losing her even more but he just couldn't stand to see her cry anymore.
"It's not that easy, Draco." She sobbed. He gestured to her to follow him to a more deserted hallway so that everyone couldn't see her cry.
"I just can't. There are so many good reasons against it." She continued.
"Name one."
"I can't."
"See?"
"No, I have one," she corrected his assumption, "I just can't tell you."
"So you can't tell me? And you can't tell Potter? What's so bad about it?"
"Because Harry will hate me."
"Hey," he tilted her chin up towards him, "nothing can make him hate you." He looked into her eyes and could feel the magnetism. She brought her face closer to his. Draco wanted desperately to kiss her.
"We had better get to class," he pulled away. He would slap himself for this later, but he couldn't take advantage of her like that. 'What is wrong with you?' his inner voice screamed. 'This isn't you. You should be kissing her, then dragging her up to your room and ravage her while she's still vulnerable.' He shook the horrible thoughts from his head, wiped away her tears, and walked her to her next class.
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Kristin moaned slightly in her sleep. Harry wondered what she was dreaming about. Maybe it was him. He could hope, couldn't he? Watching her sleep, he rethought his decision.
She hadn't really spoken to him in three weeks, after their very brief discussion on her first day back. He still wasn't sure what he was doing, but he wondered if she knew what she was up to. She had turned him down in the library. But after that kiss and the one in the hallway, he hoped she couldn't deny her feelings for him. Then she disappeared and Harry thought that he had lost her forever.
But then, to his relief, she returned. The joy he should have felt was hampered by the tears she hid after they had first spoken. Harry couldn't help but believe that it was his fault she was crying.
He sighed. He had to do it now or he would turn back. He touched her gently on the shoulder. She awoke with a start and looked his direction.
Kristin couldn't see a thing. Something had touched her. She felt it. 'No, not again,' she thought as her heartbeat quickened in terror. But her dread subsided when it wasn't the voice she was used to in these little "visits."
"Kristin," Harry whispered softly. He couldn't be too loud or her roommates would wake up and maybe even catch him. It wasn't likely though under the safety of his invisibility cloak.
"Harry Potter, where are you? What are you doing here?" she knew who it was but still looked around for his location.
Harry appeared before her eyes as he lifted the cloak.
"Shhh. Come with me and I'll explain." He took her hand, pulled her closer to him, and let down the cloak.
Kristin gasped audibly at not being able to see herself. Harry put his finger to her mouth to remind her to stay quiet in the halls.
They walked together in the stillness of the halls. It was much different from what Kristin was used to between classes, when everyone was bustling from here to there. She wondered where he was taking her but decided not to say anything lest Filch or Mrs. Norris be around to hear. So, she followed, in silence, forcing herself to trust him. He led her to the front doors of the castle and he opened them quietly. She trailed him outside; he closed the door behind them. It was then she noticed what he held in the hand that wasn't holding hers. He held it out of the cloak so she could see the Firebolt he had brought with him. They straddled it underneath the cloak and with a nudge, Harry made it take off. His hair lightly tickled her face as it blew in the wind.
They finally landed and Kristin opened her eyes. She looked about her and found herself on the roof of one of the towers. The breeze was light with a cool October chill and the stars shone brightly over head. The night was bright with the light of the full autumn moon. She shivered slightly until Harry wrapped his cloak over her shoulders.
Her eyes were caught by another flicker of lights. Candles. The tiny shimmer of lights surrounded a blanket with a small basket on it.
"What's in there?" she asked coyly, gesturing at the basket.
"A little midnight snack." Harry smiled, pleased by the playful tone in her voice. He walked over to the blanket, still leading Kristin by the hand. He sat down and pulled her after him.
"Cookies?" he offered.
Kristin smiled and accepted with a thank you.
"Kristin?" Harry voice became suddenly low and solemn.
"Yes, Harry Potter," she replied softly.
"What happened? I thought you liked me?"
"I do like you."
"Then why'd you turn me down?" He struggled to keep his voice down. He didn't want to be heard and he didn't want Kristin to think he was yelling at her. He would never win her over that way.
"Harry, I can't explain it to you. I can't explain it to anyone, so please, don't make me." She stared at him with her pleading hazel eyes. He couldn't look into them and continue to feel angry at her for hurting him.
So, he sighed and went back to eating his cookie, before looking up her again suddenly.
"Don't explain." He sweetly demanded, "just look at me the way you did that first day and talk with me the way you did." He paused for a moment. "Go out with me, please."
"Harry"- he covered her words with his lips and pulled her closer into a kiss.
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Kristin wanted to push away but couldn't bring herself to do it. Her hands wrapped around his head and she felt his silky tresses between her fingers.
Slowly, she felt him leaning more and more into her until she laid down and he on top of her. She continued to kiss him passionately as she ran her hands down his bare back. She felt his muscles ripple at her touch and pulled her hands away until she was barely touching him.
He breathed heavily into her and she could feel his heart beat quicken.
Kristin's fingers tugged playfully at the elastic waistband in his silky pajama bottoms. She ran her hands over the cool, smooth fabric, caressing his firm butt underneath.
She yanked harder at the pants pulling them lower and was pleased to find he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her actions pleased him, too. Kristin could feel it against her. She arched slightly against him and he moaned in pleasure. He took the opportunity to wrap his arms all the way around her waist so she couldn't pull herself away from him. He placed soft kisses down her neck, and slipped one of her tank top straps off her shoulders.
Still holding her close, he moved his hands up her back, underneath her shirt. Her skin trembled the way she had imagined many times over the past four weeks. Soon, the tank top she had been wearing was on the roof next to the blanket. She thought for a moment about how she would explain it if the shirt hit a candle and caught fire, but Harry touching her brought her back to the moment.
Her head fell back as she whimpered lightly in ecstasy and Harry's fingers traced circles all over her body. She could feel him on her stomach, on her breasts, shoulders, and back and couldn't wait until he used them other places. He told her with a tug at her pajama pants that he couldn't either. He pulled them lower and over her feet until she lay beneath him, naked, as he lay on top of her, wearing nothing as well.
"I've never done this before," she stopped him.
"I'll go slow. It may hurt a little. I'll try not to." He said reassuring. He was leaning on his elbow, on top of her, gazing into her eyes and running a hand through her velvety hair. He kissed her softly and slowly began to enter her. She was already moist. He could feel it.
Before long, Kristin was moaning. Harry was right. It hurt so bad, but felt far too good to let the pain stop her. A tear ran down her cheek from the sting, but Harry kissed it away.
Soon, the pain ebbed and Kristin bit her lip to keep herself from screaming in rapture. She was constantly reminding herself -and Harry- that people could still hear them and she didn't want anyone to come up there and find them. She'd be expelled in no time.
By this time, Harry was thrusting himself into her and she absolutely loved it. She never really understood what was so great about sex. 'Guess that's what happens yourself that you'll be a virgin forever.' She was going to have to do this more often. She could feel Harry come inside of her and she climaxed as well.
They lay there, breathless, with Harry still inside of her. Their bodies dripped with sweat. Harry was looking at her the same way as he did right before he plunged into her virginity, with his head on his elbow, looking straight into her eyes.
She sighed audibly.
"Ok," was all she said to him.
"Ok, what?" he wasn't expecting her to say anything.
"I'll go out with you." She smiled at him.
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A/N- I'm aware that the first part is very un-Draco-like but, what can I say? He's smitten. But also remember, he went to see Blaise that night. I just didn't get into that.