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"Angelina?" Snape breathed as he pulled away from Angelina's mouth.
Angelina's eyes open and she found herself faced with his imploring brown stare. There was not just question in his eyes, but a hint of fear. Angelina could relate. It was too soon to be sure of anything, and she still feared what this thing was- was it everything or nothing? Apparently, Snape was thinking along the same lines as her.
"What are we doing?" He kept his eyes firmly placed on hers, hoping he would never have to look away. "What does this mean?" Angelina smiled, though it was crooked with uncertainty.
"We're..." But what were they doing? What exactly did this all mean? "We're showing that we... have feelings for each other. That we care about each other. Right?"
"Yes," Snape assured her, nodding quickly. Angelina's smile grew wider. Snape's hands, which had been resting on Angelina's hips, came back to his side.
"What are we going to do?" Angelina asked. "What do you want?"
"I want... you." Angelina blushed. Severus hastened to add, "Not like that..." More cautiously, he then added to this, "Not just like that. I want you. I want you to be mine. All mine."
"I want to be yours," Angelina said, her blush fading now. Unable to help himself, and seeing nothing to stop him, Snape wound himself around Angelina again and kissed her, and she made no objections.
A few moments later, she pulled back and ran her hand down Snape's cheek, his face still so close to hers. It hurt to consider that Snape might be using her, or planning for this to be a one off occurrence, but Angelina knew she had to ask. It would be foolish not to.
"Professor, I hav-." But Snape interrupted.
"Angelina," he chuckled. "You'll never have to call me Professor again, at least not when we're alone. It's Severus."
"Severus," She said for the first time, her face alight with nervous joy. "Severus, I have to ask, what are you expecting?"
"Expecting?" Severus asked, not understanding. "From you? Nothing. Nothing more than you are willing to give."
"Is this... just a one time thing?"
"You think I could be with you once and just forget about you? I couldn't, not with someone... someone like you," Severus said seriously, though slightly hesitantly. "This is as permanent as I can make it Angelina."
Angelina couldn't speak, and simply simpered in front of Severus. Behind that simpering smile, her brain was whirring- what next? Does he want to have sex? Is he expecting me to......... Severus soon put to rest her concerns after his smile suddenly became a bleak grimace.
"But it's getting late. Its time you went back to your dorm."
"I wish I could stay with you, but Lee and Harry-," she couldn't miss the slight curl of Snape's lip at these names, "-will start to worry."
"This is going to have to be secret, Angelina," Severus told her patiently. "No one can know, ok?"
"Yes, I know. I won't tell anyone," Angelina agreed. The thought of this ending was ever so depressing, but she was cheered by the thought that next time she saw him, she would not have to pretend she didn't feel anything for him. "Something tells me my potions skills are going to get worse from here on in. I'll defiantly need more tutoring."
Snape pulled her close again for one last kiss, and after that she whispered goodbye and swept from the room.
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Still flying like a cloud from the joy of kissing Sna- Severus, Angelina waltzed into the common room. She could still feel his mouth on her lips as she walked contentedly toward the stairs.
"Angelina?" a voice asked from the chair by the fireplace. Hermione's head peered out from the side of the chair. Curious, Angelina went over to see what she wanted.
"Hermione?" As she got closer, she saw that Hermione was not alone. Harry, Ron, Lee and Draco were all sitting with her.
"Hey. Take a seat," Lee offered. Slightly confused, Angelina accepted, taking the chair next to Lee.
"What are you all doing still up?" she asked.
"Just talking," Lee lied. Sceptical, Angelina frowned disapprovingly.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted openly. "We were worried. Lee thought we should make sure you were okay. We all thought it was a good idea."
"So what happened?" Lee demanded.
"As you can see, I'm still alive, and I have no mortal wounds."
"How did he treat you?" Harry asked gently.
"Exactly like he always treats everyone."
"Are you going again?" Lee demanded.
"Yes I am." Angelina snapped.
"What for?! You're not that bad at potions!"
"What would you know Lee?!" After a deep breath to calm herself, Angelina stood up. "If you've finished interrogating me, I'll go to bed." After giving Lee a death-stare, she stalked off up the stairs.
When she was gone, Hermione sighed and turned to Lee.
"She said it was fine, Lee."
"I'm not convinced. She might have been lying."
"Lee."
"You saw how defensive she got. She might be hiding something."
"Lee, just-."
"Well, if something did happen, she's hardly likely to tell us. So we don't know."
"She might fancy Snape as much as he fancy's her. They could've got it on. Ewww!" Ron exclaimed.
"Who in their right mind would go for Snape?" Harry asked no one in particular. "I mean, he's so evil." Ron scoffed at this and Harry looked at him questioningly. "Is their something I missed?"
"Ummm... who's your boyfriend?" Ron said bravely, considering that said boyfriend was sitting within cursing distance of him.
"Draco," Harry was warily, wondering what Ron was getting at.
"Draco is evil." He glanced at Draco, checking for any signs of violence from the silent blonde. Since there was no signs of a threat, Ron looked back at Harry. "No offence, but its true. So we should be asking you why someone would go for Snape."
Draco, who was sitting immobile watching the fire, did nothing at this comment, which was quite surprising. (AN: I know, this reaction is quite disappointing. But just let me try out this new and improved calm, sensible Draco that I'm currently testing)
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron and crossed his arms. "Draco is not evil and Snape is nothing like Draco. Draco is hot, sweet and loving. Snape's just ugly and cruel."
Hermione noticed the subtle smile working its way onto Draco's face.
"And dangerous," Lee interjected.
"LEE!" Hermione cried, her amusement at Draco's concealed reaction fading rapidly. "Shut up! Snape is not going to go anywhere near Angelina unless he wants to lose his job."
"Why would anyone go for Angelina?" Ron said suddenly. "That girl is strange and she's not that hot anyway. She's kinda fat." Hermione glared at him angrily, Harry rolled his eyes and Lee stood up. "And ugly," Ron added.
"Take that back Weasley," Lee snarled.
"What?"
"Take that back!" he shouted, drawing his wand like a sword. Draco's eyes wandered lazily to the source of the excitement.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." Ron said, with an insincere tone and palms facing outwards defensively. Hermione jumped up and pushed Lee's wand down, and Lee stood frozen for a moment, just glaring at Ron.
"Bastard," Lee muttered as he left the common room.
Ron looked blankly at Harry, who shrugged. Hermione growled in frustration at both of them and moved to leave.
"What was that about?" Ron asked her. She looked at him patronizingly.
"If you honestly need me to tell you, I will be very worried about you."
"'Mione? Just tell me," Ron whined.
"You might not think much of Angelina, god knows why 'cause she very nice and pretty, but Lee does."
"Oh. So Lee likes Angelina?"
Hermione muttered, "Boys," and walking up the stairs. As Ron still looked confused, Draco decided to help him out.
"Yes, Ron, Lee does like Angelina. And Hermione looks angry. You'd better go after her." Wisely, Draco left out 'if you ever want to score with her again'. Ron smiled uncertainly at Draco's gentle tone, and left. Draco turned his eyes to Harry. "So do you really think I'm hot, sweet and loving?"
"Yep. And a sex-god, but I didn't want to say that in front of Ron."
"I wouldn't have minded."
"He would've."
"Oh well." Draco licked his lips as Harry leaned back in the chair, stretching back his head, exposing his neck (which Draco just so happened to find extremely sexy, but not because he had vampirish tendencies—not as far as I'm aware). Harry started to talk, but was forgot what he was saying when he realised Draco had straddled him in the chair. Holding a finger to Harry's lips, Draco quipped, "Bored of talk. Quiet."
"Is that a request or an order?"
"Call it what you will, just shut up."
With a smile, Harry obliged. Harry hoped no one came down the stairs to see the sight beside the fire, for the sake of his or her sanity. Perhaps thinking along the same lines as this, Draco pulled back and suggested they go back to his dormitory.
"Probably a good idea," Harry nodded.
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Pansy was reading thru the plan for poisoning the teachers for what felt like the millionth, billionth time. She reached the end and sighed. No more mistakes. Crabbe might have the odd brainwave, but he can't spell for shit and his idea of fluent sentence structure was enough to make an author pale.
Bordering on compulsive, Pansy flicked her eyes back to the beginning of the plan, which described which teachers would be swapped. Her eyes widened. Then closed. Her face was suddenly pale and her hands shook the parchment uncontrollably.
"Oh," she breathed, before yelling, "SHIT!" She was tempted to tear the paper in front of her into pieces as she added in a whisper, "Damn it all to hell."
"Pansy?" Blaise said tentatively, poking his head around the corner, as if worried about coming into the open. "I heard you shout. Is there, um, something wrong?"
"Life as we know it is over," Pansy said in a panic. (AN: I like Pansy as melodramatic. Don't you?)
"Pansy, just inhale. Ok? What's wrong?"
"Binns... is a ghost." Pansy looked close to tears, which was confusing to Blaise.
"A gho- what? Of course he's a ghost."
"No. You don't understand."
"Not really."
"He's a ghost which means we can't swap-." Pansy froze and fell to the ground. Her body was rigid and she didn't appear to be breathing.
"Oh Merlin. Pansy?! What's wrong? Pansy?!" Blaise looked around for help, but they were alone.
Harry and Draco came thru the portrait hole and saw Blaise huddled beside a dead-looking Pansy. Harry gasped. If you had put the scene in slow motion you might have caught the slight shocked expression on Draco's face, but in normal speed he appeared to simply take this, as he did everything else, in his stride. Except Harry, who Draco tended to take in his bed, but now I'm just getting off topic.
"Hmmm... Never picked you for the homicidal type, Blaise," Draco said coolly, the slightest note of confused amusement in his voice.
"What? She's- She's- I don't know. Not breathing. Not moving. What's going on?"
"Blaise, slow down. What happened?" Harry had a hunch and looked at Draco. "Dares," he mouthed at his boyfriend. Draco's face appeared blank for a second, then he nodded, realising, but not totally understanding what Harry meant.
"She was telling me something, something about Binns being a ghost, so she couldn't swap... something." If there hadn't been a person lying as if dead on the ground, Harry would have laughed at the confusion on Blaise's face.
"Don't worry; I know what's going on."
"What?"
"Well, Hermione cast a spell on her and-."
"A spell?! Why?! That grimy blooded little bitch is gonna-!"
Harry rushed to explain as Draco shoved Blaise gently to calm him down. "No, its ok. It wasn't a bad spell. It just ensures that Pansy can't say... something's that its best she doesn't say. She almost told you... about the thing she can't tell people, so the spell came into effect. I don't think its permanent and I hope it won't hurt her much."
"So she'll be okay?"
"Yeah." Harry pondered the past animosity between Hermione and Pansy, and felt his doubts of a full recovery grow. "I think. I hope. I don't know."
"So what was she going to tell me that she's not supposed to?"
"If I tell you, that's how I'll end up." Harry pointed at Pansy.
"Oh."
They all held their breath (except Draco who was actually finding this all quite amusing) as twitches of life returned to Pansy's body. Pansy was sitting up and blinking in a second. She stared at Harry, an expression on her face that said that the image before her didn't compute. Then her gaze shifted to Draco. At last she came to Blaise. He smiled at her and sighed in relief.
"Come on, up you get." She held out her hands and he took them in his, pulling her to her feet. Blaise seemed very relieved that Pansy was awake. Although that was probably more to do with his welfare than hers. I mean, come on. If she had been dead, and she had died when he was the only other person in the room, who is everyone going to think did it. He is a Slytherin after all.
"Got this under control, Blaise?" Draco asked, following this with a smirk in Harry's direction. Harry got the hint and moved towards the stairs to the boy's dorms.
"Yeah. Promise I won't ask anymore questions about... whatever that thing was that you're not supposed to talk about."
"Good." Harry said, satisfied. He and Draco turned to each other, smiled and nodded. They left Pansy and Blaise, abandoning them for Draco's dorm. After all, this was the reason they were here, and Pansy going into, then coming out of a coma suddenly was not going to stop them. Pansy took one look at the two of them, laughing as they went up the stairs, and shook her head with a smile. Blaise just shuddered in suppressed revolt.
"See you two in the morning," she said pointedly. Harry just continued, but Draco turned quickly and poked his tongue out at her. From the top of the stairs Harry cleared his throat and Draco hurriedly went up to him, obeying the command like a trained animal.
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Auzchic.
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"Angelina?" Snape breathed as he pulled away from Angelina's mouth.
Angelina's eyes open and she found herself faced with his imploring brown stare. There was not just question in his eyes, but a hint of fear. Angelina could relate. It was too soon to be sure of anything, and she still feared what this thing was- was it everything or nothing? Apparently, Snape was thinking along the same lines as her.
"What are we doing?" He kept his eyes firmly placed on hers, hoping he would never have to look away. "What does this mean?" Angelina smiled, though it was crooked with uncertainty.
"We're..." But what were they doing? What exactly did this all mean? "We're showing that we... have feelings for each other. That we care about each other. Right?"
"Yes," Snape assured her, nodding quickly. Angelina's smile grew wider. Snape's hands, which had been resting on Angelina's hips, came back to his side.
"What are we going to do?" Angelina asked. "What do you want?"
"I want... you." Angelina blushed. Severus hastened to add, "Not like that..." More cautiously, he then added to this, "Not just like that. I want you. I want you to be mine. All mine."
"I want to be yours," Angelina said, her blush fading now. Unable to help himself, and seeing nothing to stop him, Snape wound himself around Angelina again and kissed her, and she made no objections.
A few moments later, she pulled back and ran her hand down Snape's cheek, his face still so close to hers. It hurt to consider that Snape might be using her, or planning for this to be a one off occurrence, but Angelina knew she had to ask. It would be foolish not to.
"Professor, I hav-." But Snape interrupted.
"Angelina," he chuckled. "You'll never have to call me Professor again, at least not when we're alone. It's Severus."
"Severus," She said for the first time, her face alight with nervous joy. "Severus, I have to ask, what are you expecting?"
"Expecting?" Severus asked, not understanding. "From you? Nothing. Nothing more than you are willing to give."
"Is this... just a one time thing?"
"You think I could be with you once and just forget about you? I couldn't, not with someone... someone like you," Severus said seriously, though slightly hesitantly. "This is as permanent as I can make it Angelina."
Angelina couldn't speak, and simply simpered in front of Severus. Behind that simpering smile, her brain was whirring- what next? Does he want to have sex? Is he expecting me to......... Severus soon put to rest her concerns after his smile suddenly became a bleak grimace.
"But it's getting late. Its time you went back to your dorm."
"I wish I could stay with you, but Lee and Harry-," she couldn't miss the slight curl of Snape's lip at these names, "-will start to worry."
"This is going to have to be secret, Angelina," Severus told her patiently. "No one can know, ok?"
"Yes, I know. I won't tell anyone," Angelina agreed. The thought of this ending was ever so depressing, but she was cheered by the thought that next time she saw him, she would not have to pretend she didn't feel anything for him. "Something tells me my potions skills are going to get worse from here on in. I'll defiantly need more tutoring."
Snape pulled her close again for one last kiss, and after that she whispered goodbye and swept from the room.
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Still flying like a cloud from the joy of kissing Sna- Severus, Angelina waltzed into the common room. She could still feel his mouth on her lips as she walked contentedly toward the stairs.
"Angelina?" a voice asked from the chair by the fireplace. Hermione's head peered out from the side of the chair. Curious, Angelina went over to see what she wanted.
"Hermione?" As she got closer, she saw that Hermione was not alone. Harry, Ron, Lee and Draco were all sitting with her.
"Hey. Take a seat," Lee offered. Slightly confused, Angelina accepted, taking the chair next to Lee.
"What are you all doing still up?" she asked.
"Just talking," Lee lied. Sceptical, Angelina frowned disapprovingly.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted openly. "We were worried. Lee thought we should make sure you were okay. We all thought it was a good idea."
"So what happened?" Lee demanded.
"As you can see, I'm still alive, and I have no mortal wounds."
"How did he treat you?" Harry asked gently.
"Exactly like he always treats everyone."
"Are you going again?" Lee demanded.
"Yes I am." Angelina snapped.
"What for?! You're not that bad at potions!"
"What would you know Lee?!" After a deep breath to calm herself, Angelina stood up. "If you've finished interrogating me, I'll go to bed." After giving Lee a death-stare, she stalked off up the stairs.
When she was gone, Hermione sighed and turned to Lee.
"She said it was fine, Lee."
"I'm not convinced. She might have been lying."
"Lee."
"You saw how defensive she got. She might be hiding something."
"Lee, just-."
"Well, if something did happen, she's hardly likely to tell us. So we don't know."
"She might fancy Snape as much as he fancy's her. They could've got it on. Ewww!" Ron exclaimed.
"Who in their right mind would go for Snape?" Harry asked no one in particular. "I mean, he's so evil." Ron scoffed at this and Harry looked at him questioningly. "Is their something I missed?"
"Ummm... who's your boyfriend?" Ron said bravely, considering that said boyfriend was sitting within cursing distance of him.
"Draco," Harry was warily, wondering what Ron was getting at.
"Draco is evil." He glanced at Draco, checking for any signs of violence from the silent blonde. Since there was no signs of a threat, Ron looked back at Harry. "No offence, but its true. So we should be asking you why someone would go for Snape."
Draco, who was sitting immobile watching the fire, did nothing at this comment, which was quite surprising. (AN: I know, this reaction is quite disappointing. But just let me try out this new and improved calm, sensible Draco that I'm currently testing)
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron and crossed his arms. "Draco is not evil and Snape is nothing like Draco. Draco is hot, sweet and loving. Snape's just ugly and cruel."
Hermione noticed the subtle smile working its way onto Draco's face.
"And dangerous," Lee interjected.
"LEE!" Hermione cried, her amusement at Draco's concealed reaction fading rapidly. "Shut up! Snape is not going to go anywhere near Angelina unless he wants to lose his job."
"Why would anyone go for Angelina?" Ron said suddenly. "That girl is strange and she's not that hot anyway. She's kinda fat." Hermione glared at him angrily, Harry rolled his eyes and Lee stood up. "And ugly," Ron added.
"Take that back Weasley," Lee snarled.
"What?"
"Take that back!" he shouted, drawing his wand like a sword. Draco's eyes wandered lazily to the source of the excitement.
"Ok, ok. I'm sorry." Ron said, with an insincere tone and palms facing outwards defensively. Hermione jumped up and pushed Lee's wand down, and Lee stood frozen for a moment, just glaring at Ron.
"Bastard," Lee muttered as he left the common room.
Ron looked blankly at Harry, who shrugged. Hermione growled in frustration at both of them and moved to leave.
"What was that about?" Ron asked her. She looked at him patronizingly.
"If you honestly need me to tell you, I will be very worried about you."
"'Mione? Just tell me," Ron whined.
"You might not think much of Angelina, god knows why 'cause she very nice and pretty, but Lee does."
"Oh. So Lee likes Angelina?"
Hermione muttered, "Boys," and walking up the stairs. As Ron still looked confused, Draco decided to help him out.
"Yes, Ron, Lee does like Angelina. And Hermione looks angry. You'd better go after her." Wisely, Draco left out 'if you ever want to score with her again'. Ron smiled uncertainly at Draco's gentle tone, and left. Draco turned his eyes to Harry. "So do you really think I'm hot, sweet and loving?"
"Yep. And a sex-god, but I didn't want to say that in front of Ron."
"I wouldn't have minded."
"He would've."
"Oh well." Draco licked his lips as Harry leaned back in the chair, stretching back his head, exposing his neck (which Draco just so happened to find extremely sexy, but not because he had vampirish tendencies—not as far as I'm aware). Harry started to talk, but was forgot what he was saying when he realised Draco had straddled him in the chair. Holding a finger to Harry's lips, Draco quipped, "Bored of talk. Quiet."
"Is that a request or an order?"
"Call it what you will, just shut up."
With a smile, Harry obliged. Harry hoped no one came down the stairs to see the sight beside the fire, for the sake of his or her sanity. Perhaps thinking along the same lines as this, Draco pulled back and suggested they go back to his dormitory.
"Probably a good idea," Harry nodded.
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Pansy was reading thru the plan for poisoning the teachers for what felt like the millionth, billionth time. She reached the end and sighed. No more mistakes. Crabbe might have the odd brainwave, but he can't spell for shit and his idea of fluent sentence structure was enough to make an author pale.
Bordering on compulsive, Pansy flicked her eyes back to the beginning of the plan, which described which teachers would be swapped. Her eyes widened. Then closed. Her face was suddenly pale and her hands shook the parchment uncontrollably.
"Oh," she breathed, before yelling, "SHIT!" She was tempted to tear the paper in front of her into pieces as she added in a whisper, "Damn it all to hell."
"Pansy?" Blaise said tentatively, poking his head around the corner, as if worried about coming into the open. "I heard you shout. Is there, um, something wrong?"
"Life as we know it is over," Pansy said in a panic. (AN: I like Pansy as melodramatic. Don't you?)
"Pansy, just inhale. Ok? What's wrong?"
"Binns... is a ghost." Pansy looked close to tears, which was confusing to Blaise.
"A gho- what? Of course he's a ghost."
"No. You don't understand."
"Not really."
"He's a ghost which means we can't swap-." Pansy froze and fell to the ground. Her body was rigid and she didn't appear to be breathing.
"Oh Merlin. Pansy?! What's wrong? Pansy?!" Blaise looked around for help, but they were alone.
Harry and Draco came thru the portrait hole and saw Blaise huddled beside a dead-looking Pansy. Harry gasped. If you had put the scene in slow motion you might have caught the slight shocked expression on Draco's face, but in normal speed he appeared to simply take this, as he did everything else, in his stride. Except Harry, who Draco tended to take in his bed, but now I'm just getting off topic.
"Hmmm... Never picked you for the homicidal type, Blaise," Draco said coolly, the slightest note of confused amusement in his voice.
"What? She's- She's- I don't know. Not breathing. Not moving. What's going on?"
"Blaise, slow down. What happened?" Harry had a hunch and looked at Draco. "Dares," he mouthed at his boyfriend. Draco's face appeared blank for a second, then he nodded, realising, but not totally understanding what Harry meant.
"She was telling me something, something about Binns being a ghost, so she couldn't swap... something." If there hadn't been a person lying as if dead on the ground, Harry would have laughed at the confusion on Blaise's face.
"Don't worry; I know what's going on."
"What?"
"Well, Hermione cast a spell on her and-."
"A spell?! Why?! That grimy blooded little bitch is gonna-!"
Harry rushed to explain as Draco shoved Blaise gently to calm him down. "No, its ok. It wasn't a bad spell. It just ensures that Pansy can't say... something's that its best she doesn't say. She almost told you... about the thing she can't tell people, so the spell came into effect. I don't think its permanent and I hope it won't hurt her much."
"So she'll be okay?"
"Yeah." Harry pondered the past animosity between Hermione and Pansy, and felt his doubts of a full recovery grow. "I think. I hope. I don't know."
"So what was she going to tell me that she's not supposed to?"
"If I tell you, that's how I'll end up." Harry pointed at Pansy.
"Oh."
They all held their breath (except Draco who was actually finding this all quite amusing) as twitches of life returned to Pansy's body. Pansy was sitting up and blinking in a second. She stared at Harry, an expression on her face that said that the image before her didn't compute. Then her gaze shifted to Draco. At last she came to Blaise. He smiled at her and sighed in relief.
"Come on, up you get." She held out her hands and he took them in his, pulling her to her feet. Blaise seemed very relieved that Pansy was awake. Although that was probably more to do with his welfare than hers. I mean, come on. If she had been dead, and she had died when he was the only other person in the room, who is everyone going to think did it. He is a Slytherin after all.
"Got this under control, Blaise?" Draco asked, following this with a smirk in Harry's direction. Harry got the hint and moved towards the stairs to the boy's dorms.
"Yeah. Promise I won't ask anymore questions about... whatever that thing was that you're not supposed to talk about."
"Good." Harry said, satisfied. He and Draco turned to each other, smiled and nodded. They left Pansy and Blaise, abandoning them for Draco's dorm. After all, this was the reason they were here, and Pansy going into, then coming out of a coma suddenly was not going to stop them. Pansy took one look at the two of them, laughing as they went up the stairs, and shook her head with a smile. Blaise just shuddered in suppressed revolt.
"See you two in the morning," she said pointedly. Harry just continued, but Draco turned quickly and poked his tongue out at her. From the top of the stairs Harry cleared his throat and Draco hurriedly went up to him, obeying the command like a trained animal.
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Yay, more DracoHarry moments! Aren't they soooo perfect for each other? Anyways, bye!
Auzchic.