Chapter Six
Grogginess, Kisses, and Anger
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A tousled amount of dark auburn hair was all anyone would be able to pick out in the empty common room. Star sat in a large cushy chair working on her potions homework. Trying to cover a yawn, her blurred blue eyes looked at the old grandfather clock in the corner. 'It's past 3 in the morning. no wonder I can't keep my eyes open,' she thought as she closed her book but made sure she marked her place. Stretching her small frame she got up and knelt down in front of the fire (which threatened to die any moment) in an attempt to warm herself. Standing once more, Star sluggishly gathered up her Potion Essay (Explain the effects and uses of Hellbore) and decided it was time to head up to her dorm and at least try to get a little sleep before classes in the morning. The fireplace had other intentions, as the red-head turned back towards the stairway all of the papers and books she held in her hands suddenly flew up in the air at the shock of seeing a head in the fireplace.
"Ah, nice to see at least someone is up," it took Star a moment to recognize the owner of the familiar drawling voice.
"M-Mr. M-Malfoy?" she asked timidly thinking maybe her brain was so foggy from being tired she was just seeing things.
"Good evening, Ms. Trivius. Would you happen to know if my son is about?"
"I think he's up in his dorm sleeping, Mr. Malfoy. It's past three in the morning."
"And yet you're still awake?"
"Potions homework. I forgot about it."
"Would you go up and get my son?"
Star hesitated, girls weren't allowed in the boys' dormitory, "..."
"It will only be for a second."
"Alright...I guess there's no harm in that," she replied with a tired, but bright smile.
Setting her things down she made her way up to the seventh years' boys' dorms. Slowly opening the heavy wooden door, her eyes smiled slightly at the very mismatched room. Posters of various Quidditch teams and muggle sports teams hung everywhere amidst the colors of Slytherin and Griffyndor. Trying to be quieter than she ever had before, the Griffyndor stealthy made her way through the dorm looking in each bed to see where Draco's was. Only when she saw a tousled amount of pure blonde hair did she know she had found the right bed. Kneeling on the side Draco's handsome features faced, her small hand rested on his strong arms and shook him slightly, her voice barely rising over a whisper, "Draco..."
All she received was a mumble of some sort without him moving an inch. Scowling slightly, she tightened her grip on his arm and shook him again whispering his name a little louder. Once again all she received was an incoherent mumble. This invoked a growl from her; not being a patient person Star stood grabbed the bedding, sheets and all and pulled as hard as she could. The muffled crash of the blonde Malfoy was her reward.
"Oof!...what the-?!"
Star stood back and watched while holding back her laughter as he tried to untangle himself from the twisted bedding. When he finally stood, she took in his ruffled appearance. The mighty Draco Malfoy stood there in dark green pajama bottoms and nothing else, a soft blush crept up her cheeks, she didn't even notice the look of anger soften when he saw who had awoken him.
"Did you need something, Star? Or was yanking me out of bed in the middle of the night your subtle way of displaying humor?" His grogginess mixed with the sudden adrenaline was rather funny to Star.
"Neither. I was told to come up ad get you. Your father is waiting for you in the fireplace."
"The fireplace??" Star couldn't decide what was funnier; the look of dawning comprehension or the groggy barely awake look on Draco's face.
A soft smile graced his sensual lips, "Thanks, Star." Planting a quick, chaste kiss on her cheek he made his way downstairs.
He didn't notice the pleasantly shocked look on Star's face as her fingertips lightly touched the spot on her cheek where his lips had rested briefly. Quickly regaining her sense, although she couldn't get rid of the small grin on her face, she followed him down intending to grab her potions homework. She wasn't prepared for the thundering voice yelling downstairs that stopped her on the bottom steps.
"You idiotic-pathetic excuse for a son!"
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HA: gasps What int he world could Draco's father be so angry about?! Guess you'll have to wait and find out eh?