Sorry I left such a cliffy there folks; I didn't mean to do it I really didn't! So for my faithful reviewer (notice how it was singular!) I will finish this damn fic in less then three chapters! Yay! Go me! I would've had this up earlier but something was going funky with , or was it only me, huuummmmm…
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Professor Lupin must be howling somewhere, I decided; the moon was full – and everything was illuminated by its soft slivery-bluish hue. I rolled my eyes at my semi romantic thoughts and wrapped my arms around myself. The moon was out, ok fine, it was still cold and I was only smart enough to put on a flimsy cotton tee-shirt that I had gotten from gorge. "Hey, you had better get out here and kill me quick. I damned cold." No answer. Great. Walking farther in to the stadium, I felt my heart beat quicken as I listened to the groans and whimpers of the magically reinforced wood. Yes the pitch was a wonderful place during the day, but… at night… well; I'll just tell you now that that is a place of nightmares.
So what do you think I did when I heard my name being called like something straight from a muggle horror flick? I jumped of course; who wouldn't? Whirling around I saw him… arms crossed as he lent up against the very same arch that I had come through. A soft voice floated towards me as I tried to calm my heart. "You're late Weasley, never could be on time could you?" oh god no… not him; anyone but him! I was going to have a heart attack by the end of that night I just knew it, every time I got my heart to calm down I got scared shitless, or have to do physical exercise; or now, endorphins and hormones running through my blood from lust. I was not happy. But he was, that happy little smirk painted beautifully across his Anglican mug;
"What...What are you doing here Malfoy?" I asked trying to pull off nonchalant… I don't think it worked. Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm supposed to be here, you poor doush." Doush? Wasn't that short for doushbag, a muggle saying? My poor, poor lust demon; it had to be a slip of the tongue, he would never said something muggle willingly… would he? "Well get lost… I'm waiting for someone. Wait, how did you know I was late?" he just shook his head and push off from the wall, "Merlin's beard, Weasley," Ahhh… a good wizarding saying, "You are gorgeous… but so thick sometimes."
"How dar… huh?" I was stunned. I was Gor... Gorgeous… what the hell kind of game was this. "Oh come on Weasley, who do you think would call you out here, to this poorly made, creepy old pitch at midnight; Especially someone with the name Bad Faith Dragon?"
"Well sure as bloody hell not you!"
He sort of just looked at each me for awhile, then he got this glint in his eye and began walking slowly towards me; I began backing up; an almost tentative expression on my face. "So dumb," he muttered, still stalking at me, "so poor, and so bea-u-ti-ful." That was the second time he said it. I should have shouted at the stars my thanks; I was finally getting what I wanted! The objects of my affections, calling me, a Weasley, long limbed; bid nosed; red headed, Weasley beautiful! This was wicked; to say the least.
Then I felt something against my back. A goal hoop. Bloody brilliant. Looking down I saw him, just standing there, almost on top of me, stupid smirk still on his features. Oh how I would have loved to lean down just then and have my way with his lovely mouth. But I did what I was best at; nothing. I stood like an imbecile, letting his gray eyes eat up my uncertain visage. "Wha…What are you playing at Malfoy?" I said, I sounded intelligent if I do say so myself. He rolled his eyes again, he seems to be good that. "Really Weasley!" he said, "do you realize that every time you glance at me, I know? That every time you think about me, I know? I know, Weasley that you seem to think that my Quidditch robes are quite flattering, but… I would have to agree." I could feel the metal of the hoops under my palms. This had to be some sort of a trick, I mean lust demon or not this was a Malfoy! Son of Lucius Malfoy; Deatheater extraordinaire! This was not something I could've taken lightly.
"But you Weasley, you are just something exquisite. Everything you are and do has a passion. Like… like the color red…" I pushed back up against the pole harder, I wanted to leave… NOW! I didn't want to hear the bloody clichéd hair analogy; I wanted to get away from this torture. Because that was what this had become; torture. Somehow… I realized that somehow he had figured out that I had a stupid damnable schoolboy crush on him and decided that he was going to tease me about it. Wouldn't an announcement to the great hall be a better choice?
I felt a hand on my cheek and glanced down sharply. "…just like the color of your lips."
"Huh?"
"Your passion Weasley, it's just like the color of your lips." Now that was defiantly was not what I was expecting. His own lips parted slightly. Oh god, tempt me no more! "Just… so… kissable…" my jaw went slack as I felt Draco's thumb run across my bottom lip; I was trembling. Then suddenly I could feel his breath on my face, and I didn't know how he had gotten up here or had I gotten down there? It wasn't of consequence. I could see his striking gray eyes half lidded with want, and I couldn't take it any more. "Just so damned Kissable…" I had to get out of there that instant.
My body was the equivalent of a Firebolttm as I pushed around Malfoy away from me. I wanted to kiss him I really did, but if I did that I was admitting to my self that this might not be real. It had to be real. I couldn't take it if it was a joke, and when I kissed him, oh god that would be good, Slytherins would pour out from every crevice on the pitch just to laugh at me. Well that would just be too much. I think I would have a nervous breakdown. 'Forgive me…' I begged as I ran the cowards mile straight towards the arch, grabbed Harry's cloak and was gone.
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(Insert evil laugh here) yes my pretties… only one more chapter to go! That is unless I get some feed back on whether or not you guys out there want me to write and post the part before Ron writes in his journal (not diary folks, journal).
Note to readers: this chapter will probably be rewritten. I didn't like how the ending came out.
Hey nicole-purple thanks for the spell change I feel so embarrassed!
Oh and thanks to I Heart DM 11, I've never had a repeat reader! Thanks for all the nice nice reviews and such. (If you haven't figured out that was you I was talking about above)