Rain
By: Who Else? Me
Chapter Sixteen
In the Slytherin Common Room
The Empherus Plants were ready to be set outside. Today, Christmas Eve, was the day that the last petals, in the center of the flower, would open. Draco and Dorothy both took the plant and began to plant it in the snow outside. Both of their hands were red and numb when the planting was finished because they had left their mittens in the café. Dorothy smiled down at the large white flower at her feet her before leaving for the Great hall.
The rest of the day was off for the Holidays. People had left for home and Dorothy looked sadly as she watched the carriages depart. She was happy, though, to see that Pansy Parkinson was in one of them. The pug-faced girl gave Dorothy a look that could kill before closing her carriage's door. When she walked back into the school, she sighed and decided she would spend a little bit of time in the library.
She greeted Madam Pince as she entered and left to look up some books. When she's found one, she sat down at a table and started reading. Her thoughts kept wandering to the discussion the day before in the café...would that really count as a discussion? She found she was reading the same sentence over and over. She managed to finish the book though the details of it were scratchy. She put the book back and looked for another but paused continuously just to remember the softness of Draco's lips on hers. She decided she wasn't going to get much done and left the library, waving to Madam Pince as she did so.
She began wandering the halls. They were practically empty. Everyone was either in their common rooms sleeping, hanging out, or playing games, in the Great Hall having a late breakfast, or at home with their families in their homes. Just as she paused to turn and leave the dungeons of which she had been absentmindedly walking through, someone grabbed her and pulled her behind a statue. When she looked, she sighed in relief at the person behind her.
"You scared me to death, Draco," Dorothy said, looking at him with her pale blue eyes.
"You want to come in the Slytherin common room," he asked, licking her ear seductively. "Almost everyone has gone home and everyone else won't say anything if I tell them not to. C'mon. It'll be fun."
"I don't think we should, Draco," Dorothy replied. "If we get caught, we could be in detention for the rest of the year."
"Oh, come on. Stop being such a goody two shoes." He was trying his hardest just to pull her toward the common room entrance. "Please. I'll never ask you to do it again. Just this once. Can't you break the rules a little bit?"
"I-I don't know," Dorothy hesitated but in the end gave in to Draco's pleading. She followed him through the portrait hole and into the green and silver common room. The only two people in the common room where his to monkeys, Crabbe and Goyle, and they seemed to be nothing but look outs. They watched the portrait hole and the dormitory stairs.
"See? With them watching, no one will catch us," Draco coaxed, pulling her over to the green armchairs by the fire.
He sat down and made Dorothy sit down on his lap. She blinked at him and smiled. The Slytherin bent down and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands begin to rub her shoulders and back. They continued on like that for a long time before they broke away and Dorothy rested her head on his shoulder. How unusual this must look, thought Dorothy.
"You're all mine," Draco whispered playfully in her ear. "No one else can have you. I want you all to myself, if only for an hour."
"Well, I'm yours then," she replied, grasping his hands in hers.
"Draco!" yelled Goyle, running over, looking bent out of shape. "It's Snape! He's coming into the common room! What do I do?"
"Er...stall him!! Dorothy, you need to hide!" Draco looked all around the room for a good spot to hide her.
"Where!?" Dorothy asked, scanning the room with her eyes as well.
"Er—uh—there! Under the table! I'll put a blanket over it and pretend that I'm reading!" And so they did and when Goyle could no longer stall.
"Good afternoon, Draco," said the professor entered. "What is wrong with that friend of yours? He's acting so strangely. Oh well...catching up on your studies?"
"Yes, I can't afford to fail any classes, professor, or father will have my head, if you know what I mean," Draco replied. "What are you doing in the common room, professor? Did you forget something?"
"Er—yes. My quota on how many of the other houses' points I'm going to deduct after the holidays," Snape said, picking up a piece of parchment from the floor by the bulletin board. "Ah, that's right. 105 from Hufflepuff, 90 from Ravenclaw, and 195 from Gryffindor."
"I knew it," said Dorothy by mistake. She clamped her hands over her mouth and listened to hear if Snape had heard her.
"Did you say something, Draco?" the professor asked.
"I-I said I knew that I did something wrong in this Arithmancy problem, I wondered why I kept getting 4587 when the answer Professor Vector gave us was 11." Draco was trying hard not to be suspicious and Dorothy wondered if he'd done this before. Probably not.
"Ah, Arithmancy. A very tricky class. Never took it myself. Well, I should probably add a few points to this," said Snape holding up the quota paper. "I'll be off, then."
When Goyle signaled that the coast was clear, Draco helped Dorothy out from under the table. She looked a little angry.
"I knew that good for nothing Snape was taking points away from the houses on purpose," she huffed. "He's even taking way more away from Gryffindor than the others. Why that...that..."
"Dorothy, I've never seen you so angry. It's scary," joked Draco, trying to calm her mood.
A/N: Okay, this was pretty good I guess. Things are getting really mushy. I don't know if it'll let up anytime soon so beware!
Ciao.
WEM