Conquest of the Heart

Chapter Five

Don't be Mad

DM

I wake up in the middle of the night. I don't know why but something was telling me not to sleep anymore. When I look at the enchanted, glow-in-the-dark clock on my wall, it says that it's 1:30. I close my eyes and try to get back to sleep but am unsuccessful. Maybe I'll just go relax in on of those armchairs downstairs or something. I stand up and look down. Let's change into something more comfortable though. I forgot the annoying chafing feeling I get when I sleep in my robes with the uniform underneath it. I change into a pair of slightly baggie black pajama pants that feel good against my skin and leave the matching top unbuttoned.

As I creep down the stairs, I hear something. The sound of a page turning and someone sniffing like they were crying. When I reach the foot of my staircase, I see who made those noises. Dorothy is sitting in a green armchair, flipping through the pages of some book in her lap and…crying? I walk over silently and see her sitting there in her pajamas, which consists of a long, pink, silky, pajama shirt and no pajama pants. Oh, no! Those legs! No, focus, Draco, focus! I wonder what she's crying about. I get just a little closer and look at the book in her lap. It's a photo album. The picture that she's looking at, though, is what throws me off guard. Her and I, crouching in the snow, planting the Empherus plants last year.

"What are you doing?" I say, catching her off guard. She jumps, her photo album snapping shut, and she slips off the armchair. She looks up at me from her spot on the floor, the tears still streaming down her pale cheeks. She tries to wipe them away and act like nothing is wrong.

"Oh—er—nothing! I was just reading. It helps me sleep better," she lies. Ha! Try again?

"Can I see your book?" I ask. Let's see if I can catch you red handed.

"NO!" she shouts suddenly. My eyebrow automatically arches as I look down at her. "I mean, no. I got this as a present. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested in it."

"Really? Why not?" I can tell she's getting flustered trying to come up with reasons. I'm backing her into a corner.

"Because…um…because it's a romance," she says finally.

"What makes you think I don't like romances?" I drawl on.

"You're a boy," she says.

"I'd prefer the term 'man,' thank you very much." I get down on my knees in front of her, lean in like I'm going to kiss her, and swipe the book from her. She panics and tries to get her book back but fails.

"Hey! No fair!" she yells when I pull it out of her reach and stand up. I flip through the pages quickly. Pictures…of us!

"What is this?" I ask, giving her a menacing glare. "Answer me."

"It's a photo album!" she snaps quickly. "Don't interrogate me! It's my book!"

With agility, she snatches her book back and holds in to her chest. I tower over her, moving in front of her very quickly. I finally notice that I am, in fact, taller than her, by a large margin. She's a little startled at the look on my face, I guess, and falls back into her chair. I lean over her and look into her blue eyes. She's glaring at me. How cute.

"Are you still mad?" I ask. Hey, I really wanna know!

"What do you care?" she asks with venom in her voice.

"Are.You.Still.Mad?" I repeat, pausing between each word. She's quiet for a moment.

"Yes," she replies, looking down.

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be mad!" I demand. "I said I was sorry…or…er…tried to!"

"I don't care." Please, don't be mad! Don't you dare make me beg!

DA

Why should you care if I'm mad or not!? You're the one who made me this way! You broke my heart, threw it in the dirt, and stepped on it like it was garbage. Of course I'm mad! I have a right to be! Wait, what are you doing!?

He's leaning in. He keeps getting closer and closer and closer. It's making me nervous. I can feel his breath on my face now. It's kind of a mix between warm and cool and it smells like spearmint. His eyes are so silvery. I remember those eyes so well. Wait, no! I refuse to let him win! I won't give in!

I try to look away, oh god how I need to look away, but I just can't! His pale, cold hand slowly comes up and cups my cheek. Scream, girl! Call Hermione to help you or something! Anything!

"N-no!" I manage, closing my eyes and looking away just as his lips encounter my cheek. Oh gods, that was close! He doesn't take the hint though and simply kisses my cheek until he's at my ear and he stops to whisper in it. Why does he have to make it so bloody hard to be mad at him?

"Please," he whispers. What? Did he just say 'please?' "Please don't be mad. I'm begging here! Please!!"

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? This is not fun for me! How much longer can I hope out against an attack as brutal as this? I mean, I do still have feelings for him but I've managed to submerge those in my mind and stay angry at him. It's not going to last much longer at this rate.

"I-I…" What should I say? I do or don't? "I…I…"

"You?" Hey, don't rush me!

"I…I can't forgive you, Draco…" I finally manage. "It hurts too much." He stands up straight and looks at me with those eyes that seem to be hardening from liquid silver to steely gray. I look away. "I'm sorry, but I can't forgive you after what you did. If only you could understand how it feels…"

He doesn't say anything else, just simply turns and walks back up his staircase and into his dormitory, silent as the grave. My eyes follow him. I know it's not fair, but life isn't fair, Draco. After he disappears, I stand up, still clutching the photo album to my chest, and start for my staircase as well. Something tells me that this is going to be a very long year.

Hermione must be fast asleep for she doesn't say anything when I enter, just snores a little and rolls over. I give a small smile at her and walk over to my bed, pull back the scarlet covers, and rest my bare legs on the soft, satin sheets that await me. I set the album on the floor and slide it under the bed before rolling over, pulling the blankets snuggly over my figure, and closing my eyes, welcoming a sad, dreamless sleep.

DM

Why is it so hard to seduce her into forgiving me? I thought she would welcome that kiss with open arms! I guess I was wrong! I have to find a better way to go about this…a damn good way too. She's smart. She's wised up a lot since last year and I can tell…but…oh, god I want to kiss her again! She's driving my crazy. Sometimes I just want to through her down and snog or shag her! It's really frustrating to want something you can't have!

I'm pacing back and forth in my room. She just keeps turning me down…but not for long. I'm a Malfoy and Malfoy's always get what we want when we want it, and right now, I want her! She's says she's in pain, well give me a chance and I'll get rid of it! I plop down on my bad, falling back onto the green blankets and breaking in my room. What am I going to do? I run a hand through my hair. It's kind of getting long I guess. Maybe I'll have Blaise give it a trim or something tomorrow but I'm done gelling it. Takes too much work to get it just right and gel costs money so just leaving it dangling is fine I guess. Wait, stay focused, Draco! What do you really want right now? A girl or a haircut?

I just asked myself the stupidest question in the world. I sigh and crawl up all the way on the bed and adjusting so that the covers are over my body and not under it. I look up at the ceiling. Oh, enchanted to look like the night sky, hm? Like the great hall? Oh well…I'm tired. I should try to get back to sleep. I'll put some kind of brilliant plan into action tomorrow after breakfast.

A/N: Chapter 5 ending. Anyway, I guess I got another chapter done before my trip Good, huh? Well, I might write another but I'm not sure. I'll probably wait until after I get back from my vaca. Hope you don't mind. Anyway, I wanna thank Emma Barrows, my most loyal review since Rain. Still gotta get around to your stories but I'll start them soon. Sorry it's taking so long. I feel bad. Anyway, R&R. Ciao.

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