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Asleep in the Arms of the Enemy
The sun was shining brightly and the birds were singing gaily as I sat happily on a hill having a nice picnic of gourmet cheeses, dips and crackers with my lover. Only, there was something different about my lover that I just couldn't put my finger on. He turned to look at me,
"ARRGGHHH!" I screamed, as I leaped up from where I was sitting, "My…ahhh…. Lord, umm, how …… nice it is to see you."
Question, why in the world was I having a picnic with Lord Voldemort? Especially since he was out to get my brother's best mate!
"As it should be," he replied nibbling on a bit of Gorgonzola
By now, the shocked look on my face had been replaced by one of plain confusion as I sat down.
Well, I thought to myself, It must be OK to dine with him. After all, if he had wanted to kill me, surely he would have done it by now.
So, I had a picnic with the Dark Lord, cool huh?
Anyway, that's not the point, the point is that I have to study for my Potions exam.
I awoke straight away suddenly becoming aware of the situation. Remembering only slightly, about having a picnic with Voldemort. Strange, I thought.
Anyway, I decided to try and cram in some last minute study in the spare classroom. As I approached the classroom, I could hear the sound of ruffling parchment and someone reading under their breath. I stopped, dead in my tracks and then slowly made my way to the door. I twisted the doorknob and braced myself…
"What do you want?" the voice snapped
I sighed, it was Malfoy.
"The same thing as you by the look of it," I snapped back, "to have some peace and quiet and get some last minute studying done."
Malfoy looked my way and a strange feeling washed over me but I shook it off. He continued to stare at me and after five minutes of rereading the same sentence because of Malfoy's undignified staring I began to become flustered.
Goodness knows why, I thought, I HATE Malfoy, don't I?
And then it hit me, and by the look on Malfoy's face, it had hit him as well. He came over to sit next to me. I looked up at him and I knew what was to happen next. His hands caressed my face as he eased his lips over mine. He kissed me and I kissed him back. The worst part? I actually enjoyed it!
I woke up a few hours later to find, to my horror that I had been sleeping in the arms of no other than Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy!" I whispered harshly as to wake him up,
He didn't budge, but someone came bursting into the classroom.
Please let it not be a teacher, please let it not be a teacher! I hoped with all my might, but apparently hoping isn't enough as Professor Snape, closely followed by Professor McGonagall, came striding in.
I was still sitting helplessly in the arms of sleeping Draco Malfoy and the top four of my blouse buttons were undone. I was caught, sleeping in the arms of the enemy.
A/N- Please review and tell me what you think. To sequel or not to sequel – THAT is the question…