"Well, to start off we get to know each other better, and once we get to
Hogwarts, we used their library . . . I guess we cold start here, but every
book we use has to be in the exact place." Chloe said following Draco to
the bed. "He knows where very book goes."
"We'll start tomorrow . . . but for now tell me about Windmore, or your uncle when he was younger." Draco said with amusement in his voice.
"Windmore was, and still is, a snooty, stuck-up, rich girl school. Absolutely horrible! I had few friends, because I wasn't 'LIKE' them. I had a connection to the Headmistress. My best friends Zoë and Alexis were her granddaughters, and my boyfriend . . . ex-boyfriend is her grandson, I met him because of Zoë and Alexis. It's all a vicious cycle."
"Now what about your uncle?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything . . . do you know about his school days?"
"Not much. Just that he was always an odd child. Always in the dungeons."
"He hasn't changed much!"
"Grandmother Snape use to tell me about him as a small child, when I would stay here with them. His familiar was a gardener snake named cutie!" Chloe said pausing to let Draco finish laughing, " He also use to have a muggle rubber ducky . . . I've got pictures of that. I'll show you sometime. I use to spend every summer here. He used to spoil me rotten. Everything involved magic. Since I lived with y father's parents, and they were muggle, he was afraid I wouldn't be up to Snape qualifications. For birthdays and holidays he would send something magical, whether it was textbooks, brooms . . . you name I probably got it from him. Summers were great. We would read together, he eve put that old swing out there on the tree for me. He's so different not." Chloe said pulling the covers up to her chin. "he's hardly spoken to me all summer."
"That's how he is . . . he doesn't speak to anybody." Draco said wrapping his arms around Chloe.
"I guess so . . ." Chloe said scooting closer to Draco as the storms magnitude increased. "You know Draco, if I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying this storm."
"Possibly." Draco said with a questioning tone to his voice. "Or maybe it's not the storm at all."
"DRACO MALFOY YOU WOULDN'T! AAAHHHHH!" Chloe yelled as Draco stated to tickle.
"Oh yes I would . . . already di. . ." Draco started, but was tackled by Chloe before he could finish his sentence.
"Two can play at that game." Chloe said sitting on top of Draco, and holding his arms down.
Draco didn't respond at first he just stared open mouthed at Chloe. 'Wow didn't think she had it in her.' He thought with a smirk.
"What's that smirk for? Do I have something on my face?"
"Huh?" Draco asked.
"You're staring at me!"
"Oh . . . sorry! I was just thinking of how to do this . . ." Draco said reversing their position so Chloe was now on her back. "Without hurting you."
"Don't worry about it . . . this definitely doesn't hurt." Chloe said pulling Draco down to her by his nightshirt.
. . . The next morning
As Chloe walked into the kitchen she saw Draco sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in on hand and the Daily Prophet in the other.
"Your bed sleeps much better." Chloe said pouring herself a cu of coffee.
"Gee I wonder why that is? Could it be was actually attempted to sleep in my bed?" Draco asked eyeing Chloe's choice of clothing.
"What are you staring at?"
"You're wearing that today?"
"No!" Chloe said looking down at her nightdress. "I wore it last night . . . well part of the night."
"Oh yes, I remember now. I stepped over it this morning on my way down here." Draco said with a slight smile playing at his lips. Chloe gave a slight cough as her cheeks reddened. "You're blushing!" Draco said with a laugh.
"This isn't exactly something I talk about every morning."
"Well then lets go start looking things up in the library."
"Alright . . . what do you want to start with . . . protection, spells, or potions?" Chloe asked as the left the kitchen and headed for the library.
"We'll start tomorrow . . . but for now tell me about Windmore, or your uncle when he was younger." Draco said with amusement in his voice.
"Windmore was, and still is, a snooty, stuck-up, rich girl school. Absolutely horrible! I had few friends, because I wasn't 'LIKE' them. I had a connection to the Headmistress. My best friends Zoë and Alexis were her granddaughters, and my boyfriend . . . ex-boyfriend is her grandson, I met him because of Zoë and Alexis. It's all a vicious cycle."
"Now what about your uncle?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Anything . . . do you know about his school days?"
"Not much. Just that he was always an odd child. Always in the dungeons."
"He hasn't changed much!"
"Grandmother Snape use to tell me about him as a small child, when I would stay here with them. His familiar was a gardener snake named cutie!" Chloe said pausing to let Draco finish laughing, " He also use to have a muggle rubber ducky . . . I've got pictures of that. I'll show you sometime. I use to spend every summer here. He used to spoil me rotten. Everything involved magic. Since I lived with y father's parents, and they were muggle, he was afraid I wouldn't be up to Snape qualifications. For birthdays and holidays he would send something magical, whether it was textbooks, brooms . . . you name I probably got it from him. Summers were great. We would read together, he eve put that old swing out there on the tree for me. He's so different not." Chloe said pulling the covers up to her chin. "he's hardly spoken to me all summer."
"That's how he is . . . he doesn't speak to anybody." Draco said wrapping his arms around Chloe.
"I guess so . . ." Chloe said scooting closer to Draco as the storms magnitude increased. "You know Draco, if I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying this storm."
"Possibly." Draco said with a questioning tone to his voice. "Or maybe it's not the storm at all."
"DRACO MALFOY YOU WOULDN'T! AAAHHHHH!" Chloe yelled as Draco stated to tickle.
"Oh yes I would . . . already di. . ." Draco started, but was tackled by Chloe before he could finish his sentence.
"Two can play at that game." Chloe said sitting on top of Draco, and holding his arms down.
Draco didn't respond at first he just stared open mouthed at Chloe. 'Wow didn't think she had it in her.' He thought with a smirk.
"What's that smirk for? Do I have something on my face?"
"Huh?" Draco asked.
"You're staring at me!"
"Oh . . . sorry! I was just thinking of how to do this . . ." Draco said reversing their position so Chloe was now on her back. "Without hurting you."
"Don't worry about it . . . this definitely doesn't hurt." Chloe said pulling Draco down to her by his nightshirt.
. . . The next morning
As Chloe walked into the kitchen she saw Draco sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in on hand and the Daily Prophet in the other.
"Your bed sleeps much better." Chloe said pouring herself a cu of coffee.
"Gee I wonder why that is? Could it be was actually attempted to sleep in my bed?" Draco asked eyeing Chloe's choice of clothing.
"What are you staring at?"
"You're wearing that today?"
"No!" Chloe said looking down at her nightdress. "I wore it last night . . . well part of the night."
"Oh yes, I remember now. I stepped over it this morning on my way down here." Draco said with a slight smile playing at his lips. Chloe gave a slight cough as her cheeks reddened. "You're blushing!" Draco said with a laugh.
"This isn't exactly something I talk about every morning."
"Well then lets go start looking things up in the library."
"Alright . . . what do you want to start with . . . protection, spells, or potions?" Chloe asked as the left the kitchen and headed for the library.