Draco stood leaning on the parapet of the astronomy tower, waiting. His short blonde hair blew wildly in the wind. He had given up almost ten minutes ago to get it to remain still. Why people came up here was beyond him. Sure, it may be private, but it was cold, windy, and bare stone. Why anyone would want to do anything up here was beyond him.
He glanced at his watch. Ginny had made it clear that she wished to see him. Tonight. He sighed. It had been almost a week since he had met Rose down at the beach. He had sat with her for hours before she left without a word.
He couldn't understand. Most girls in the school would fall all over themselves to be with him, but not her. She made a point to avoid him in anyway possible. He hadn't even seen her at meals lately. That worried him. The girl was too thin to be missing…he shook his head. Why would he care if she starved?
"Malfoy, when I offer 500 galleons, I expect results," came the angry voice from behind him. Draco replied blandly, not even turning to look at her.
"My offer has changed; 250 galleons now, 250 later. This is more work then I expected and I want something for it." He finally turned to face her, meeting her blazing eyes coolly. She looked away and futile tried to pull her wildly dancing hair into some semblance of order while fighting for composure. She gave up rolling her eyes.
"Fine. Accio purse." A large bag flew around the corner of the castle a moment later and smacked him in the chest. He blinked at how easily she had given in. She really was desperate. "You better do this well."
Ginny stalked off, disappearing down the stairs. He sat on the parapet, tucking the purse into his robes. Suddenly he jumped to his feet at the sound of a quiet voice from the doorway.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Rose ghosted forward, her face blank. He blinked in surprise.
"Rose, don't you sleep?" If she had come a minute earlier…
"Don't you?" she retorted. He watched as she walked over to the other side of the tower. Suddenly he realized something.
She wasn't wearing the typical Gryffindor robes that were a constant of her wardrobe. Even when they weren't in class he had noticed that she always wore them. Now he wondered why. She was gorgeous. Tight muggle jeans hung low on her hips, while a dark t-shirt clung in all the right places. He swallowed. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He frowned as she climber onto the parapet. She wavered slightly in the wind. He watched as the wind ripped rudely at her brilliant red hair.
"What are you doing?" he asked in confusion. He heard her laugh slightly.
"Why do you care?" she asked. "No one else does." His eyes widened in realization. He ran forward grabbing for her, as she fell into the darkness.
"Rose!" he yelled, leaning over the edge, eyes searching the darkness surrounding the tower, hoping. "Rose!" His shouts were cut off as a whistle pierced the night. Suddenly he fell backwards; landing sprawled in the middle of the tower platform staring at the small figure that was now rocketing towards the clouds.
She was standing on something. He squinted, trying to see what it was but couldn't see it clearly enough. It was too far away. He watched as she worked her way higher and higher, before freezing the plummeting towards the ground. She spun crazily as she fell, but he could see now that she controlled ever movement.
"Accio Skyfire," he commanded after pulling out his wand. His broom appeared in a matter of seconds. He swung his leg over and jumped into the air. He flew swiftly towards the retreating figure that was now racing along the edge of the lake. He urged his broom faster, catching up to her quickly.
He crashed into her as they came to the other side of the lake. She pitched forward off whatever she was flying on before they both tumbled to the ground. He pinned her to the ground panting slightly. His icy eyes glinted dangerously as he glared at her.
"What the hell were you doing? You could have died you twit! Why did you…" he spat out the words before he was interrupted.
"I was flying! And I'm not dead obviously. I knew what I was doing." Her eyes flashed. "What the hell did you do mphh."
Her rant was cut off suddenly as his lips pressed to hers. She gasped into the kiss, struggling only for a brief moment before stopping. He roughly ran his lips along hers until his lungs felt like exploding.
Finally, he began to pull away but was interrupted. Rose had grabbed his robe fronts and was staring at him in confusion. His breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. Her kissed bruised lips were slightly swollen and set in a slight pout. Her eyes almost glowed in the moonlight. Emotion that was normally so carefully hidden rushed threw her eyes like streams. Fear, confusion, heat, passion…
"No," Rose whispered suddenly, pulling him back to her. He blinked in surprise before closing his eyes and complying.
He eased his lips over hers gentler this time, pulling away only briefly before returned. His entire body was on fire. He had never felt so there. He had had a few girlfriends over the years, but more for show then true attraction.
His eyes remained closed as she pulled away slightly. He rested his forehead against hers, listening to her ragged breath, as he attempted to quiet his own.
They lay there, unmoving, until he felt Rose nudge his shoulder gently. He rolled off her gently and just listened as she stood and attached her feet to the funny board. He opened his eyes just in time to see her jump into the air. He sat up and stared at her retreating back.
It's just for the money.