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Chapter Ten
Just the Beginning
I heard a slight knock on my oak door. I groaned at this interruption, even if I all I was doing was staring at Hermione's picture. I opened my door and glared at the person who interrupted me. My gaze softened when I noticed it was just a house elf.
"Yes?"
"Umm…M-master re-requests your pr-pr-presence in his li-library" he managed to stutter out.
"Alright. Dismissed."
The house elf disapperated with a pop. I closed my door behind me and stompeddown the stairs to my father's library. I knocked roughly on the large door and waited for a response.
"Come in Draco."
I opened the door and seated myself in front of him in one of the uncomfortable chairs.
This manor was exactly the way I left it…dark, gloomy, and unwelcoming. The house was spotless, but I couldn't help but feel grimy as I sat in front of my father. His shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and he had a sour expression painted across his face. I couldn't help but glare back at him.
"You called?"
"Yes. I have heard some disturbing news from some of my sources at your school."
I furrowed my anger in fury as I thought of Goyle. That idiot! I'm gonna kill him when I see him. My thoughts of murder were interrupted with my father's booming voice.
"What is this I hear of you having feelings for a mudblood?!" my father yelled.
Knuckles rasped against the door.
"WHAT?!" Lucius barked.
"Watch you tongue Lucius, you may regret your words later." My mother said smoothly, walking over to Lucius who was slowly calming down at the sight of her.
My mother was an elegant woman. She no longer had that expression on her face, the expression that made her unlikable. Her hair was now nearly waist-length. It was smooth, silky, and gleamed in the sunlight. It moved easily and freely, much like mine. Her complexion was clear and her skin smooth. It was obvious I got my looks from her but my horrible attitude from my father. She wore a dark green gown that fit her snugly and dragged slightly as she walked over to my father's side and placed her arm over his shoulders.
"I presumed you heard?" I said in a bored tone.
"Of course. How could I not? That is why I came here. To inform your father to never use that word under this roof ever again." She said firmly as her grip around my father's shoulder tightened, causing his jaw muscles to clench.
"Explain yourself." He spat.
"Why should I? It's none of your business!"
"If it has to do with someone tainting our pure blood, then yes, it does."
"Well, guess what! I don't care if she does or doesn't!"
"YOU WILL CARE!" he roared.
"Lucius! Let me handle this!"
"Draco dear, are you and Hermione going out?"
"I'm surprised you said her name mother…"
"What do you take me for? I have respect for everyone, unlike your father."
Lucius lips twitched slightly at her comment but held his tongue. Everyone knew that when my mother had a strong opinion on something, she has the last word. Period.
"Yes, we're going out and more."
"More dear? Do you mind expanding on that?"
"No."
"YOU WILL DO AS YOUR MOTHER SAYS!"
"Lucius! Please dear, enlighten us on your current status with Hermione."
I was reluctant to tell my mother in front of my father. I didn't understand why they should care. I didn't need their approval.
"I don't need your approval."
"Tell me now." My mother said firmly.
"We're getting married." I stated flatly with a little bit of air in my voice.
"Excuse me?"
I stared straight at my father's face as I said this. He was fuming.
"We are getting married as soon as we graduate."
"Draco, this is not wise."
"Why not?!" I said standing up. My father stood slowly, towering over my mother.
"You will not marry that filth!"
"LUCIUS! If you insult her kind again, you will royally regret it."
"I do not care. I will not stand here and tolerate this! My son will not get married to her and that is final! You will have an arranged marriage like me and that is my final word on this matter."
"You can no longer tell me what to do."
"You still live under my roof!"
"THEN I'LL LEAVE!" I screamed at him as I pushed past my chair, causing it to fall over and break. I pushed open the door and stormed to my room. I flicked out my wand and summoned a suitcase. I heard running and yelling but I ignored them.
"Draco! Stop! Please stop!" my mother yelled, closely followed by my father.
She put her hand lightly on mine, which stopped my movement. I stood up and looked at both of them with such rage, it made my mother step farther from me, back to my father.
"Draco, don't leave. You can marry. We don't mind."
"Speak for yourself Narcissa." He said deadly.
"Shut up Lucius. Are you too blind to notice that he is our only child, and your only heir?"
He opened his mouth to retort, but he closed it back and just continued to stare coldly at me.
"Draco. I wish to invite Hermione over for the week."
"I will not have that mudblood in this house! That is final Narcissa!"
This is was the straw that broke the camel's back. She whipped around and slapped him hard across his face. He stared harshly at mother, with shock and ferocity.
"I have never seen such horrid behavior from you or any pureblood other than you-know-who. How dare you say that about her! She is a wonderful young lady. I have met her personally. Do you dare insult me also?" she hissed.
"Do you dare forget that I am also part muggle. Even though I am a very small part, I am still. Do you? Answer me, Lucius!"
She was seething. I have never seen my mother smack my father nor yell at him. My father pushed the thought of her being part muggle out of his mind a long time ago. I personally liked my mother this way.
"I do not dare forget Narcissa. Do what you want Draco. But mark my words, you dare bring shame to this family and I will deal with you personally. I'll leave you two to discuss our soon-to-be guest."
With that as his final word, he left. I was beyond words. Lucius Malfoy, my father, baking down from my mother?! I was astounded. My mother turned her back to the door and smiled sweetly at me. I was very skeptical.
"Did you really meet Hermione?"
"I said hi to her once. She seemed nice. But more over, I cannot stand your father acting that way. I have bottled it up too long." She sighed.
"But I am very happy for you dear. I would have expected you to be with Pansy, but never mind that." She said smoothing out her dress as she sat at the edge of my four-poster, king-size bed.
"Tell me about her, dear. I want to know everything. From the first day, until now."
I sat down, and told her about most things without much detail even though she hungered for it. It was almost dinner by the time I finished. She took out her wand, and with a flick, the suitcase and my clothes were back into their proper order. She patted my shoulder and got up to leave. She grasped the doorknob and turned, but she looked back at me before she left.
"I really am proud Draco. I'm also so very happy you have found someone to care for."
She closed the door quietly. I grabbed a quill and began writing furiously at my parchment about what just happened. I folded it quickly and tied it to Hermes's leg before sending it Hermione. I watched my ebony owl fly into the sky, carrying my hopes with it.
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"Hermione? Dear, please come here."
I closed my book and placed it on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. I walked into the kitchen to find my mother looking intently at her coffee, which she kept stirring. I cleared my throat and sat down next to her at our dining table.
"About that flower. Is there something that I should know about?"
"Well."
"Let me guess. There's a boy, very handsome. He's tall, with curved shoulders, blonde hair, pale-blue eyes, almost gray, brilliant smile with dazzling white teeth…"
I stopped her before she could go on.
"You're just describing the guy I introduced you to."
"I know. And he's the one. He's the one that gave you the flower, he's the one that you've been going dreamy about, and he's the one that gave you that gorgeousring around your finger, and I bet if I turned it over, I would find diamonds. Am I right Hermione?"
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn't come out. It was so freaky how she knows all of this. It was true she knew me better than anyone ever would. But it was still very freaky. I closed my mouth and nodded reluctantly.
"I figured as much. Tell me more about him."
"Well, he's sweet and nice, and I love him."
She smiled weakly at me.
"How long have you been going out before he asked you to marry him?"
I didn't want to tell her this because I was afraid of her criticism.
" About two months."
She raised her eyebrows. I opened my mouth to tell her why but she shook her head. I shut my mouth and waited for her to continue.
"How long have you been engaged?"
Let's see here. If this was the second week of December, then that must mean at least a month.
"A month."
"A month? So he started liking you for three months and he knows you're the one? I'm not doubting him, but I think this is very sudden."
"He liked me for a few years, and I have a had a crush on him, but we were both to afraid to say anything."
"Why would that be? Weren't you friends before?"
"Uh, actually, we were sworn enemies. He's that guys that sometimes I would owl you about crying…"
I broke my eye contact with her at my last comment.
"Oh. Him. Well, all I have to say is-"
She was interrupted by a light scratching on the kitchen window. There was a pure black owl outside with little specks of brown on his wings. She opened the window and he landed with grace and dignity. He looked at us both and stuck his leg out at me, revealing a silver and green note. My heart jumped for joy as I noticed the color of the stationary. I knew it was Draco. I untied it delicately and gave his owl a snack before it perched itself on my shoulder. I read it aloud.
My dearest Hermione,
Great and horrible news! Horrible news, first my father found out about us from Goyle, the stupid bloke. And he's forbidden me to see you and he is mighty pissed, to put it lightly. Good news, my mother slapped him and she invited you to stay for the week. He reluctantly agreed but threatened me harshly about the family name and stuff. Please come over as soon as possible. I can't ignore those nasty glances he's been giving me much longer.
Sincerely,
Draco
I folded it and placed it inside of my purse along with his other note. I looked at my mother and she looked reluctant. I could see that she was really happy for me, but extremely worried for me at the same time. It was the same exact look that Harry gave me when he found out. She didn't talk for the longest time, and I was beginning to worry.
"Mum, say something, anything."
"I don't know what to say. I mean this is the guy that's tormented you for years, along with Harry and Ron. And then suddenly he proclaims his love for you, he proposes and you say yes? What am I to say? It's not that I'm not happy for you, because I am, but I'm just confused. You say you love him and he loves you, but do you even know what love is?"
I was about to answer when my father came in, bearing a very grim and serious look on his face.
"I'm sorry. I overheard when I was coming down the stairs. What is this I hear about proposing and love?"
"Dad, are you angry?"
"No. I'm just a bit shocked. I'm also very shocked that you didn't tell us when he did propose. You would think we would want to know about something as big as this." He said calmly as he sat down across from me, next to my mother.
"Is it to that young man with the strong grip?"
"Yes."
"Well, I haven't got a problem." He said grinning.
"Seems like a great guy. But then there's your mother."
"Oh yeah, thanks, make me the bad cop…honey? Is this what you really want to do?"
I looked at their faces. I knew the answer, I knew it the day he took me flying, but I'm not sure they could handle the truth, but they were my parents. I couldn't lie to them.
"Yes. This is what I want. I want to be with him and meet his parents, and if they allow, him to meet you."
She sighed in defeat, but nodded.
"So you'll be leaving tomorrow then?"
I nodded.
"I'll come back soon. I don't wont to spend all of my break with him. I would like to spend some with you."
I smiled at them brightly. I kissed both of their cheeks before I sped up the stairs, with Draco's owl, into my room. I pulled out a piece of parchment and ripped it in half. I took out a sharp quill and dipped it in.
Dearest Draco,
I can go! But I'm not sure how to get there. How many days should I pack for? I'm so excited, but scared of your father. He is very intimidating. I can't wait to see you. My mother was reluctant. But my father is pretty much happy. Should I bring a dress robe? I'm waiting for your reply.
Love,
Hermione
I tied it to his leg and gave him a treat for the journey. I opened my window and with wings outstretched, he soared into the night.
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When it was time for dinner, it was, well, awkward. Father stabbed his potatoes with anger with mother smashed her peas in fury. I've never seen either of them so mad at each other. It may have seemed selfish, but I loved it like this. My father wouldn't even look at me, none the less mother. I didn't care for his attention anymore. I stopped caring when Voldemort came back into power. He was always beating me and cursing me until I had successfully blocked his curse, or dodged it and hit him back. I had much pleasure in hitting him back, but it was rare. I finished my dinner quickly, not being able to stand the awkwardness of our situation. I came into my room and found Hermes sitting on his perch. I part of me envied my bird. So calm, collected, elegant…but never mind that. I noticed the note as he stuck out his left leg. I untied it hurriedly and skimmed the note. I smiled brightly with happiness and scribbled my response.
Hermione,
Pack for five days. Bring a dress robe just in case. Bring two actually. My parents have a lot of parties. There is one party I know my father will throw and that's with all of the family. We are to announce our engagement then. I'll come in pick you up at one. Don't be scared of my father. He's nothing but a coward. I'll be here. See you tomorrow.
I love you,
Draco.
I tied it to Hermes's leg and ushered him out of my room. I stripped down to my forest green, silk boxers and slid into my bed. I forced my eyes to remain open, not wanting to fall asleep, but my eyes became heavy and I eventually fell asleep, despite my many attempts to stay awake.
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"HERMIONE! WAKE UP! IT'S ELEVEN THIRTY AND YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED PACKING!"
My eyes shot open as I heard my mom screech from the bottom of the stairs. I sat up abruptly from my bad, which gave me a bad head rush. I groaned in pain and in annoyance as I looked around the mess in my room. I was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, which must've meant that I fell asleep when I was packing. I dashed out of bed and grabbed the nearest towel. I hurriedly turned on the shower as I stripped off my clothes. A wave of cold water hit me as I entered, causing me to scream in fright. I turned it on hot and began wetting my hair as I scrubbed my face. I was multi-tasking, and doing a horrible job at it. I squeezed shampoo onto my hand and quickly washed my hair as I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I began brushing as the warm water rinsed out the shampoo and conditioner from my hair. I finally finished with an hour left to pack, eat my breakfast, and put on my garments and makeup. I quickly put my hair in a messy bun as I stepped out of the steamy bathroom. I hobbled around my room in a towel as I frantically folded clothes and stuffed them into my suitcase. I found a black skirt with an indigo tank top. I threw them on.
I fumbled through my closet and eventually found my two best dresses that my grandparents gave me on my sixteenth birthday. They were tight, but I didn't mind. One was a deep blue gown that faded to black at the bottom. Its neckline plunged low, but not by much. It dragged on the floor and was extremely glittery. The other was a blood red color that had a sheer, light red layer with elegant designs of roses made of maroon glitter. That layer was draped on top of a plainer layer of silk that was just regular red. It tied around the neck so my back was bare up to my lower back. This dress also dragged on the floor, but more so than my blue one. I've always loved dresses that dragged, but most importantly the dresses themselves. I folded them neatly and placed them delicately inside of my suitcase before I once again began my rush to finish. I threw in more clothes and two pairs of shoes and two pairs of matching heels to go with my dresses. I grabbed my makeup bag and applied some clear lip-gloss and mascara before also throwing in my case. I sped downstairs and devoured my brunch before racing back up to my room to get myself ready. I shot a look at my clock.
Twelve Fifty.
I finally sat down at the edge of my bed to take a breath. I slowly cleaned it up and felt exhausted when I was done, but yet full of excitement and energy. I went to the bathroom at stared at my expression. My eyes shone brightly and my bun was lopsided with strands of hair sticking out of the most random places. I smiled weakly before I sighed. I was too involved looking at myself as I lost track of time. I pulled my hair out of its muddled status and let it fall past my shoulders. I brushed my hair dreamily as I stared at the clock.
Twelve Ten.
I furrowed my eyebrow at the clock. Twelve Ten? Draco is never late, to anything. I hauled down my suitcase, which to my amazement was much lighter than expected. I dragged it down the stars with much difficulty but finally managed. I sighed and turned around to come across an empty living room. The fire was cracking merrily and the magazines lay in a neat pile. The newspaper wasn't even on it, which was a regular thing. I walked to the kitchen and gasped. Draco was sitting there, with a smile on his face, chatting with my parents! I quickly hid myself behind the wall, but continued to listen to their conversation.
"So quidditch is it?"
"Yes. We fly around on brooms and pass around a large red ball. But the main focus is to find this extremely small, fast, gold ball with wings that flutters around the field. It's worth a lot of points and it also ends the game when someone catches it."
"Well, isn't that dangerous? Since your at such a height?" my mother asked in worry.
"No, not really. If anything does happen, our mediwitch is there to save the day, but there shouldn't be. We have a lot of practice. I drive my team, ensuring victory."
"Really, now…that is interesting…and when does the season start?"
"Soon, very soon."
"Okay, enough about this sports talk. What's more important is Hermione."
"Yes, she is very important. How do you feel about her?"
I couldn't tell whether this moment of silence was from him making up his mind, or because he was uncomfortable.
"I love her. Plain and simple. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. Period. That's all. That's it." Draco said plainly.
"So that's it, you love her. Do you really know her? Her likes, dislikes? Interests?"
"Well, no. But I don't need to know all that about Hermione to love her. She's just…Hermione. A simple girl, that is beyond beautiful, there isn't even a word for it, and she's the brightest witch of her age. I'm lucky to have her."
"Well, welcome to the family I guess. But it is a big plus in the relationship if you know a little bit about the person your marrying."
There was a moment of awkward silence, so I decided to show myself. But I won't tell them what I heard.
"I thought I heard chatter." I said coming behind Draco and leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before eyeing my parents suspiciously.
"I hope they didn't cause you too much trouble Draco."
"Oh, no. They we're great. It was great meeting you. Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger. We should really get going."
"Oh, yes, of course! You're already late because of us. How are you getting there dear? I didn't see your car."
"Apparating Draco?"
"Oh, um, yes. We're apparating."
"Ah, I see. Wizard way?" my father said with apprehension.
"Yes. Not unless that's a problem?"
"No, of course not. Now run along. Enjoy your stay dear and come back and tell us all about it."
I kissed both of them goodbye and grabbed my trunk. I waved goodbye to them, and with a "pop" I was gone and whisked away to just outside of the Malfoy Manor. I gasped in delight and surprise at the outside view of it. It was huge! It was like a grand castle. It had it's own little lake with fountains and statues. The whole nine yards! I could see a corner of the well-cut mini quidditch pitch that Draco must practice on. There were a number of flowerbeds that smelled of sweet delight. There was a house-elf waiting for us when we came, much to my displeasure. Even though I gave up on S.P.E.W a long time ago, my feelings were much of the same. I knew in my heart that this is what they wanted to do, but my pride got the better of me. Draco tugged on my hand gently, dragging me out of my daze. My luggage was gone, along with the house-elf, and we were now walking up the long path to the front door. Unfortunately for me, none other than Lucius and Narcissa themselves were waiting for us. I squeezed Draco's hand nervously as we neared them. He pulled me closer, letting go of my hand and draping his arm over my shoulder. We were now close enough for me to see their appearances clearly. Narcissa had a weak smile painted on her face. She looked collected, wearing a blue dress robe with silver silk embroiled into the collar. Her hair flew slightly in the breeze as it blew past us. Lucius on the other hand, simply stared at me expressionless. His hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail. He wore a black robe that was just barely above the ground. His hand clutched a snakehead walking stick, even though he didn't need it. I attempted to slow my walking, but Draco was pulling me forward. We finally reached them, followed by an awkward silence between the four of them. I felt so unwanted, and I probably was. Narcissa cleared her throat loudly, breaking the silence. She embraced me in a brief hug.
"I'm glad that you could comeHermione. We are very happy to have you here. Please, make yourself at home. You'll be staying in a guest room next to Draco. He'll show you. And please, don't hesitate to ask for anything. Lunch will be served shortly."
She gave me another weak smile before she stepped aside and grabbed Lucius's hand, leading him away from us. I heard their footsteps come to a halt and Lucius yell back at us.
"There will be a party today and the day of your departure. Dress appropriately." He snarled back.
I nodded at his quick info and waited until they were out of earshotbefore I sighed heavily and slouched my shoulders. He grabbed my shoulders gently and pulled me into a hug. His cologne made my head feel fuzzy and he was unusually warm. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he stroked my back reassuringly.
"Are you ok?"
"Um, a little shaken up. How can I not be afraid of him? He hates me and my kind!"
"Hey…"
He pulled back and lifted my chin. I stared into his eyes that were full of love and care. How did I end up being with him? What did I do to deserve him?
"You are no less than him, and if anything, you are better. I used to be the same way. Blind…until you caught my eye. Give him time, he's just as stubborn as I am. He will adjust to you."
"If he doesn't?"
"Then too fucking bad."
I chuckled and was kissed lightly by Draco. His lips lightly brushed mine beforeour lips. I found that kissing him here was...well, weird. You never knew who was watching, so I really didn't kiss back. He pulled back and led me up the stone steps of the manor. The wooden door creaked open and I slipped inside, followed by Draco. My heels clicked against the marble floor. I felt eyes burn into my body as I walked further into the foyer. The paintings across the front door, against the curved stairs glared at me with hatred and disgust dancing in the fires of their eyes. They were obviously his family members. All had a head of platinum blonde hair that shone brilliantly. They began whispering loudly enoughfor me tohear their conversation.
"Who's that?" asked a young child that stood near her mother.
"No oneof importance love, no oneat all."
"Do you see that ring? Oh my!"
"He couldn't have done so much better."
"Does his father know he's with that…that…muggle-born?"
"Obviously not if he allowed him to be with her,"
"How did she get in? Isn't there and anti-mudblood shield or something."
"She quite the looker! No wonder…"
The comments and criticism went on and on. Draco, sensing my uneasiness, glared and snapped back at the wall of paintings.
"She is a guest in this house and you will treat her with respect and manners! She is also my fiancée, so I expect better behavior than normal. Is that understood?"
The chattering stopped as Draco's voice of authority boomed through the foyer. A man with a stiff chin and pointed, gnarled nose spoke up.
"What did your father say about this…mudblood? He's doesn't know does he? You bring shame upon this family, tainting everything we tried so hard to keep pure. HOW DARE YOU!" he spat.
"HOW DARE YOU, VINCENT! YOU DARE SPEAK OF HER LIKE THAT! YOU ARE THE ONE THAT DISGRACES THIS FAMILY, NOT I!" he roared back at the bitter looking man.
"Draco Malfoy! She is of muggle blood! She does not belong here!"
"She belongs here as much as you do. She can move and do something! And this will be my manor as soon as I wed her as my wife, so if you enjoy staying on that wall, you had best shut you mouth."
"You speak to me like that. Wait until your father hears of how you treat us! You will Draco. It may be your house, but we built it. You cannot do anything to us!"
All this, for me. Why? Why am I always the one to cause trouble? Why am I always being punished by someone, even if I did nothing wrong? Why? He let go of my hand and snatched his wand from his pocket. My head snapped us as I heard his shout a curse.
"Cudantis!"
A jet black, shimmering piece of cloth shot out of Draco's 1 ¼ foot long, Birchwood with dragon heart string wand. It flew over to the paintings, which were yelling and screaming in fear as it approached them. It formed into a dementor like shape and divided into the middle picture, which just happened to be the man that was arguing with Draco. Like paint being poured, it began seeping to the other paintings, plunging them into darkness. All that was left was pitch-black paintings with gold framesthat were as quiet as the grave. He glared at them one last time before he turned to me and smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry about them. They have a tendency to speak their mind more than needed."
"That's alright. The ridiculeI recieve from schoolmatesis more than enough practice."
He smiled and kissed my forehead. I was now able to soak in my surroundings of the grand Victorian mansion. The floors were a sleek marble with stonewalls that was elegantly decorated with tapestries and gorgeous paintings. To my left was an arched doorway leading to a luxurious living room with a roaring fireplace and three expensive couches accompanied with a pine-finished oak coffee table with angelic designs on the legs. He gave me a tour of his soon-to-be manor. There were countless rooms that were all garlanded with expensive antiques and masterpieces. His mother's personal garden walkway was absolutely outstanding. With an assortment of flowers and trees, it truly was magical. There were roses, lilies, tulips, forget-me-nots, and much more. Not to mention my favorite tree, the orchid tree. The petals fell gracefully on the outside pathway to the backdoor of the living quarters, which was also festooned with works of art. We finally stopped at a pair of large oak doors. He openedone of the doorsand heldit open for me. I nodded my thanks and stepped inside. This room was enormous. It was at least as big as the head common room, which was pretty big. I had my own fireplace with a squishy couch. Across the door lay a king-sized bed covered in a sheer, white canopy. The armoire, which was also very outsized, was not that far away. I opened it up gently and found my clothes hanging neatly. There was a large desk for work along with a wooden vanity table, which had my makeup aligned neatly, ready for use. There was a door, which I was curious to find out where it led. I looked back at Draco who nodded in approval. I didn't want to be nosy. I slowly opened it, walking into a dimly lit room with the colors of green and silver draped over the room. I smiled at Draco who was standing in the doorway in which I left ajar. I snaked my arms around my arms his neck and smiled seductively at him.
"Is there a reason why I am next door to you?" I inquired innocently.
"Wouldn't I want to be as close as possible to the most beautiful fiancé in the world?"
"Well, that does make sense now."
He gave me that trademark smirk that made me melt. I kissed him hungrily, happy that we were in private. He seemed reluctant to kiss me back, but knowing him, I was probably wrong. Draco would never refuse a kiss from me. I was right of course. He kissed me back enthusiastically, making a wave of excitement go down my body. His tongue slipped through my mouth and teased my tongue, making me want more and more. I entwined my fingers into his silky hair, almost jealous that he had such silky hair to begin with. He hands traveled up my back as my hands left his neck and began feeling his large arm muscles.
Oh thank merlin for quidditch!
He began going under my shirt and traveling up, but we were rudely interrupted by a small rasp of knuckles on a door. He broke the kiss with annoyance and opened his door. There lay a small house elf, trembling with fear as Draco glowered at him. I felt so sorry for it.
"Yes?" Draco hissed dangerously.
"…Lunch is ready…"
It didn't even wait for a response before it disappeared. He groaned loudly and gabbed my hand roughly. I smirked evilly at myself. I was happy that he was eager to get back to me.
A/N: wow, this is a long chapter, but it was gonna be longer but i'm gonna hafta cut it in half, because there's a lot that's going on during winter break that I planned out. If I didn't, it would be like thirty pages, so this is for the best. R & R please! I'll love you forever if you do!