Sorry It's taken me so long to get this up, It's been finals time here, but today is the last day of term, so it might take a while for me to get you the next chapter too, sorry...
Chapter 5: Closets Are Fun...
Dinner that night was unlike any of the other Christmases I'd ever spent at Hogwarts. The only teachers there were Dumbledore and Flitwick, McGonagall was off organizing the Order, Snape was off spying, and I assumed the rest of the teachers were with McGonagall.
We all sat at a single table, playing with the wizard crackers, laughing. Hermione's popped out a funny, floppy purple satin hat, along with many mice. (AN/ Yeah, Crushanks gets a feast) Dumbledore got a bonnet of fuchsia silk, and surprisingly enough, put it on his head! If only I had a camera, I thought, popped a cracker, and got one (AN/ Hehehe)
I aimed the camera at Dumbledore, snapped the picture, and hid it. He looked over at me, a twinkle in his eyes, leaned across the table and said, "I want a copy of that." Then went back to his discussion about prophecies with Flitwick, which Harry was listening to intently. Probably hoping to find a way out of his.
The rest of the holidays were fairly mundane. When everyone returned and term started up, I was really grateful. The camera I'd gotten had become my constant companion; I'd found a great joy in taking pictures, saving memories. Yes, I'd given Dumbledore a copy of the bonnet picture, and then put my copy away, behind a picture of Harry and Ginny, That way no one could embarrass Dumbledore with it.
A month and five rolls of film later, I found myself wandering the dungeons one evening. Not really wanted to go to the Great Hall and watch Ron and Hermione make eyes at each other, or Harry and Ginny look, smile, blush, and turn away. Every five minutes. It was good that Harry had her, since Sirius was gone and all, but it still got annoying sometimes.
I heard someone down the hall, so I pushed myself flat against the wall and slowly slid to the corner, camera at the ready. When I heard voices I wished for the hundredth time my mother had gotten me the invisibility cloak I'd wanted for my last birthday. "Pansy," a familiar voice said, "I know this isn't what you were expecting but, we have to break up."
Oh my GOD! It was Draco, my savior. Oh dear Lord, I had to get out of there. "But Drakey! I thought you loved me." She fake sobbed. 'God what a freak.
I still hadn't moved, and I realized that I needed to, fast.
"Pansy, I have never told you that I love you. In fact if memory serves me right, I have told you repeatedly that this may be fun, but I don't love you." He said in a sternly compassionate tone. My heart beat faster at hearing his voice.
I'd had a crush on Draco Malfoy since my first year. But how could I tell anyone that? I was a Gryffindor; he'd rather spit on me that look at me. So I'd told no one, not even Ginny, who had become my closest friend.
I was torn from my thoughts when I heard them moving toward me. Pansy was no longer fake sobbing, because he'd told her that the Slytherin guys would be throwing themselves all over the place to "comfort" her when they found out the next day.
I panicked, what was I going to do? They were going to turn the corner and find me standing there, and KNOW I had been eavesdropping. I turned and ran down the corridor about fifteen feet then turned back and started to walk slowly back towards their voices, hoping that the ploy would work.
They turned the corner and saw me. Pansy sneered, preparing to torture me for being the lowly Gryffindor, blood traitor that I was. I held my breath, hoping that she would just give me detention for existing, and I could get off easy.
I should have known better.
"Well look who it is. If it isn't my little blood traitor cousin." She stalked closer and I took a step back, I was in deep shit.
"Pansy," Draco said, an evil sneer pasted on his handsome face. Why were all the good looking ones taken or evil? "Why don't you let me take this one." He said pure malevolence in his voice. Why had he saved me from the death-eaters if he was going to do worse to me here and now? Or was that the reason? So that he could make my life a living hell.
"Alright," and, with a glare that could stun at fifty paces, she left. When Draco was sure she was gone, he turned to me.
"Are you completely insane? What in the bloody hell are you doing in the dungeons, alone, after dark? There are many people who want you dead simply because you associate with Potter." He looked so genuine, so not evil. The horrible sneer that scared his face for so long, he was even better looking without it.
"Even you?" I asked, " Do you want me dead too?"
"How could you ask me that? I have saved your life two times, and you could think I would harm you?" he actually looked hurt.
"You're in Slytherlin, you're a death-eater, and you just implied that you were going to "take care" of me and the look on my dear cousin's face tells me that the rumors about the Slytherins raping their victims is true." I was somewhat assured by the look of discussed on his face.
"There may be some, but I am not one of them." There was something about him, even when he was the evil Draco; that drew me to him.
He stepped towards me, now close enough to almost touch. "Do you have any idea why I saved you?" he was closer then was comfortable, or would that be safe?
"Because you had a sudden change of heart?" the look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine, and lower.
"No. I saved you because I have been in love with you for years, ever since I met you 7 years ago. Do you remember that day?" Of course I remembered that day! How could I forget?
"You mean the day that your father showed up and turned my mother against me?"
There was regret in his eyes, though there were other things as well. "Yes, that's the day. I saw you there, so strong and rebellious, everything I couldn't be. I have loved you ever since." With that he surged forward, gathered me in his arms and kissed me.
Damn could he kiss; it ignited things deep inside that I had never known existed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his arms tightened around my waist. The longer we kissed the closer we held each other.
After what seemed like eternity he pulled me back around the corner to a closet. He opened the door and in we went.
Inside the closet was dark and strangely warm. Draco leaned into me again, his lips a mere breath away. I ran my hands over his chest, under his shirt, his hands roamed my back under my shirt. His hands were so warm, I shivered. "are you cold?" he whispered against my skin.
"No," I kissed him hard wanting more than just his mouth. He pushed me against the back wall, and deepened the kiss...
AN/ Dun, Dun, Dun... hehehehehe Don't you just hate me? I know your thinking "Yes you sadistic Bitch, what happens next?" Well what do you think happens? They make out and she goes back to Gryffindor with naughty thoughts in her head.