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Viviel stared down across the library. Granger and Weasley were bickering at each other in puncutuated whispers that carried even over to her ears.
"Even Harry and Ginny are out tonight, Hermione. I thought you'd at least want to-"
"Harry and Ginny aren't behind on their transfiguration homework. If you want to win the cup this year without failing your classes, then you'll stay with me until I say you're ready to leave." hissed Granger vehemently, sparks positively flying out of the ends of her frizzy hair.
The skin around Weasley's ears turned bright pink, as they were always bound to do when he was angry or embarrassed. Viviel blinked as she watched the couple go at it over a wand movement prescribed in one of their earlier lessons that week. Belately, she realized she was not concentrating on her own homework at hand, this time Herbology. She had put off her essay all week, attending the Slytherin quidditch practices per request of Draco. Now here she was, Saturday night, her ink dry on her quill from lack of any inspiration on what to right about the theories of dragon blood.
She glanced up at the clock on Madame Pince's desk. It was ten twenty-five in the evening. Five more minutes and the Slytherin girls would find herself trudging back to the dungeons with none of her work done. Viviel screamed mentally, pushing her hair back out of her face. Stress was positively oozing through her blood stream. She wasn't getting any work done anymore, not alone during the week. That was the last wand. I'm just going to have to tell Draco that I need some more of my own personal time. Just time I can take off and work on my stuff up in the dormitory. He can't interrupt me up there, not like the common room and the library, she decided with a sad sigh.
"Dorgen?" Startled, Viviel looked up into a pair of spectacles. Madame Pince was looking down at the seventh-year and patted her kindly on the shoulder. "Dear, you'll have to get back to your common room. Cerfew."
"Yes, madame." she repeated dully. Had she been wool-gathering for that long?
She found herself staring at at the grimy stone wall that lead to the dungeon sooner than she could have ever wished to. Viviel banged her forehead once or twice against it, mentally preparing herself to go to bed and wake up early the next morning to stick herself back in the library. She'd gone without lunch plenty of times before; once more time to finish a paper would be nothing.
"Frog's breathe." she grumbled, and the wall slid away.
For a moment, Viviel wondering whether the house elf's hadn't been attending to the lamps at they were supposed to. The fire was still roaring, but none of the normal lamps were alight. Someone had lit tall white candles all over the common room. She walked slowly down the steps leading onto the main level, looking around, dropping her bag on a small space that didn't have globs of wax on it. There was no one in the common room that she could see, and all these candles were a serious fire hazard. Lamps were spelled for fire protection, but there was no guarantee these candles were as well.
"Is anyone in here-"
She cut off her sentence there. Someone had come up behind her and slipped their hands from her shoulders down to her elbows. It wasn't in Viviel's nature to scream, but her muscles tensed up in alarm before that someone behind her whispered in her ear.
"Just me." said the soft, musky voice.
Her arms loosened and Viviel turned, rolling her eyes. "Draco-"
Draco cut her off by closing his mouth over hers. He pulled back a second later, and she could see the candlelight reflecting in his eyes. Something sparkled in the reflection.
"Surely you didn't forget that today is Valentine's Day?" He saw the surprise on her face and grinned wolfishly, "I guess as much. You cooped yourself all day inside that dusty library, so I took the liberty of securing the common room just for us."
"Us? Us, an in, only us?" she asked, eye wide. "Why- how?"
"Easily enough. Don't think it all too much though, my queen." With a gallant gesture, Draco sweeped her off of her feet up into his arms and made for the couch by the fire.
She wasn't given any time to voice a protest. They were attached by the lips in mere moments, hot breathe mingling together. His lips was as soft as it ever was, and Viviel felt herself giving Draco his way again. It was Valentine's day, whispered a dark little part of her that had come to life recently, and besides, she had discovered that kissing was more interesting than she had ever imagined. Her hands shook as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder to keep herself steady as they kissed. She wasn't aware that he had sat down on the edge and pulled her into his lap. All she could sense was the shiver that ran pleasantly down her spine as Draco deepened their kiss, tongues dancing.
He was delicious, a dream. The taste of him, the smell of him that reminded her of expensive cologne, intoxicated Viviel. She couldn't help running her fingers through his glossy hair, pulling their faces closer together. His hands were hots spots on her body, one on her lower back, crushing her torso against his chest so that Viviel felt herself melting against him. Both of their hearts pounded in rhythm with one another, and she feel heat rushing out to every corner of her being.
She pulled back to catch her breathe, seeing as Draco was pulling every particle of air out of her lungs, but he wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her back in, shifting their bodies so that they were laid out across the couch, Viviel underneathe him. They pulled apart and he moving his seeking mouth around, kissing her eyes, cheeks, chin, her neck. Her heart fluttered with joy.. until she realized that he begun to suck on her neck.
What the-
"Draco!" she said, annoyed. He continued to pull in on her skin, and Viviel pushed him away forcefully with her arm.
Draco sat back, equally annoyed. "What is it!"
She gaped at him. "What the hell were you doing?"
"That should have been fairly obvious." His grey eyes weren't so lovely anymore as they rolled towards the ceiling.
"What are you, a vampire?" she asked, incredously, wiping his saliva off her neck with her hand.
"Most girls like getting a little love on their necks to show around." Draco said, eyes narrowing.
Viviel glared back. "I'm not most girls, Draco."
His answer was locking lips with her again. The Slytherin "King" laid himself over top of her and flung his tongue in between her lips. One hand wormed its way up the side of her body and under the folds of her sweater. Furious, Viviel kneeded Draco in the stomach and pushed him off the side of the couch.
She stood over him, quivering with rage. "Don't touch me like that again."
And grabbing her bag, Viviel stormed upstairs.