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Draco's POV.

Tory stormed out of the North Tower, leaving Draco Malfoy staring dumbly at the large wooden door. He cursed. It wasn't meant to turn out like this, she was meant to smile sweetly and admit that she liked him back. But then again, love never went on a straight path. Coming to his senses, the blonde boy rushed to the door, swung it open and came face to face with…

"Hello Draco. What might you be doing here?" Professor Snape said, looking at Draco down his hooked nose. Behind him, a blushing Tory was standing. "What a pleasant surprise. And what were you doing up so late, Draco? You know very well that it's past curfew," the bat-like teacher continued.

"Umm," Draco said, at a loss for words.

"Never mind, Miss Masing has informed me about it. You both will be joining me for a detention tomorrow night, eight thirty. And twenty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin. Off to bed, now, before I make it thirty!" Snape snapped, glaring at the youngsters. As they hurried off, the dark professor smirked and swiftly walked away.

Tory's POV

The next morning, Tory got up early. She smiled when she remembered that it was the weekend and flopped back onto the soft bed. She was drifting in and out of the boundaries of sleep, when she was shaken awake. "Whozat?" Tory mumbled, still asleep. Hermione glared at her friend and looked frustratingly at Ginny, who was rubbing her eyes and yawning. Scowling at the inconsistent help she was getting, Hermione shook Tory, as she had dozed off. Again. They'd been trying to get Tory up for over an hour.

Finally, when Tory was finally up and dressed, the trio headed down the flight of stairs for breakfast. Dressed in a light green short-sleeved shirt and a pair of faded jeans, Tory entered the Hall. She blinked at the number of students eating. There was about 15 or so. "What time is it?" Tory asked.

Consulting her watch, Hermione replied, "Oh, about 10:30"

Tory's jaw dropped. "Is it that late?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yep" Hermione grinned. Scanning the Hall once again, Tory's icy-blue eyes caught the eyes of another student. Steel-grey eyes met icy-blue ones, and both students felt a sudden feeling of recognition, a feeling of belonging. Snapping out of Draco's gaze, Tory promptly sat in the nearest seat, the one that happened to be the furthest away from a certain boy. Noticing this, both Hermione and Ginny said in usion, "What happened, Tory? What happened with Malfoy?"

Shaking her head, Tory replied, "Nothing, he was just being a jerk. Nothing new" This being said, Ginny and Hermione exchanged significant looks. Catching these glances, Tory said sharply, "Look, I'd tell you if anything happened, but nothing did, and that's the bottom line!"

Nodding, Hermione suppressed a grin and continued eating, while Ginny kept looking from Malfoy to Tory, and what she was seeing, made her think Tory might not be telling the whole truth.

Draco's POV

He couldn't draw his eyes away from her; he'd know she was there even before he'd looked. But when their eyes met, something happened between them. So maybe there was hope for love, after all. He caught Weasly Junior's (Ginny) eye. She grinned and looked at Tory, and quickly looked back at Draco. A look of understanding crossed her pretty features before a mischievous grin formed on her face.

The day passed quickly enough, and before he knew it, it was time to do his detention. As he was walking down the hall, he tripped over his feet and landed right on his ass. As he got up and dusted himself off, he came face to face with Tory. She was silently laughing and holding her stomach. A pale pink coloured his cheeks. "Masing. About last night…" he trailed off.

"Look, Malfoy. I don't care. I'm here to do the detention, not to talk to you." Tory snapped, regaining her composure. She knocked smartly on the door and waited. It swung open and in the frame stood Professor Snape. "Professor, I'm here to do my detention – "Tory began, only to find the professor wasn't listening.

"Yes, yes, Masing, I'm aware of that." Snape said sharply. Tory nodded. "You two will sort out these files, and file them in alphabetical order; wands will not be required." Snape continued.

Nodding, the two young students entered the office. "Oh, and don't venture to far." Snape said, halfway out the door. He gave a casual flick of his wand and left, smirking. Tory looked at Draco and raised her eyebrows. As she moved away from him, she found that something as holding her back. "Malfoy, let go of my wrist!" Tory snapped, getting irritated.

"I haven't got it." He replied, looking at his own wrist. On their wrists were many glittering ropes, tight enough to stop them from being undone, yet loose enough the let the blood flow through without disruption. "Great!" Tory muttered, tugging at one rope.

"We're stuck" Malfoy said simply, and he didn't sound too unhappy. Glaring, Tory snarled and opened one of the file cabinets, pulling out the file and dumping them on the floor. "You sort, I'll file!" she snarled, her patience vanishing.

Draco's lip curled in irritation. He grabbed Tory by the shoulder and held her fast. "We do this together! That's what Snape meant by 'don't venture to far'"

"Yeah right, how do I know that you didn't cast the spell yourself?" Tory demanded.

"Why would I cast a spell to bind us together?" Draco snapped, putting up a front.

"Because you like me." Tory admitted, she took a few deep breaths. "And I like you too"

Draco stared. "You like me?" he repeated.

Tory, blushing furiously, nodded. Draco grinned. Leaning in, Draco gently kissed the girl…

YAY! Draco finally kissed Tory! About time, too. Anyways, next chapter coming up soon! I know this chapter was really short, but I couldn't really bring myself to write more once the kiss happened. More coming, so stay tuned.
Regards,
Flowerpot Munchkin!