AN: If you have gotten this far, thank you for reading. I hope before you read on, you might have noticed the last chapter had a warning. I added on to the previous chapters, a new scene in chapters 2 and 3. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is the longest one yet. Thank you!
Draco tickled the pear and led Samira into the kitchens while she tried to catch her breath. He asked one of the elves to get a glass of water and led her to the benches. They sat. Samira cleared her throat and coughed. She kept hitting her chest. Draco didn't think it helped much. Finally the house elf returned with water. The elf offered it to Samira with a bow. She thanked him as she accepted the glass and took a greatful swallow.
"Mmm," She murmured after her third sip. "I'm really sorry about all this," she told Draco. She suddenly regretted the whole plan, even if it brought her and Draco together. She felt very silly and embarrassed. She sighed; her shoulders slumping. Draco hadn't said anything yet which made it worse. She knew she had to tell him the truth about the letter. She tried to hold back a giggle when she thought of the letter Henna wrote.
Draco watched her. Her hair was straight today and hung loose and shiny midway down her back. Usually it was a wavy or curly cloud. He watched the light play with her long dark hair, bringing out light brown and red highlights. 'Damn.' He was staring at her again. He sneered and shifted his gaze to what was ahead of him. Staring at the pattern of the stone wall wasn't as interesting as her hair, but it was safer.
"I hope you're not mad at her," She said looking up at him.
He continued to stare at the wall.
"Draco?"
Nothing.
She lifted her hand, hesitated, then poked him on the shoulder. "Draco! You aren't mad at Henna, right? It wasn't her fault. It 'was' kind of embarrassing though. I mean, I never thought I'd need someone else to inform the person I liked that I liked him," She frowned. "Did that make sense?" Samira knew she was talking too much, but he wasnt talking at all, and she felt she should explain everything now. It would be easier after it was all out, or so she thought. "And then the chocolate, god that was good, and the letter" She started laughing.
Draco finally looked at her. "Whats so funny?" He demanded. That only made her laugh harder.
"Oh...Nothing." Samira stopped her laughing finally and smiled. Turning away from Draco she stared at the floor trying hard not to think of Draco's wonderful silver-grey eyes.
"No, tell me. I'm not daft. There is something and I demand to know!" Draco's voice had risen and Samira couldn't hold it in anymore. She laughed again.
"S-S-orry..." She finally got out, wiping away a tear from her left eye. "I was just thinking about the letter Henna gave you." She said smiling looking at Draco.
"Oh? Since you mentioned that," Draco said while his eye brows furrowed together he finally said after a couple of seconds. "What is a Gh-aan-Daah..lad-kah?"
"Haha, It means Bad Boy in my language." Samira giggling.
Draco looked at her incredulously. 'Whom did she think she was, calling him a Bad Boy in a language he didn't even know.'
"I know what you're thinking but it wasn't me. Henna wrote it so we could meet." Samira said sighing and moving a piece of ebony black hair behind her ear.
"Henna? I'm going to kill her when I see her. Just wa- " He was cut off mid-sentence when Samira interuppted.
"No! Please, don't. She was trying to help me, sort of. " Samira said sheepishly looking at her hands with interest. 'Might as well let it all out now.' She took a deep breath and Draco turned to her slightly, knowing she was about to say something important.
"She was aggravated with me. I was moping around thinking and talking about," She peeked at him, "about you. Henna wanted me to shut up and finally go up to you and talk, but I just don't have the courage she has! She might be little but she's a feisty one. Look, I'm sorry for all the trouble, but she had good attentions and she was only trying to help and I do like you. I was just afraid to say it before." She inhaled deeply thinking how could he have said all of that in one breath.
Draco eyed her intently and then stood up and walked out of the kitchens.
Samira didn't even dare ask him to stay, she knew he had to think things out. She sat a while, wondering what she should do. 'Courage.' She thought. 'Stupid, stupid courage. If I had courage, Draco wouldn't be upset with us. With me.' Determined, she stood up and proceeded to follow Draco.
Draco walked aimlessy down the hallways and just couldn't get it out of his head. 'Why am I to do? Samira is a very different girl, but then again Henna was a very different girl. I have to kill her! but Why would she like someone like me? ' His thoughts were interrupted by an " Uff" in his chest and a thud on the floor.
After Henna left Ron very annoyed with himself, she hid in a dark corner. Ron walked into the potrait soon after and headed straight to his dorm room. Henna watched Ron walk up the stairs and tiptoed out from the common room to spy on Samira and Draco.
She ran down the hallway trying her best to hide herself from getting caught by Filch. She turned down a hallway and looked back to see if Filch was nearby and ran smack into someone's hard chest. She fell on the floor with stars swooping around her head like in cartoons.
"Well, well, well. Just the person I wanted to see." Came a cold-voice just above her head.
'Damn it! Now I'm screwed!' She groaned out loud while rubbing her head where it collided with his toned chest and quickly smacked on an innocent smile. "Oh, hello, Draco! Fancy meeting you here." She said smiling, still on the floor.
"Cut it, Samira just told me everything." Draco said rolling his eyes down at her.
Henna sighed. "Damn, I'm in trouble aren't I?" Henna said looking up at him, seeing a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Oh, yes. Up you go." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up with barely any effort, she was very tiny you know, and dragged her all the way to the dungeons into his and Blaise's room. He barged in and threw her on his bed. He began pacing back and forth before her.
"What the bloody hell am I going to do?" Draco said pacing, stopping every now then to glare at Henna who sat on his bed with her knees up to her chin and cowering a bit.
"I-I'm Sorry." Henna finally let out. Draco stopped and looked her while his silver-grey eyes narrowed and he huffed.
"Sorry?" Draco said pacing again.
"Would one of you mind telling me, what the bloody hell a Gryffindor doing in our dorm room?" came a voice from behind them that made Henna jump up and Draco turn a bit to his side.
"Blaise! Didn't know you were in here." Draco stated and started pacing again as Blaise glared at Henna.
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Samira found Draco in time to see him dragging Henna behind him. 'Shit.' She followed behind. It was tough, looking out for Filch and making sure to keep them in sight. She saw him heading for the dungeons. She wouldn't make it quietly. If she made a racket Henna wouldn't stand a chance. She had to think of something quickly. She headed for Gryffindor Tower. Giving the password, she dashed through the portrait hole, took the stairs two at a time, and stopped at Ginny's room. She knocked lightly before letting herself in. Tiptoed to Ginny's bed and shook her shoulder, "Ginny!" She whispered. She shook her shoulder a little harder, "Ginny, I need your help."
"Mmmm." Ginny mumbled. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and squinted at Samira. "What are you doing here?" She asked groggily.
"I need you to make me a greeting card that sings, but doesn't sing." Samira said, getting to the point.
"What are you talking about."
"I'll explain everything while we work," Samira said pulling Ginny out of bed. "I need the card to moan."
"Right, moan."
"Yeah, you know. Like a girl having an orgasm."
That woke Ginny up. "You're joking," she said, her disbelief evident.
Samira shook her head. "Nope."
They headed down to the common room and sat on a couch near the fireplace. Samira explained everything while they worked. "So we have to save Henna."
"You guys are idiots." Ginny laughed. She made the finishing touches. "I wish I could see Ferret Boy's face when he hears this. I'd give anything to be Henna right now."
Samira chuckled. "Done! You know you really have a hand at this. Okay, come on, we need to find an owl." Samira jumped up off the couch, eager to get moving.
Ginny looked down at her clothes. She wasn't able to get dressed or grab her cloak after Samira dragged her out of bed. "Let me get my cloak."
"You can have mine." Samira slipped off her cloak and handed it to Ginny. "Let's go before I realise what I'm doing. Jeeze, what was I thinking? Orgasms...moaning..." She continued to mumble as she walked towards the exit.
Ginny swung the cloak over her shoulders, gathered their things and followed. She was glad she was shaken awake in the middle of the night for this.
"You know," Ginny said, when she caught up with Samira, trying to distract her. "that was a very.. interesting picture you added." She thought of the couple Samira drew inside the card. The couple was on a bed doing the nasty.
"I know I'm not a very good artist, but I thought the fireworks were a nice touch. You 'liked' the fireworks."
They ran up the stairs to the owlery. "Damn, I gotta pee," Samira said starting to hop.
"You always have to pee."
"I know and I have to go real bad." She started humming.
"I think we should use Pig," Ginny said, getting back to business. "Henna will recognize him and the Slytherin gits wont. She'll get the message, right?"
"I hope so," Samira said squatting down. "Wait a little bit more," She mumbled to herself.
"We need you to hurry," Ginny told the owl, petting his head. "I'll have lots of treats when you get back, if you hurry." Pig hooted and zoomed off in a loop. Straightening, he thrust his wings down deep gaining momentum, soaring quickly through the sky. Ginny sighed. "You can pee now."
Samira ran into the castle and down the stairs. "Eek." Her squeak echoed through the staircase.
Draco stopped his pacing and turned to face Henna. "I've got the perfect solution. I'll leave your punishment up to Blaise."
Blaise looked at Draco then back to Henna. "That sounds interesting."
Henna thought it sounded very interesting too, but not the same way Blaise and Draco did.
"I think we shouldn't give her eggs for two weeks," Blaise was saying.
"What!" Henna yelled. "How did you know I liked eggs?"
"I was watching what Draco was watching for the past two months."
"I wasn't watching her!" Draco blurted out. He stopped and thought about what he just admitted. 'Bloody hell.'
Henna looked at Draco slyly. She was about to say something but thought better of it when she caught the look on Draco's face.
Just then a tapping sounded on the window. All three turned towards the noise. Draco went towards it and saw the little owl buzzing around. He opened the window and Pig zoomed in, flying around in circles. Henna's mouth opened in an o. Blaise caught the annoying creature when it began flying in circles around Henna's head and Draco took the note. Blaise let go and Pig twirled out the window. Draco carefully opened up the card. A loud moan echoed in the quiet room. Draco dropped the card, "What the HELL-!"
Henna's eyes widened and she quickly edged towards the door. Both boys looked at the card as another moan errupted. Holding back a laugh, Henna opened the door enough to slide through and shut it behind her. She ran down the stairs, sputtering. She could still hear the moans coming louder and more frequently. She had to hold back until she got back to the Tower.
Draco and Blaise didn't even notice Henna's departure. They were facinated by the card and the two stick figures moving on the bed with sparks shooting over them on one side. On the other was a message: 'Thank you for the amazing night. I'm still seeing sparks.' It was signed, Female Entertainer. It moaned until the couple came to a climax. Draco picked the card up by the corner, "Do you know who sent this, Henna?" He asked. Not hearing a reply he looked up. He looked at Blaise who shook his head. Neither had heard her leave. Damn. And he hoped he could have gotten her to talk. Blaise looked disappointed too. He wouldn't be able to punish the little Gryffindor tonight, but there was always tomorrow.
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