Chapter 16: Forgiveness?
I spent the next few hours hiding out in my room, not realizing until it was too late that I would have to leave when other people were chatting away in the common room. I thought a lot in there. But mainly I paced. I think when I finally left there was a little groove starting to appear in the floor. Anyway, at quarter to eight, I took a deep breath--not realizing that I was trembling--squared my shoulders, and stepped out my door. Many Slytherins watched me. Then…oooo then the one person who should NOT have stepped in front of me did. And right then, every eye in the room was on me.
"You have the nerve to step in front of me right now?" I asked, nothing but hatred emanating from my trembling body. Of course, now I was trembling from fury.
"Well, well…little miss virgin thinks she's got what it takes…" Pansy smirked at me, giving me this 'go on, try me' look.
"Actually, little miss virgin doesn't need 'what it takes'"—does finger motions—"for her to live her life. Come to think of it, little miss virgin doesn't need your shit right now." I made sure to accent that.
"Oh! Look at that! She swore!" Pansy was actually surprised by that.
"Listen, you fucking whore, I don't give a damn about you or your little emotional issues. Go see a therapist or something, but stay the HELL away from Draco." Pansy's eyes widened, along with everyone else's. Then she smirked, even bigger, and leaned towards me.
"And if I don't?" She asked threateningly.
I stepped up to her so that I was right in her face. "Then I will personally kick. Your. Ass. Magic or not."
"Oh really?" she replied, not afraid. Stupid whore.
"Really really," I answered menacingly. And then I punched her harder than I could even imagine myself punching someone. She was knocked out instantly.
The entire Slytherin house stared at me in awe. "Anyone else wanna mess with my boyfriend?" I yelled. No one said anything, many actually shook their heads. "Good." Then I stepped over the unconscious Pansy and walked out the door. I wasn't trembling anymore.
I made my way down to the Quidditch stadium at a regular pace. Talking to Pansy had pissed me off, but that punch seemed to get rid of most of the anger. I was almost normal by the time I reached the stadium.
As I walked onto the field I noticed a blonde standing in the middle of the field, staring at the end opposite me. As I got closer I quieted and slowed my steps. Soon I was right behind him.
We both said each other's name at the same time, completely by accident. A crooked grin appeared on my face, and that was the first thing Draco saw when he finally turned around.
"Hi," I said awkwardly.
He didn't answer right away. In fact, he kinda just looked at me for a while. And me being myself, I couldn't look into his eyes for a long period of time. But I could wait for him to respond.
"Shayna…" he eventually said. My eyes found his again. Slowly, as if unsure of himself, Draco lifted his hand up to my face and slowly stroked my cheek. I felt my eyes tear up again. And then he kissed me. It was a very pure, very innocent kiss, the kind with no tongue, the kind that just says, "I'm in love."
"I'm really sorry," he whispered. Then he stepped back and turned to walk away.
"You're leaving?" I asked, my voice choked up from my tears yet somehow sounding surprised.
He stopped and faced me, about two feet away. "Should I not?" he asked innocently.
"I…well…" I stuttered. He turned around and took another step. "I would like it a whole lot more if you stayed," I said suddenly, my voice returning.
He stopped, his foot in midair. "You would?" he asked without facing me. It sounded like…almost like he was crying…
I sniffed really loudly. "I would," I answered.
Then he turned and quickly stepped back to me, and before he could wrap his arms around me I saw tears on his face. He wasn't to the point of actually crying yet, but tears had fallen. That made me start crying.
He quickly kissed the side of my head before saying, "I love you Shayna."
I couldn't help smiling a little at that. I snaked my arms up to his head and pulled his face so it was in front of mine. "I love you too Draco. Don't ever forget that." I kissed his mouth quickly to get my point across.
"Never," he replied. Then my arms went around his neck and we just stood there, hugging, for quite a while, in complete silence.
Long before we moved our tears dried up. And when we finally did move, all we did was shift so Draco could conjure blankets for us, then we laid on the ground in the middle of the stadium, still holding each other.
I could tell Draco wanted to ask me something, but he couldn't spit it out. I had a shot of patience and waited for him to say something. And finally, he did.
"Does this mean…we're okay?" he asked cautiously.
I thought for only a moment before replying, "Yes, I think so."
He kissed the side of my head again. "I love you baby," he said.
I smiled and turned my head towards him. And you know how they say make up sex is always better? Well, I wouldn't know about that, but it's definitely true for the cuddling…and kissing…and other things...