The Night is Young

Was it likely that he and I became closer after that fight? Was that even possible? I didn't understand it. There was nothing different between us. Just a couple more exchanges of words but otherwise, it was normal. Or, at least, it seemed so. Perhaps it was me who changed. I, who saw the new side to Malfoy, was the one who had adjusted ever so quickly. When did I begin to call him Draco instead of Malfoy? How did I become his confidente?

I'm not sure exactly when it happened. It certainly didn't happen overnight but gradually. I didn't regard to what happened over time. It was after near Easter when I had finally acknowledged his openness with me. I wondered if it was because he wanted to shag me. Was it due to the fact that he likes sex? It couldn't be... could it?

"Draco."

He knew it was me before he lifted his head from the book. It was late, and the library was bound to close soon. He was the only student left. Looking at his undone work, I rolled my eyes. He was obviously procrastinating. He merely flicked a glance at me "Oh, it's you."

"Just reminding you that curfew is in a couple of minutes. Since the dungeons are the farthest away, you better head over," I said. Good Lord, I was almost his mother.

He didn't move a muscle. "I need to finish up my work."

"Well do it in your common room," I said, impatiently. "If some teacher catches you..."

"I won't get into too much trouble," he interrupted. "The common room is way too loud. Working in there is like trying to defy gravity."

"Well, work somewhere else. Filch is bound to have a reason to get students into trouble."

He looked up to me. The almost silver sapphire eyes made me shiver. I was drowning in them. "You have your own common room, don't you?"

I jerked back to reality. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I do."

He began shuffling his unfinished homework into his bag and swung it over his shoulders. He walked straight passed me and I had no choice but to follow. He was obviously intending to do his work in my room. Bletchley won't mind. In fact, the two of them could talk about whatever it is they talk about. As for me, with my work all finished and Head duties done(no thanks to Bletchley), I was going to turn in early.

On arriving, he looked to me, expectantly, and so I said the password, wondering if Draco'd try and sneak in at times. Knowing him, he probably would. Probably just to irritate me. Looking back to him, I saw his face impassive, so I don't know what he was thinking.

When the portrait swung open, I was very surprised to see Bletchley snogging a fourth year Slytherin girl that I only knew by face. That wasn't the shocking part of it. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned and I blushed. We had walked in at the wrong time.

Noticing me, the girl pushed away from the bloke and burned red. "Miles, you've got company." She sounded afraid but I could hear a hint of anger in her tone. No doubt Bletchley had promised her that no one would come in.

Bletchley turned and his face hardened. He growled, "Chang, I thought I told you not to bother me tonight."

I shook my head. "No, but I'll be happy to leave you two to do whatever you'd like to do. The night, after all, is still young."

The girl seemed to turn redder at those words. She grabbed her cloak which was lying on the floor. She glared at Bletchley. "I'll see you later," she said stiffly.

When the girl left, Bletchley turned on me. "What the hell was that for?"

"What? I'm not the one who brings younger girls to our common room to shag," I said, oily.

"You took Malfoy," he pointed, angrily.

Malfoy, who had disappeared from my mind, seemed to reappear out of no where. I was at loss for words because it was true. I had brought Malfoy. Not that I had such things on my mind but Bletchley wasn't going to listen to me. I became embarressed at myself for falling into such a trap.

"I invited myself," Draco interjected, coldly. His piercing stare was enough to make Bletchley back down.

He sneered. "Yes, it's quite fitting, isn't it? Dear Draco had never shagged someone that we could call pretty. I guess he's just trying to prove us all wrong in thinking that."

Tension filled the room and finally, Bletchley left to his room. I let go of the breath that I was unaware of holding in. I turned to Draco. "You know, you're a lot of trouble."

"No problem," he smirked. "I suppose I'll have to go after I'm done. Miles isn't the type that'd keep this to himself. Especially after you scaring away his girlfriend."

I looked at him, quizzically. "I just came in. She obviously didn't want to be discovered."

Malfoy rolled his eyes and set himself down on one of the plump chairs. In one motion, he took out everything he needed. I had wanted to keep him company, for the sake of being a good hostess, but he seemed fine without me and so I went to my own room.

Unfortunately for me, I was unable to sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour, I stared at the light seeping in from the crack beneath the door. I anticipated the light to turn off any second now. When it didn't, I became restless. He was still there and I wanted to join him.

Tentatively, I silently crawled out of bed and opened the door slowly. The light flooded in as if it were kept away for too long. The sudden brightness caused me to pause and grow accustomed to the light. When my eyes were used to the light, I looked to where he was. He seemed absorbed into his book. His hair was already beginning to become back to the natural state it was meant to be in. His gel was wearing off. One hand was propping his head up and the other was on the book.

I walked down the stairs, wanting to get a closer view. Once I was quite near, I realized that he was not reading at all. He was asleep! For a split second, I had wanted to retreat back to my room, to not make it my problem. But of course, it was nearly impossible. The boy who I had all but loved was sleeping ever so peacefully before me. I stood there, gaping and debating on what I should do. Should I just bring him a blanket and have him sleep here the whole night? Should I wake him up? Can I just leave him?

After a minute of wondering what to do, I resolved to wake him. It was the only right thing to do. My hand reached out to shake his shoulder but stopped. My hand was an inch away from his face. I could have easily touched it. I could have stroked his hair out of his face. I pulled back my arm. What was wrong with me? Why was it such a big deal to just touch him? I shut my eyes. When I opened them, I almost expected him to be awake and wonder what I was doing. But he was still asleep, in the same calm position.

I smiled to myself. It must've been funny to have someone watch me right then and there. That person would think there was something wrong with me.

He stirred and I froze. Luckily, he didn't wake up to see me staring at him. He just shifted his position and went right on sleeping. If you had told me that I would be staring at Draco Malfoy at the beginning of that school year, I would have laughed in your face and say how ridiculous that was, but when I was in that room, with him, I felt a sudden soothing feeling. Like I wasn't alone anymore.

"Malfoy," I whispered. I didn't need to touch him to wake him. "Malfoy..." He didn't move. Was he just pretending? "Draco!"

His eyes shot open. They were pink and weary. He took a while to understand where he was. "Chang..."

"You have to go," I said, quietly. "Sorry for waking you."

He sighed, tiredly. "Can't I just stay here?" he croaked.

"Bletchley..."

"I don't give a damn about Bletchley. Let me stay here for the night and I swear I'll be gone before either of you are up."

I considered this. "You'll sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah, why not?"

I bit my lip. What I was about to suggest was not what I had ever expected me to ever say. "Why don't you just stay in my bed?"

He laughed. "What about you? We can't stay in the same bed."

I smiled, playing a thought in my mind. "Why not?"

You cannot imagine the mixture of shock and curiousity that was plastered onto his face after I said that.