A/N: So as you can see from my first authors note, I have decided to change the direction of this story. I hope that this decision does not lose me my dear readers. However, I feel that this will be a better direction for the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own this franchise or any rights associated with it.
Chapter 4
She spent the rest of the day in a state of irritation. She had hoped to have an enjoyable day, to attend today's classes, and then spend the remainder of the afternoon under the hanging willow at the edge of the lake; finishing her assignments. His threat at breakfast had frazzled her nerves the entire day, and as such; she had not been paying attention in any of her lessons. While it was not the end of the world if her attention strayed slightly in any of her other classes; she had lost her mind during potions.
Potions, where attention to detail was needed if you did not want to blow up the entire castle…which she almost had, had it not been for Professor Snape's hawk like gaze catching her miscalculation. He had prevented her from adding an ingredient that would have resulted in her cauldron exploding, which would have taken half of the dungeon - and the occupants of the Potions classroom – with it. What she had been left with was a four hour detention with Snape, scouring the muck off of thirty cauldrons by hand…without magic; while he sat at his desk and watched her.
It would take her days to be able to remove the feeling of filth from her skin. She had already scrubbed herself raw, to little avail.
She was ready to explode herself; by the time she reached the portrait that stood guard before the Head dorms. She spared a brief half-hearted smile towards the Veela princess that adorned the moving portrait before giving the password that would allow her to enter the safety of the dorms.
"Phoenix"
The portrait swung closed behind her frozen form. The Head Boy was sprawled across the sofa in the living room that they shared, his face smooth in sleep. He must have been trying to wait up for her. How sweet…
"Levicorpus!", his shout of confusion as he was dragged into the air upside-down amused her greatly. She twitched her wand higher and his form drifted further towards the ceiling. She was tempted to just let him drop from that height but was not in the mood to explain to Madame Pomfrey the circumstances that would have occurred for the Head Boy to have broken his neck. While the nurse was no doubt used to such injuries; she was not in the mood, nor the frame of mind, to have to fabricate a story that did not make her out as stark raving mad.
She had been planning to screech at him, to shout until her voice gave out. But now that he was hanging in front of her, his white-blonde hair falling from behind his ears to obscure his quicksilver cerulean orbs; she found her anger suddenly draining out of her, the plug keeping her emotions at bay dissolving.
"I almost blew us all up today. If it hadn't been for Severus, all of us would have painted the stone walls red. And all because you decided this morning would be the right day to threaten me! I may be yours Draco, but I told you that I needed time to figure out how to tell them the truth! Why are you pushing so hard for me to tell everyone that we're betrothed? You know they won't understand yet. They aren't even aware that I'm not a muggleborn yet! Why Draco?
His silvery blue gaze met hers imploringly.
"Because I love you. And I want the entire world to know that the most incredible witch in this universe is going to be my wife. Is that so difficult to understand?"