14
In the beginning, everything was brilliant, like it usually is. Before the first kiss, before he took my virginity.
Draco loved that I played Quidditch. Countless of nights with small hints between me and him passed by. He would take my hand and lead me for a few seconds, or put me in his lap and ask if I was cold and hold me and hide his face at the back of my neck. We played Quidditch together and he was always too rough, sometimes I think he forgot I was a girl. Almost every evening at the start of fifth year we played Quidditch down at the pitch.
We became very good friends and started hanging out loads. That was a period of time where me and Draco both kept telling ourselves we were only friends, and we acted from that. We barely touched or hugged or acted special around each other. I was too shy and unsure to do it; I don't know what his excuse is.
Thinking back, it was incredible of Draco to go for about two months not even looking at other girl (well perhaps he looked but he didn't even think the thought of getting off with someone else), that he was waiting for me or laying low, before he even knew if something would happen between us. I find that sort of sweet, comparing how he usually is when he's single.
I became best friends with the boys and me and Draco hung out every single day. I always felt some sort of pull towards him, to hug him, and he joked about me being his perfect girl.
But we still pretended and acted as if we were just friends. The realisation that I liked him was beginning to creep up, but I didn't want to do anything about it because I knew how he was like; drank too much, getting in fights for the fun of it and using girls... So I was careful to be more than friends with him.
But as the weeks proceeded, it became impossible to ignore. There was definitely something going on between us, everyone knew that, and everyone had acknowledged it except the two of us. Looks, long hugs and things like that. I was well attracted to him and I noticed he was too, but it was like we'd silently made a pact not to do anything about it. But it was about to break.
The beginning of December in fifth year – a year after we'd attended the Yule Ball – was when it all became more obvious. We realised how incredibly hot for each other we were, and although we didn't say a word about it, there were always small things that were different in the way we acted with and treated each other compared with our other friends. Like he always played with my hair, and he'd never before let a girl be in on a boys night.
On one of those boys nights on Christmas holidays, we (me Draco Crabbe Goyle Theo and Blaise) all had a few Butterbeers, and that was when he couldn't keep his hands away. We were all in the sofas in the drawing room of Malfoy manor, having Butterbeer and joking around. Draco and I were close close and my legs were in his lap, and he began to stroke my inner thigh, dangerously close... Then he went to get more Butterbeeers from the kitchen. And when he came back I put my head on his lap, lying in the sofa, with my hand under my head, against his dick. He switched a little and I felt it press against the back of my hand. But we just acted like nothing was going on.
As I said, I'd realised I'd started to like him, plenty, but I didn't want to do anything because I know how he was and I'd reckoned I'd probably get hurt, or so my friends kept telling me. But they didn't know how sweet he was when we were alone. I didn't know if he only wanted to have sex with me, since that was the way he was... He'd never been in love with a girl before. So you can imagine I was quite careful.
That night, we all fell asleep there in his drawing room. Somehow Draco and I ended up under the same blanket in the sofa. He was lying behind me and I felt him touch my hip and I pretended to be asleep. Then he kissed my head and settled down his head next to mine and soon enough he was snoring in my ear.
His hand stayed on my upper thigh.