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– CHAPTER 11 –

Mia bolted upright in her bed, panting. She looked down at herself and took note that her pajamas were on and she was alone. Where the hell had that dream come from?

Last night

Mia and Draco entered the common area and as Mia was about to step around a still Draco and head upstairs, she heard him mumble under his breath "oh, fuck it", and before she could blink she was pinned up against the wall.

They kissed, they touched, Mia had decided she would surrender; it wasn't worth it to keep fighting. Just as she was reaching down to pull off her own top and speed things along Draco pulled away.

Placing his hand on her cheek and his forehead against hers, Draco said, "Sleep well, love." With one last chaste kiss, Draco pushed off the wall and sauntered up to his room.

Mia could not believe that he had pulled away like that. Furthermore, she could not believe that she had that dream, she was almost tempted to try and go back to sleep to see how it ended. Debating the thought, Mia looked over at her clock and saw that her alarm was set to go off soon anyways, might as well get up.

Heading over to her closet, she tried to clear the fog from her mind and focus on something else, like if she should wear the Louboutins or Manolos today. Pulling her new, altered uniform from the hanger, she settled on the black Louboutin pumps and dark green Hérmes bag.

She cautiously walked through the bathroom and put her ear against Draco's door, satisfied by the sound of silence she flicked the lock and started her morning routine.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door Draco was having an inner debate to solve the cause of blue balls he gave himself last night. He was so close to taking Mia right then and there against the wall, he made a mental note to ponder his new penchant for walls later, why the hell did he stop?

Oh yes, to prove that he was in it for the long haul. Not a quick lay.

He could not, however, keep walking away for much longer. It was time to accelerate things by a few hundred notches.

Hearing the water in the shower turn off, Draco resisted the urge to picture the view in the bathroom and walked over to his closet to grab his clothing and wait for Mia to unlock the door for his turn to shower.

Thirty minutes later Draco wandered out of his room and seeing that Mia's door was opened he walked over quick to see if she was still upstairs. Standing in the doorway of her room, Draco took the whole vision in. Mia was dressed in her uniform, minus the robes, which had clearly been altered and fit like a woman's clothes should fit, it didn't hurt that the skirt had clearly been shortened as well, showcasing legs that ran down to black high heels. The fancy kind with the red bottom. Draco cataloged the shoes and the Hérmes bag for future gift ideas.

Taking advantage of the fact that he had not yet been noticed, Draco strode into the room, making eye contact with Mia in her mirror as she leaned in to apply mascara.

"I'm almost done, Draco. You can go on without me if I am holding you up." She sounded almost defensive.

Instead of giving a snarky response back, Draco put his hands on the vanity on either side of Mia, leaned in and gave her cheek a quick kiss.

"You look beautiful, baby. I'll meet you downstairs." Draco watched Mia's jaw drop in the mirror and managed to hide his smug smile until his back was fully turned. First thing in the morning and he was already ahead on the leader board.

Mia almost poked her eye out with the mascara wand. She was used to snide Draco, was getting more and more acquainted with possessive Draco, and now sweet Draco?! She would have to get Daphne alone today and talk about the third dimension of Draco. The sooner the better, Mia didn't want to sleep with Draco before she knew his feelings, but her willpower was slipping from her grasp faster and faster.

Finishing her eyes and tucking her wand neatly in her bag beside her parchment and quills, Mia slung on her robes and headed downstairs, where, sure enough, Draco was sitting on a couch waiting for her. He made everything look good. It wasn't fair.

Draco stood when he heard the sound of Mia's heels on the stairs and wordlessly saddled up next to her with his hand on her back and lead her out of their rooms and towards the Great Hall, feeling a profound sense of satisfaction at the fact that Mia did not pull away, if he wasn't mistaken she may have leaned in a little bit.

Breakfast, lunch, and their classes passed relatively uneventfully. Draco and Mia had the same schedule, filled with advanced classes, along with Daphne, Blaise, and a handful of Ravenclaws and Gryffindors (most notably missing were any Weasleys or Pansy), so their classes looked like they would be drama-free.

After classes Mia found herself amongst a small group of students scattered around the Great Hall enjoying the new coffee and tea service. Armed with two strong cups of coffee, Mia and Daphne settled in to take their stack of syllabi and get everything organized in their planners.

"So, Mi, you and Draco looked fairly cozy when you left last night", Daphne let the statement linger in the air as she stared at Mia with one of her perfectly shaped air brows almost reaching her hair line.

"We did, didn't we? Things got even more cozy once we got back to our common room. And, Daphne, all the signs were there and I had given up, hell I was trying to speed up the process, and he pulled away! HE PULLED AWAY! Gave me a kiss and said good night." Mia paused only briefly to make sure that no one had her voice grow higher and continued on with her rant, giving Daphne no time to provide input.

"And then, this morning he comes in my room, calls me beautiful, kisses my cheek, and waits patiently while I take FAR too long to get ready to walk me to breakfast. I don't get it Daph, I just don't get it."

"It sounds to me that you are complaining about him being a perfect gentleman, sweetie. If he spent every second trying to get in your pants you would be complaining about that too. What do you want?"

Mia looked at Daphne and Daphne looked right back, finally Mia sighed and looked away.

"I want him to like me. I want to be with him for more than one night. I just…what game is he playing with me?"

Daphne resisted the urge to reach over and smack Mia right in the face.

"He does like you Mia, hell the boy probably even loves you. Since first year no one has challenged him like you do, you two are perfect for each other. He's afraid of scaring you off and you are afraid he's going to take off. Toughen up, buttercup. Take the risk. Make the first move." It didn't matter to Daphne that she wouldn't get a pay out if the two finally pulled their heads out of their asses today, they just needed to get it over with.

"Ugh, you are right. I've just got to dive in, I'm acting like a fool."

Mia smiled, kissed her friend on the cheek across the table, and grabbed her things to head upstairs and take charge, they were going to figure their shit out and Draco wouldn't be pulling away again.

Daphne smiled as Mia walked away. Blaise would win the pool today, and that was fine. He liked to gamble, but he liked to party even more. They all would benefit this weekend.

Draco played extra hard on the quidditch pitch today. He had to get all his aggression worked out, at this rate no telling how long it would be before he had Mia. If he had his way though, it would have been yesterday afternoon.

Across the grounds in the Heads' tower, Mia had flung just about every item out of her closet, terrifying the house elf standing behind her.

"Cedar is sorry, Miss! Cedar will put the clothes away better next time! Cedar can do it!"

Mia whipped around and took in the elf trying so desperately to please her.

"Cedar, you did your job perfectly. I am being the crazy one. I just have no idea what to wear."

"Ahh, Cedar understands, Miss. Cedar knows what is going on. Cedar thinks that if Miss wears this, Master will do whatever Miss wants. Cedar will go now, Cedar will fix his tomorrow." Mia was taken aback, were she and Draco that transparent that their house elf could see through them? She got in half a wave before a loud crack signaled the perceptive elf's departure.

She turned back around to grab the item Cedar had pulled out of her drawer. It was a light grey v-neck t-shirt, loose and meant for sleeping it covered little more than her bum. It was old and super soft and Mia suspected that from many washings it might be more than a little see through in the right light. It was very short and Cedar didn't suggest any of her cute sleep shorts. Nevermind that she was taking fashion advice from and elf, Mia started rummaging through her drawer for the perfect pair of lace boy shorts.

Looking the mirror, Mia tousled her hair and gave herself final approval. Barefooted she ran over and grabbed her planner, books, some parchment and a quill. Why not look like she just wanted to be comfortable studying on those lovely armchairs downstairs?

Mia spread out her study materials on the coffee table, swung her legs over the arm of the chair and waited for the statue to swing open.

Draco's mood was much improved after practice and found himself able to laugh with Theo and Adrian as they walked back to the castle. It wasn't long before they were saying good-bye and Draco was standing before the statue of the King and Queen, who after his whispered password was swinging open.

Draco didn't even look up as he walked in to the common room, he was blissfully exhausted, and beyond hungry. Practice had run over, he probably missed dinner, so he strolled over to the kitchen area without looking to the living area.

"Hi, Draco", Mia called out, she was anxiously waiting on Draco to look over.

"Hey". He replied, much to her dismay, without looking, busying himself with making a sandwich. So caught up in his meal, Draco finished and moved over the couch, still without looking and settled himself in to eat.

Taking a bite, he looked over at Mia, who had a book open but hadn't turned a single page in the hour she's been waiting, and choked.

"Oh, that looks good. I totally forgot about dinner. Can I steal a bite?" Mia hide her smirk, and on Draco's nod, done with his mouth full, Mia climbed out of her chair and settled herself next to the couch, on her knees facing Draco, and plucked a bit of sandwich off his plate and popped it in her mouth.

"Mmmm, delicious. So how was practice?" Mia settled back and watched Draco, it took him more than a moment to look over and answer her question.

"Fine, good. What have you been up to?" Draco needed to get his wits about him. He took a deep breath and felt himself regain control. Walking in a seeing Mia in nothing more than a t-shirt and panties was not what he expected to see.

"I have coffee with Daphne, come back and got ahead on some reading, nothing too terribly exciting." This was taking too long, he should have been on her by now. Made some sort of move by now. She nervously started playing with the hem of her shirt.

Draco watched her fiddle, watched the shirt climb higher and higher and reveal more and more black lace.

"You need to stop." It came out harsher than he intended but really, she had to stop. It was a tease and he was about to stop it himself.

"What?" Mia dropped her hands and looked up at him.

"You need to stop."

"Draco, I'm not doing anything."

"You are playing with your shirt making it shorter and shorter, your shirt that already shows enough to bring me to my knees. I am really trying here, Mia. I am really trying to take it slow and prove to you that you aren't just a one-time thing, that I want more with you. But, Merlin, you make it hard. I've never done this before and I am trying to do it right." There, he laid it all out for her. Sighing he leaned his head back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling, sandwich forgotten on the coffee table.

This was it, no turning back. She got what she wanted from him, and more. It was her move. Throwing caution to the wind, Mia threw herself across Draco's lap, straddling him, and grabbing his shocked face in her hands.

"I want this Draco. I want you. I want more with you too."

Draco looked her dead in the eyes when he spoke.

"Are you serious? Because I wasn't lying before. When I make something mine, it's mine. For good. For keeps."

"Good. I want you to keep me."

"Say it. Tell me you are mine." Draco had his hands on her face now, his thumbs rubbing her jawline. He wanted this one last reassurance that she was his, that she wasn't going to run. Then he wanted her.

"I'm yours." Before Mia could get out anything else, Draco brought her lips down to his, effectively silencing her and any further coherent thought.

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