If Only

Jeni Draco's Girl

Specially for Hannah, who waits so patiently. ENJOY!

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'Oh my God!' Jeni exclaimed. 'Are you sure?'

Draco nodded.

'I can't believe it!' she cried. 'Henri has a crush on -'

'Yes,' Draco cut her off.

'And you're absolutely, without a doubt -'

'Jeni,' he cut in again, 'You remember how he was acting yesterday?'

Jeni nodded, frowning slightly. Of course she remembered Henri's extreme reaction at even the tiniest of hints that they'd done what most boyfriends and girlfriends did, and the way he'd clamped his hands over his ears and jumped up and down in the middle of the hallway.

'Well, I did the exact same thing in the Slytherin commonroom when I was trying to get you to go out with me.'

Jeni stared at him in disbelief. 'Am I hearing right? The Draco Malfoy was jumping up and down in the middle of the Slytherin commonroom like a five-year-old? I find that hard to believe,' she teased.

'Not exactly jumping up and down,' Draco said defensively, 'but I was extremely frustrated and probably would have punched anyone who even mentioned kissing. Most likely,' he added thoughtfully, 'Because I wasn't in on the action myself, so to speak.'

Jeni managed to suppress a giggle. 'Come to think of it, that's really sweet.' Jeni lent against him momentarily.

'Yeah, well, if we can get her to think so, then that'll be a miracle in itself.'

Jeni flopped back on the grass under the willow next to the lake, and sighed. 'I still can't believe it.'

Draco smiled, leaning back on the grass and then rolling over onto his stomach so that he was lying next to Jeni, propped on his elbows, his face inches above hers. 'You know you said that already, right?'

'Hmm,' Jeni replied dreamily, not hearing a word he said. She was too busy staring at his face, her eyes memorising his features, and enjoying the pleasant rush of feelings flooding her body and settling somewhere around her heart. There was a wonderful warmth growing along her side where Draco barely touched her.

Jeni's eyes traveled down his face until they fixed on his lips, her eyelids fluttering closed as he finally lent down to kiss her. The gentle touch became firmer, and Jeni's hand came up to graze the side of Draco's face before meeting her other hand behind his neck.

Draco's hand brushed her shoulder, briefly, before slipping down to her waist, and before she knew it, he'd rolled back, pulling her over him and round again, until he was lying on top of her! Jeni, or at least the small part of her brain that could still think straight, felt this was a rather compromising position, and anyway, it was quite uncomfortable to have all the weight of a nearly-full-grown man on top of her. With a tremendous amount of effort, she was able to rock sideways until she was on top of Draco, however, due to an overestimation on her part, she was then underneath…on top…underneath…and they were rolling down the slight slope, tangled in each others arms, at an ever-increasing speed, until…

Jeni shrieked as she found herself very cold and very wet and straddling Draco in knee-depth icy water at the edge of the lake. It was this last realisation - that she was keeping Draco's head underwater, that is - that caused her to stand up, and promptly fall back into the water with a splash and another shriek as she tripped over him.

Draco sat up, spluttering and looking murderous.

Jeni squeaked and stood shivering, partly because she was freezing, and partly because of Draco's glare. Her eyes were locked with his; she could see his anger…

Draco burst out laughing. 'God,' he managed to say, 'The look on your face was priceless!'

Jeni paused, then scowled. 'Why you…' she growled at him. Before Draco knew it he was underwater with Jeni on top of him again, pummeling his chest as hard as she could - which was, as has been previously mentioned, not very hard.

This time, however, Draco seized her wrists and sat up, Jeni still sitting on his lap. The water came up to his shoulder.

'Don't you ever scare me like that again!' Jeni cried, struggling to free her wrists.

'Scare you? What are you talking about?'

'I thought you hated me or something -'

'How could anyone ever hate you?'

'Stop side-stepping the situation! Flattery will get you nowhere!'

'In the past it's always gotten me everywhere…' Jeni glared at him. 'Sorry. Okay then, is there some way I can make it up to you?'

'I'm sure you'll think of something,' Jeni said sarcastically, a small smirk on her face.

'Hmm,' Draco agreed, pulling her towards him.

And that was how Henri found them a few minutes later: still sitting in the water with not even enough space for an atom between them. Given his current state of having a crush on … someone, he didn't just turn and leave. Instead, he let out a rather obvious 'Whoops!' which practically had a visible exclamation mark, before turning…

'Wait! Henri!' Jeni cried, disengaging herself from Draco and standing up. Draco grumbled but did likewise.

Henri turned back, and decided it was best to ignore what he'd just seen. 'How come you two are drenched!?' he asked theatrically.

Jeni and Draco glanced at each other, and realised that they were, indeed, soaked through.

'Ahem…well…' Jeni stuttered.

'You probably don't want to know,' Draco supplied, his voice unwavering.

'You're probably right,' Henri intoned. 'Anyway, it's getting on for five o'clock, so maybe you should come in and dry off before dinner.'

Jeni and Draco both agreed to this, and they stepped out of the lake. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at Jeni. 'Evaporium,' he muttered, before casting the same spell on himself.

Jeni was impressed. She'd never heard that charm before - since she'd never fallen in a lake before - and she told him so. 'But,' she added as they walked towards the castle, 'I'd still like a shower and then a bit of a sit beside a fire…I'll meet you in the library? The fires are huge in there.'

Draco agreed, and so half an hour later Jeni entered the library fully showered, changed, and feeling a lot better for it.

But Draco still wasn't there.

Instead she found Henri sitting on a large sofa, staring pensively into the flames. Jeni plopped down beside him.

'Sickle for your thoughts?' she asked.

Henri jumped visibly. 'What? Oh… I wasn't really thinking about anything important.'

'U-huh…' Jeni found this hard to believe, given what she knew, and since she doubted Henri thought of her as unimportant. But just then Draco arrived, and put an end to the silence.

'What took you so long?' Jeni asked curiously. 'Logically, I should have taken longer than you.'

'Well, I wouldn't want to walk around the castle half-groomed now, would I?' he asked, reaching up a hand to lightly check that his hair was still perfect.

Jeni rolled her eyes, remembering its state of disarray the previous day and ignoring the fact that he was suggesting she walked around half-groomed. 'You're just begging for someone to come along and mess it all up,' she told him. Then she smirked. 'I bet Potter or Weasley would love to…or I could just do it myself…' she teased, raising a hand.

'Oh, no you don't!' Draco told her, holding out his hands defensively. 'Keep away from the hair!'

Jeni pouted. 'Aw! But you look so cute with it out!' she whined. 'Why'd you have to gel it in the first place?'

'Because I like it like this,' he said. 'And it looks better.' This was his opinion, but he said it just to get a rise from her…

'Does not!'

He smirked affectionately. 'You're so cute when you're angry.'

'Flattery will get you nowhere.'

'You know you said that already, right?' he asked, taking a step towards her.

'And what are you going to do about it?' she challenged, a spark in her eye, her chin tilted up, as she also took a step.

'Maybe I'll have to shut you up.' Another step.

'Maybe you won't have to.' And another.

They were now standing right up against each other, Jeni's hands resting lightly against Draco's chest. His hands came up to gently encircle her waist.

'Why?' he whispered.

She didn't answer.

Instead, she curled her fingers into the front of Draco's robe and pulled him down to kiss him, hard. Draco was taken by surprise, if only for a second as a Malfoy is never surprised, but he reacted soon enough, pulling Jeni tightly to him, nearly crushing her against his chest, and returning her kiss with equal fervour. Jeni's knees felt weak and she felt like her body was burning up and freezing at the same time.

Jeni's brain just stayed quiet and reflected on what hormones did to teenagers.

Jeni finally pulled away, with a wicked smirk on her face.

'What?' Draco mouthed.

Once more she didn't answer. After all, actions speak louder than words. So she put both her hands up behind his head, and then quickly raked her fingers forward, through his hair. This time Draco really was taken by surprise, and he cried out, but not too loud since they were in a library. Jeni just giggled at Draco's now spiked-up hairdo.

Draco scowled and pulled a comb out of his pocket.

'You carry a comb in your pocket!?' Jeni cried, shocked at his vanity.

'Sure,' he replied, as if everyone did, and then made to comb his hair straight back the way it had been.

'Oh, no you don't!' Jeni said, slightly mockingly of the way he said it before. She reached out. 'Hand it over.'

'But…' Draco was speechless. 'I can't just leave my hair like this!'

'You probably could…' Jeni giggled at the look on Draco's face. 'That look was priceless!'

Draco grinned devilishly. 'If I recall correctly, the last person to say that ended up with the other one on top of them.'

Jeni bit her bottom lip, then said, 'Now is neither the time nor the place, Draco.' Her eyes twinkled mischievously. 'Now, come over here so I can comb your hair for you.'

Draco relinquished the comb with a defeated look, and followed her over to the fire.

Jeni pulled a stool from a nearby table over to him. 'Sit.'

He did so, briefly wondering why he was allowing her to speak to him like a dog, and she walked around him a few times, holding the comb in one hand and tapping the other with it, looking critically at his hair.

'Looking at it won't get it done, you know,' he told her. 'And we have to go down to dinner in about ten minutes.'

'Right…' Jeni said, not really listening again. 'Okay…' She parted his hair in the center, combed a few strands forward to fall over his eyes, and then gave it all a couple of strategic flicks with her fingers to fluff it up a bit, as it was still stiff from the gel, and she didn't want it to look like someone had carved it from stone.

'There,' she said. 'Finished.' She lent forward to whisper in his ear, 'And it looks way better than that sculpture look you seemed to be going for, too.'

Draco smirked. 'Are you sure that's what you want?' he asked, standing. 'After all, we are about to enter a hall half full of excitable teenage girls, and I am in no doubt about the rest of my physique.'

She rolled her eyes. Vain as ever. 'Well then it won't make any difference, will it?' Her eyes glittered. 'I'll just have to make it obvious that you're mine.'

'Oh, I am, am I?'

'Yep.' She turned to Henri, then back to Draco. Jeni doubted Henri had even noticed Draco had arrived in the library. He was still staring, trance-like, into the fire.

Draco winked at her, and stepped over to Henri. He clapped him on the shoulder. 'Henri,' Draco began, 'Jeni and I have been making out here for the last twenty minutes.'

This definitely succeeded in bringing Henri back to the real world. 'What!?' he cried, earning a sharp "Shush!" from Madame Pince. 'Why are you telling me that?' he hissed at Draco.

'Because you were totally out of it and we're going down to dinner.' Draco explained flatly. 'Coming?'

'Of course.' Henri stood and followed Jeni and Draco, who were hand in hand, out of the library and down the hallway.

When they reached the Great Hall, Draco slowed, holding Jeni back too. She opened her mouth to ask why, but Draco held a finger to his to tell her to be quiet. Henri hadn't even noticed and had entered the hall. They stopped just inside, and watched as Henri sat down at the Slytherin table and lent forward, resting his chin on his hands, and staring straight down the other end at a female who seemed oblivious of his attention.

'That,' Jeni whispered to Draco before leaving him to go to the Ravenclaw table, 'Is so cute!'

Draco had to agree as he sat down beside Henri. He'd obviously fallen hard.

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And that is the truth! When Henri falls, he falls hard. I almost feel sorry for him, considering…WHOOPS!! You don't get to know that yet!

Has anyone guessed? I think it's VERY obvious by now…

I almost don't want to see CS after she's read this…

I just want to say that they MUST have gel in the wizarding world, and if you have a problem with this assumption, then too bad!

Also, I WAS NOT comparing Draco to a dog…that was something that I added in on the third or so reread cause that's just what it seemed like.

LOTS of fluff in this…that's right, the fluff bunnies are still on the…er…rampage? Anyway, they're still free. So if you find one, email it to me…I'm sure you'll find a way…oh, and FYI, if you find one and it's hungry, they like fairy floss. Under NO conditions are you allowed to feed them/it cat food. That's not good for them at all!

"'The fires are huge in there.'" ("THE BOOKS ARE BURNING!" cries Crimson Sun)

THANKS TO CS, RLJ, MELANIE (special thanks since CS is VERY unenthusiastic and so Mel has taken over as beta), EMMA, HANNAH and EMMA (the other one). I LOVE U GUYS!!

CYA!!