A/N: Hi, everyone. Sorry that it's been so long. I've been very busy since the end of school and everything. That and the love of my life has been keeping me busy, too. Non-suggestive. Well, I bet you all are anxious to see what happens between Draco and Alana. This chapter is dedicated to my boyfriend, Aiden. He gave me the inspiration for this chapter. I love ya, baby. Read and enjoy.
Chapter 5
A Kiss From a Rose
Watch my life pass me by
In the rear-view mirror
Pictures frozen in time
Are becoming clearer
I don't wanna waste another day
Stuck in the shadow of my mistakes
Yeah ah...
'Cause I want you
And to feel you
Crawlin' underneath my skin
Like a hunger
Like a burnin'
To find a place I've never been
Now I'm broken
And I'm fadin'
I'm half the man I thought I would be
But you can have what's left of me-
" What's Left of Me"
Nich Lachey
Draco and Alana just continued to become closer and closer with each passing day. Spending time together seemed to help them both with their attitudes. Draco wasn't as cold and arrogant to everyone, and Alana learned to trust people more. The girls still hadn't been able to get the real reason why she had been hugging Draco the night of Jezebel's birthday out of Alana yet, and she didn't seem to be showing any signs of cracking either. During History of Magic class, Alana had been taking notes when all of a sudden, a paper swan flew over and landed on her books. Read Me was scribbled in a harsh, scrawny penmanship on its wings. Alana looked up to see if Professor Binns was looking her way, but he had his back to the class. She quickly unfolded it and read the message.
A.K.
I have the Quidditch pitch all to myself at 5:00 tonight for Seeker practice. Would you like to come with me? I want to see if your Seeker skills are as good as you say they are. It will just be the two of us,. Reply ASAP.
Your Friendly Slytherin Prince,
D.M.
Alana quickly took out a new piece of parchment and wrote a short reply back. She folded it up into a butterfly before blowing on it to make it fly. It landed on Draco's desk to her right; two desks up. The butterfly fluttered its wings on top of Draco's notes with Read Me written on them. Blaise smirked as Draco unfolded the paper butterfly.
" What does your girlfriend have to say?" He whispered.
" She's not my girlfriend for the last, bloody time." Draco muttered back, snappishly. " Besides, it's none of your business, Zabini."
D.M.
I would love to kick your ass at Quidditch. I needed something interesting to do tonight anyway since Cleo cancelled on trimming my hair. Poor thing. The witch stumach flu is the worst. Anyway, you better not go easy on me tonight, Malfoy, or else you'll find yourself in far worse trouble than if you beat me. See ya at 5.
Your Wilting Ravenclaw Rose,
A.K.
" Man, I'd like to see your ass get wooped by a girl." Blaise whispered, leaning over to see the note.
" Will, you mind your own business already!" Draco growled, quietly, tucking the note into his robes.
Draco looked over his shoulder at Alana and smirked at her. She just batted her eyelashed innocently at him before returning to her notes. Jezebel caught the look and leaned over from the desk to the right of Alana's.
" What are you and your boyfriend writing notes about?" She asked in a whisper.
" First of all, he's not my boyfriend, so get that through that abnormally thick skull of yours!" Alana murmured back, softly. " Second, I'll tell you after class."
" Okay," Professor Binns said in his dull voice, " can anyone tell me what year the Trolls destroyed the city of Athens?"
Alana rose her hand without looking up from her notes. She and Draco were the only two with hands up in the air. Professor Binns just floated in the air for awhile before saying, " Oh please, are Miss Kaligaris and Mr. Malfoy the only ones that listen in my class?"
The class just raised a few eyebrows as if asking if he was that oblivious, and he rolled his eyes before turning back to the board.
" Miss Kaligaris?" Professor Binns droned.
" It was the year 1354 a.d., Sir." She answered as if she'd said it a thousand times and was getting a little bored of it.
" Very good. Five points to Ravenclaw." He said, continuing to write on the board.
" Well, that had to be easy for her, seeing as how it was in her home country." Blaise muttered with a slight snicker.
" Blaise, she probably doesn't even need to take this class. Alana told me that she was a year ahead of us while she was in Greece." Draco whispered back with a smirk.
After class, Draco waited by the door for Alana. When she came out, he and Blaise followed instep with her and Jezebel.
" So, what are you two love birds up to?" Jezebel asked, teasingly.
" We're not going out!" Draco and Alana yelled together.
Blaise and Jezebel just exchanged knowing smirks with each other. Draco scowled, and Alana rolled her eyes with a sigh, muttering something under her breath in Greek.
" In English please, Dear." Jezebel requested. " We're not as lucky as you are to know two languages."
" Actually, Draco knows French, and Blaise knows Swahili." Alana corrected her.
" What?! You two never told me this!" Jezebel exclaimed, pretending to look hurt.
" You never asked." They both chorused.
" Fine, be that way! Six years of friendship all for nothing." She muttered with a smirk. " Now, Alana, quit beating around the bush."
" It's nothing. Draco and I are just going to play a little Quidditch at the pitch at 5 is all." She replied, though a slight blush had appeared on her cheeks.
" You better watch out, Malfoy. My girl here has told me about what she can do on a broomstick." Jezebel said, confidently, putting a hand on Alana's shoulders.
" What can she do? Shag a guy on it and play at the same time?" Blaise asked with a raised eyebrow.
Draco ducked as Alana whacked Blaise over the head hard with her open palm. Draco laughed as his friend rubbed his head with a frown.
" That hurt, ya know?" He complained, glaring at her.
" Well, maybe next time you won't insult me so vulgarly." Alana replied with a smirk. " Just my luck she turns out to be a virgin." Blaise muttered under his breath.
After classes had ended, Alana rushed up to her room to change. The old jeans and t-shirt with the words 99 Angel 1 She-devil printed in pink to darkening red letters she'd worn under her school robes that day would be just fine to play in. She dug through her closet until she found what she had been looking for. It was a long, rectangular, cardboard box with Knock them dead girl! Love, Mia written in black marker on the lid. Alana smiled at her sister's sense of humor and confidence in her before removing the lid. Inside was a midnight blue, Quidditch robe with two, thin, indigo stripes going down the sides. She slipped it on, and it still fit her perfectly. Then, she put two black, dragon hide gloves with AK stitched in sky blue lettering on them on her hands. Lastly, she pulled out a pair of black, dragon hide boots and laced them up good and tight. It would be bad if they fell off when she was a hundred feet or more in the air.
Alana went to her vanity and pulled her hair back into a tight braid to keep it from getting tangled. After Alana was finished, she got to the floor and pulled another, long, rectangular, mahogany case out from under her bed. She undid the clasps, flipped it open, and pulled out her well-polished Firebolt. Her parents had given it to her before she left for Hogwarts. When her friends weren't bugging her or if she didn't have any homework, Alana would take it out and polish it. Just because the broom didn't get very much use didn't mean that it needed to be neglected. After pushing the box back under her bed, she took one last look in the mirror before rushing out of the Ravenclaw dormitories.
The wind whipped about her, blowing at her robes and hair as she stepped outside the castle. It was warm out, but was getting a bit chilly. She made her way swiftly towards the Quidditch pitch. The sun was going down already and in another hour or so, it would be dark. Alana felt the excitement of getting to play Quidditch again in the pit of her stomach. She was also, nervous seeing as how she was going to be playing against Draco. When she got to the pitch, Alana saw Draco already flying around over head. At first he didn't seem to notice her. Alana just made her way to where the Quidditch supply trunk was. It hadn't been opened yet. She sat down on the trunk, making it shake because she had disturbed the bludgers. As she watched Draco fly around, Alana wished that she had brought her sketch book to capture the look on his face. He looked so free and content while he was flying, like he was the only person on earth.
Eventually, Draco looked down at saw Alana waiting for him. His heart skipped at the sight of her. As he landed infront of her, Draco gave her his famous, Slytherin smirk, which she was beginning to think made him look even sexier. Alana gave him one of her own, which actually wasn't too bad for a person of Alana's kind demeanor.
" I was wondering if you were going to show up. After awhile, I thought that you had gotten cold feet and stood me up. All well, I wouldn't have blamed ya, since I'm going to beat you terribly." Draco said, leaning on his broom. " And I must say, that Quidditch robe looks good on you. Dark blue and purple are your colors."
" Whatever, Malfoy. We both know that someone is going to lose." She said, walking up to him and sticking her face in his. " And that someone is you. Besides, I didn't know that you thought of this as a date. Oh, and thanks for the compliment."
He admired the challenging gleam in her eyes and her competative nature. She reminded him even more of how alike they were. Draco just continued to smirk down at her before lowering his lips to her ear and whispering, " Enough talk. Let's just see who's better, even though we both know it's me."
He walked over to the supply trunk and opened it. Alana's eyes fell upon his broom that he had laid on the ground. They widened, and she walked up to examine it in awe.
" Thi...this is a Nimbus Firebolt! I can't believe it! I never thought I'd actually get to see one!" Alana exclaimed, looking it over.
Draco turned around as he squatted on his heels and smiled at her.
" Yeah well, my father bought it for me and told me that it might help me beat Potter in Quidditch if I could go faster than on my old Nimbus 2001. I think he's just trying to buy my respect for him." Draco explained with a smirk. " Though, he was parcially right. It helps. That's a pretty nice Firebolt that you got there."
" Oh, thanks. I never use it much, but I try to take care of it as much as I have time for. I've only ridden it about a grand total of four times." She replied with a small laugh.
" All well, you're going to work it hard tonight anyway." Draco said, turning back towards the trunk and getting the snitch out.
Alana's eyes rested upon it. They flashed already with a look of determination. Draco let it rest in the palm of his hand. Then, suddenly, it whipped its golden wings out and started to fly off. One second the snitch was zooming around Draco's head and then, it was right infront of Alana's eyes before disappearing. Draco got up and grabbed his broom. They looked at each with smirks on their face before mounting their brooms.
" On the count of three we go after it." He said.
" First one to catch it gets to brag about their skills as much as he or she wants. Then, the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a day." Alana explained.
" Fine with me. Prepare to lose." Draco answered.
" Yeah right. One..."
" Two.."
" THREE!!!!" They both shouted before they were off.
Alana kept up with Draco pretty well, considering his broom was a better model than hers. Soon, they separated, going their separate ways to try and find the the snitch. She road up into the clouds, looking every where for it with her sapphire eyes. It felt good to fly again and feel the wind whipping about her on all sides. Suddenly, she saw a flash of green and silver as Draco sped by her; hand outstretched to try and catch the snitch, which was darting everywhere infront of him. Alana spun her broom around and went after him. She managed to catch up and for fun, she rammed her broom into his.
" Hey! This is a friendly competion!" Draco yelled at her, his eyes filled with amusement.
" Ha, that's funny, especially coming from you!" Alana shouted back before setting her sight on the snitch.
Draco went over a little to the side and rammed her really hard, just trying to be funny. But, he didn't realize how hard he hit her, and Alana fell off her broom; only hanging on by one hand! Draco saw this out of the corner of his eyes. He spun around suddenly, and went pale in the face.
" Alana!!!" He yelled, rushing towards her.
But, before he got to her, Alana used her body weight to swing herself back up onto her broom and zoomed past him, but not before flashing him a triumphant smirk.
" Nice try, Malfoy! My cousins used to pull that one on me all of the time!" She yelled back at him.
He shook his head with a laugh and went after her. As he came up beside her, Alana swirved infront of Draco to block him from the snitch. Each time he tried to move, she just kept blocking him.
" Hey, get your broom out of my way, you Wilting Rose!" He yelled, slightly irritated and amused at the same time.
" Make me, Oh Prince of Slytherin!" Alana replied, catching onto their secret game of calling each other by their nicknames.
" Fine! I will!" Draco shouted with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, he managed to throw his body up into the air, while his broom slipped under Alana's and then, he landed on it right infront of her. Alana smirked and did the same trick with him.
" This is Quidditich, not leap frog!" He yelled.
Draco heard Alana giggling and he smiled. He hadn't had such a fun competition in a long time. Then, the snitch did a dive, going straight for the ground. Alana and Draco followed it, hands outstretched, ready to grab it. But, it was getting too close to the ground. Draco and Alana looked at each other. The snitch was playing chicken with them. Not wanting to crash into the ground, Draco pulled his broom up, but Alana kept going.
" Alana, are you mad?!" He shouted. " Pull up!"
She did when she was about a foot from the ground. The snitch was right infront of her. Slowly, she started to stand up on her broomstick. Draco had seen Harry try this before in his very first match in First year, but he wasn't going to let her win as easily. He flew down to her; only he was a little higher. Alana saw him, but managed to maintain her balance, while still trying to grasp the snitch. Draco lowered his hand and was about to snatch it up, when all of a sudden, Alana took one step too far and fell forward. She landed on the ground hard; her broom landing beside her! He watched with horror-filled eyes when she didn't get up. After haulting his broom, Draco instantly landed and sprinted over to her. Alana lay on her stomach with her right hand infront of her; her fist clenched shut. He kneeled next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
" Alana! Alana, are you okay?!" He asked, frantically.
Draco got a soft moan in response and relief flooded over him as she sat up. She had grass strains on her robes and face. Her face was scrunched up and made it look like she had a major headache. Alana rubbed her head with her left hand softly.
" Okay, note to self, never try that trick again." She said with a laugh.
Draco laughed with her, reassured knowing that if her sense of humor was still intact, then Alana was just fine. He put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile.
" Potter tried that trick, too, in his first Quidditch match. But, he caught the snitch in his mouth and spat it back out. After that, I always prayed that they used a disinfectant charm on the thing. The last thing anyone wants is Potter germs." Draco explained with a chuckle.
" Except Ginny, that is." She put in.
Then, she felt something in her right hand. She rested it in her lap and opened her palm. When she did, both of their eyes widened as the snitch lay there, flapping its wings gracefully. They looked back up at each other, speechless from shock.
" Oh...my...frickin'...God!" Draco stated, simply.
Alana just started to crack up laughing. Tears of mirth began to pour out of her eyes. Then, she got to her feet and started to jump up and down like a school girl.
" I won! I won! I beat Draco Malfoy! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" She chanted.
Draco got to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief.
" I can't believe that you beat me." He said with a laugh at the irony.
Alana stopped and looked at him for a second; a smile still on her face. She took out her wand and used it to put the snitch back in the trunk safely before closing it up. Then, Alana turned back to Draco, put her hands on her hips, and smirked at him triumphantly.
" I told you that I'd kick your ass! How does it feel, Draco Malfoy, to be beaten by a girl, who infact, was on a slower broomstick?" She inquired in a taunting tone.
He gave her an evil smirk before waggling his blonde eyebrows at her. Alana got the hint and started to back up. Draco walked towards her in quick, long strides.
" Draco, no! I'm warning you! Don't even think about it!" She exclaimed, waving a finger at him.
He just came at her in a brisk walk. She let out a yelp before turning around and sprinting off across the grass. Draco took off after her; not far behind. Alana started to laugh along with Draco as he chased her.
" I'm going to get you back for this! I swear!" He yelled to her. " Never doubt a Malfoy!"
She just turned around and stuck her tongue out at him before falling into another fit of giggles.
" Oh, I'm definitely going to get you now!" He shouted.
Draco chased her around the pitch as if they were two, six year olds, who had been long, time friends. Their robes were billowing out behind them as they ran. Alana tried to run faster, but Draco was right on her heels. She lept over the Quidditch trunk and ran in the direction of the Ravenclaw locker rooms. That's when Draco caught up to her and grabbed Alana by the waist. She let out a shriek mixed of laughter as he spun her around with her legs kicking out, trying to get free of his grasp. Then, they both collapsed on the ground in a fit of laughs. They were both breathing hard from both their Quidditch match and then, the chase. When they had settled down a bit, Draco turned to Alana, who was still giggling with an amused smile on her face, and smirked at her.
" I told you. Never doubt a Malfoy." He repeated.
" Oh, trust me, I'll never underestimate what you can do, Draco." She replied, turning to him and gazing into his gray eyes with her sapphire ones.
The sun was down by now and twilight had set in. Draco's hair and pale complection stood out in the dark, as did Alana's sparkling eyes. They smiled whole-heartily at each other.
" That was probably the most interesting Quidditch match I've ever played before." Draco admitted.
" Yeah, it was fun. We'll have to do it again real soon." Alana said, earnestly, before shooting him a competative glance. " Maybe you can beat me next time."
" I know I'll win next time." He retorted with a smirk. " You just got lucky is all."
" Yeah, sure. Just keep telling yourself that, Draco." Alana replied, putting her hands on top of her stomach and looking up at the darkening sky.
Draco followed suit and put his hand behind his head. The sky was a light shade of purplish-blue. Sprinkles of stars were beginning to appear as well. A pale, yet warm light came from the half moon and bathed the pitch in it. The two just laid there quietly, looking up at the night sky and listening to the sounds coming from the owls and crickets.
" It's so peaceful out at night." Alana commented, softly.
" Yeah, this is the best time, too; right in between sunset and midnight." Draco answered in a hushed tone.
" Hmm." Ali let out a content sigh.
" So, what are you going to have me do for you tomorrow?" He asked, smirking up at the sky.
" Oh, I didn't say when. I just said one day. I'm going to save it for the opportune moment. When it comes, I'll know." She replied, looking at him.
Draco turned to face her, and his smirk changed into a genuine smile.
" You really are something, you know that?" He asked.
Alana just blushed, closed her eyes, and turned her head back up into the sky.
" Yeah, that's what they all say." She said, sarcastically.
He knew that she was trying to disguise her sorrow with humor. Draco put a hand on her cheek and turned her face towards his. He gazed seriously into her eyes.
" Don't do that. You know perfectly well that you can't hide from me." Draco told her.
" I'm sorry, Draco. I guess it's just a bad habit." She replied with a heavy sigh.
" Hey," He said, softly, getting her attention again, " I'm always here for you, remember? You can tell me anything."
Alana smiled warmly and put a hand on top of his. He felt instant warmth rush through his body when she touched him as always. Though, this warmth was starting to make him feel nervous. Draco liked that they were friends now. Truthfully, he couldn't have wished for a better friend. But, a part of him wanted them to be more than just "friends". To be perfectly honest, every fiber of his being yearned for her. With Alana, Draco felt alive and warm; something he hadn't felt in an extremely long amount of time. This was something he didn't want to lose. Actually, Draco wanted more of this certain feeling. He didn't care if he was being selfish, he wanted more!
" I know, and for that I'm thankful. It's the same for you. Whatever you say, I'll listen and take it with me to the grave." She replied.
" That's my Wilting Rose." Draco said, seeing her go back to normal.
They separated and looked back up at the sky. Draco closed his eyes and started to become really relaxed with the sounds of nature and Alana's steady breathing filling his ears. After a few minutes of silence, Alana said, " Hey, Draco?"
" Yeah?" He answered.
" What's your life like? You know...away from school?"
He opened his eyes immediately at that question. The time had come. Draco knew she was going to be asking him that question sooner or later. His home life was usually something he didn't talk about. It was actually his most guarded secret. Only Blaise and Jezebel knew what his life was like at home. But, Draco trusted Alana completely. He knew if anyone would listen to him, it would be her. Finally, he gave a great sigh before turning to face her.
" Do you really want to know?" Draco asked, seriously.
Alana turned to look at him and nodded. He saw the serious expression on her face and knew that she was sure.
" Well...as you might have guess or heard from Jezebel, my parents are Death Eaters. They serve the Dark Lord and are two of his closest followers. My mother isn't that bad really. She could turn away from him, I guess, but she's probably just too afraid that he'll try to kill her and her family. But my father...my father's the worst. Alana, you don't know how lucky you are to have a family that loves and cares about you. Mine is the exact opposite. If I screw up or make my father angry, he tortures me with curses, preferably the Cruciatus curse." He explained, seeing Alana's horrified expression. " I know...it's terrible, but it's something you get used to. So, I learned to just do what Father wanted and not make him...enraged would be a good word for it. The only reason I even have the friends I do is because they're parents are "friends" with mine. Crabbe and Goyle are too dumb and scared to say "no", and Pansy is just obsessed with me. Blaise and Jezebel are the only true friends I have."
" Besides me?" Alana asked with a weak smile.
" Yes, besides you." Draco replied, sadly, caressing her cheek tenderly before tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. " But, I don't know much longer you'll want to be my friend after I finish."
" Why? What is it?" Alana asked, curiously.
" When I leave Hogwarts next year, the rest of my life has already been planned out for me. My parents will take me to the Dark Lord, and I will have my initiation to become a Death Eater." Draco told her, then going into a whisper, almost choking out his words. " Alana, they want me to become one of them."
Alana looked horror-strickened. She didn't move at all. It was like she had been petrified. When she snapped out of it, Alana's hand sought Draco's and she held it gently in her own.
" What will you do?" She asked, barely above a whisper.
" I want to tell you one thing, Alana, and always remember it. I don't want to become the man my parents want me to be. It may seem strange, but killing people doesn't sit right with me. I just put up an act like it does, so my father doesn't find out. But, really...I have no choice in the matter. I never did. When my parents said I was going to be a Death Eater, that was that. I couldn't deny their wishes, or it would have been curses for days on end. It's people like you that I envy. I envy your freedom to make decisions of what you're going to do with your life. You have the world sitting the palm of your hand, Alana, while I'm trapped in a cage with no escape. I'm afraid that Jezebel and Blaise suffer the same fate. This is why I have my mask. Like you, I want to be saved, too, but up until now, it seemed so hopeless. I'll understand if you feel differently about me now after I've told you all of this." Draco finished.
" I feel no differently about you than when you began, Draco. I'm still with you a hundred percent. You've helped me, and now it's my turn to help you." Alana replied, firmly.
" But, how?" He answered with much confusion. " I already told you. I have no choice."
" Listen, Ginny and Harry told me about this group. It's called the Order of the Phoenix. They're a secret group of people led by Dumbledore, who are plotting to take down Voldemort. Harry, Hermione, and all of the Weasley children are juniors in the Order. Draco, don't you see? They can help you. You don't have to be a Death Eater. You can become an Auror with me, and we could join together." Alana explained with slight excitement in her voice.
" Alana, they'd never except me. They would only accuse me of being a spy for Voldemort. You they'd let in no problem and no questions asked, but with me it's a whole other story." Draco replied, but a spark of hope glittered in his eyes.
" Hey, if they let Snape in, they'll let you." She assured him. " Besides, I'll be there with you when you confront them. I think if they see me supporting you, they'll believe that you are good. You're misunderstood like me, Draco, which makes our attitudes and personalities so much alike. We both have different reasons for being the way we are. I'm being underestimated, and you're being controlled, but it makes us stronger people. We can do anything we want once we set our sights on it. It's like being a Seeker. Seek out your goal and you'll win the game of life."
Alana's words were powerful and reassuring at the same time. Maybe she was right. Maybe Draco didn't have to be trapped. He smiled at her with more compassion than he had ever used before. Alana returned it as she gazed into his eyes.
" Alana, before you came along, I was lonely, cold, and empty. My life had no purpose, and it felt like a piece of me was dying away with each day that passed. But then, you came along and saved me. I feel warmer than I have in years. The loneliness is slowly fading away. For the first time in my life, I'm beginning to feel whole. And it's all thanks to you. You've helped me like I've tried to help you, and I'll always be in your debt. Ever since I first saw you, there was something inside of me that seemed to draw me closer to you. Like my heart was telling me to not underestimate you, even though you didn't seem like much. But, Alana, I found out that you're everything and more. No one could ever replace you." Draco poured out to her.
Alana felt her cheeks flushing profusely, but she couldn't turn away. His eyes held hers strongly, as if begging her to look into their stormy depths forever. At that moment, the whole world seemed to have gone silent. It seemed as if they were the only people left in existance. All Alana could hear was the blood rushing in her ears. Draco's expression softened as he gazed deeply into her alluring, sapphire eyes. They'd bewitched him with a magic far stronger than any he had ever felt before. Without realizing it, he started to lean closer to Alana. Her breath caught in her throat as she knew what was about to happen, but before she knew it, Alana was doing the same. She licked her lips in anticipation subconsciously. As she felt his warm, intoxicating breath on her lips, Alana's eyes fluttered closed, followed by Draco's.
Ever so softly, their lips brushed together. That's when they both felt fireworks explode inside their bodies. It was like the moment they had both waited their whole lives for. Draco snuck his hand around the nape of her neck and deepened the kiss. Oh, her lips were even softer than they looked! It was like touching silk. Alana moved herself to where she was pressed right up against him. Her hand sought out Draco's free one and held it firmly, yet gently within hers as if to never let it go. The other hand snuck its way up to Draco's platinum hair, entwining her slender fingers in the silky strands. Draco worked his lips over her tenderly slow. Usually, his kisses were rough and fierce, but he wanted to be gentle with Alana. He was afraid that if he was too rough with her, she'd break into a million pieces.
They laid there like that for what seemed like forever. It was as if time had stopped all around them. When they separated, Draco and Alana looked at each other with adoration and longing. He moved his hand from the nape of her neck to palm her cheek as she did the same with the hand that had been tangled in his hair.
" A kiss from a rose." He murmured, breathlessly. " I've never felt anything more wonderful in my life."
" I just realized that not all serpants are cold. The one I just kissed was blazing with heat." Alana whispered, softly. " Let's do it again."
With that, Draco pulled Alana so she was laying on top of him and kissed her more passionately. Their first kiss had been slow and sensual, but this one was needy and frantic. Draco kissed her hungrily as if he was dying of thirst, and Alana's lips would quench his suffering. He held her firmly to him with one arm, while the other hand went to cup her cheek again. Alana entwined her hands in his hair again and gripped it gently. When she felt his tongue started to run silkily over her bottom lip, she opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing him access. Draco explored her hollowness with his harshly probing tongue before gently caressing Alana's. She moaned at the new feeling, loving it so much and not wanting it ever to go away.
Suddenly, she flipped them both over, so he was on top. Draco was shocked at her actions, but didn't faulter in the least. He loved the feeling of her body writhing with desire below him. With a groan, Draco pinned her to the ground with his body. Nothing mattered anymore. All of their cares and fears were gone; all sources of loneliness and sorrow forgotten. The only thing the two teenagers were thinking about was each other and how wonderful they felt. They never wanted the moment to end and were praying that it would last for all eternity.
A/N: Aw...the end of another chapter. I am actually pretty proud of myself with this one. Their first kiss...sigh and on the Quidditch field too. Well, I'll have the next chapter up really soon. Review please. I love hearing what you all have to say.