Okay, soooo I graduated high school, and now I'm busy with college stuff, but hopefully my sister will hound me to update.
I'm soooo sorry to those who've read and loved my story about not updating.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'll get to work on the next asap.
This was a mistake. She hated heights for a reason. Lilia held onto Draco tighter and tighter the higher they went on the broom. It was a miracle the boy could still breathe. He had flown over the Forbidden Forest, all around Hogwarts and the grounds on which it stood on and finally around the pitch while listing the dos and don'ts of flying. Once they had finally landed, Lily let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"Draco Malfoy, if you ever let me convince you to take me flying again, check to see if it's really me," she told him sternly while giving him a terrified look. Draco laughed at her, making her face turn red in anger. She hit him on the arm, crossed her arms, and glared for all she was worth.
"Shut up, Draco! It's not funny!"
"It so is," he retorted back, still laughing at her. Lily let out a noise of frustration, and started walking back to the castle without him. Noticing she was missing shortly after, he ran off after her. Throwing his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer to his side still chuckling at the short girl.
"Come on, Lily," Draco pleaded. "You know you can't stay mad at this face." She looked up at him, and grinned.
"You're right. I can't," she agreed. "But I can at this one." She reached up and squished his face. Draco glared at her as she laughed at him. No one ever laughed at his face before! Not even to tease him. However, Lily was different, he supposed. He never thought that Lilia Liles would ever come out of her shell she had been wearing at the start of school, but she had. With himself and Blaise, of course. Anyone else would just feel the wrath of the young, short girl.
"You know Draco; maybe you should take me flying more often anyways." With that, Lily stood up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his chin since she barely reached his shoulders.
Draco sat in a comfortable dark green chair in front of the fire in the common room. It was mid October which meant the first Hogsmeade trip was coming up soon. This weekend to be precise. It was Tuesday and classes had already ended for the day. Here he was stuck in the common room thinking of how to ask Lily to accompany him this weekend.
"Draco?" Great. Speak, or in his case, think, of the Devil, and the Devil shall call. Lily appeared by his side moments later with a worried looked etched on her beautiful face. Draco looked at her, and instantly wished he hadn't. He thanked Merlin that the light from the fire had hid the faint tint that arose on his cheeks.
Lily sat next to his knees on hers, and looked up at him with her head laid gently on the arm of the chair. He had gone straight to the common room without dinner or talking to her or Blaise. Blaise, of course, knew what was going on in the blonde's head and left it alone. Lilia, however, was worried. Granted, she might have been worried because he was the current object of her affection, but she would like to think that didn't sway her that much.
"Draco, what's wrong?" she asked him softly. Draco just shrugged, and attempted to put on a hard look.
"Nothing's wrong. Why would there be anything wrong?" he replied almost coldly. Lily was slightly shocked. He had never talked to her like that, even when they had first met on the train. She averted her look from his face.
"Well, you left class and came here without getting dinner first," Lily said meekly. "You've never done that."
"I've done that plenty of times. You just haven't noticed." Again with the cold tone. She didn't like how he was talking to her. She finally decided to just leave it alone. Poking and prodding the issue bothering him would only irritate it further. Lily stood to leave with a heavy sigh, but Draco grabbed her arm to stop her from moving.
"I-I'm sorry. Mind if I ask you something?" he asked her with a suddenly soft voice, a tone someone would pay to hear him use. And the apology! Not ever getting one herself, she was surprised he even knew how. So surprised, she could just nod in response.
"Well, I've been thinking about how to go about asking you this, but I've not come up with anything good. So, I've given up on theatrics," he admitted. So that's what was wrong? All this over asking her something? This question could be either embarrassing, personal, or extremely out of character for him. "If you don't already have someone to go with, and I'll be surprised if you don't, I was wondering if you'd like to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend. It can be just as friends if you'd like, I-"
"Of course I will." She had said this like it was the most obvious answer. At first she had been surprised he had asked her. Well, not completely- she was the most attractive female in the Slytherin house. A bright and gorgeous smile took over her features. Draco stopped breathing for a couple moments, and this time, Lilia didn't miss it. At the beginning of their friendship, she would have smirked, but now it only made her smile wider.
Sure their friendship had only been a short period of time, but really, does that ever matter to people? Lilia had noted that he'd never called her by her real name. The first time they had ever met, he immediately took on being her friend. But why wouldn't he? She was gorgeous, and he was the Prince of Slytherin. It was only natural, and bound to happen anyways. Then something miraculous happened- he smiled, and Lily took her own turn in forgetting to breathe momentarily.
The week went by painfully slow, everyone itching and excited for the trip to Hogsmeade. Lilia was more nervous than most. She was gorgeous, she knew that, but she had never had a relationship with a male past a friendship. She had most definitely wanted this relationship to bloom into one she hadn't had yet.
Lilia woke up early on Saturday although she hadn't intended to. Finally deciding she couldn't go back to sleep once realizing what day it was, she rolled off the bed to stand. She moved herself into her own bathroom to shower.
