Happy Valentine's day dears! As a treat I decided to update today. I do hope you all like this chapter. Now on to the story!

Chapter Seven of

Falling in Love with the Golden Boy

Perfidious Butterflies

Do you like my stupid hair?

Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?

I'm too scared of what you think

You make me nervous so I really can't eat

-First Date Blink 182

"Are you going to eat?"

"Too nervous." I replied as I threw a shirt across the room. "This will never do."

"Umph."

"Sorry Blaise."

"I swear Malfoy, if one more article of clothing hit's me I will incinerate everything you own."

"But Blaise, it's so difficult I have nothing to wear." He looked around at the cornucopia of clothes thrown across the room.

"Of course you don't," he said dryly, "Desperate times call for desperate measure Cara!."

"I can come in?" I looked at Pansy her eyes twinkling with hope. She had been kicked out of the room several hours ago when her "helping" turned into let's give Draco a make over. Pansy always went a smidgen overboard when it came to clothes.

"Yes." She clapped her hands excitedly and just as she was about to run towards my closet a hand stopped her.

"Cara." I gasped Blaise was using the voice. The voice was something I had heard Blaise use whenever the threat in his words was sure to be carried out such as the time he caught one of his mother's husbands cheating on her the man was never seen again and the blood stains never faded from the cobalt shirt I bought him. It consisted of his tone sounding like a subdued growl bathed in saccharine.

"Y-Yes?" I saw Pansy's frenzied look and rejoiced in the crack in her voice. Fear my protector Pansy fear him.

"If I hear even an utterance of a hair cutting or make up spell I promise that I will conveniently forget the day of our wedding. Are we clear?" She gave a small shudder and at the prevailing sense of fear Blaise pulled back giving her ear a tiny nip. I had to acquiesce Blaise had supreme sex appeal. Pansy set off straight to work throwing things, tsking, muttering, and giving hums of appreciation.

"I have chosen the perfect outfit." From my bed Blaise and I looked. She held up my a dark blue pair of muggle jeans that I had acquired in a fashion show for a popular brand called Manny[1] and an argent silver long sleeve shirt. Grabbing the outfit from Pansy I entered the bathroom.

"So how do I look?"

"Horrible?"

"What!?" I shot Pansy an outraged look. Right when I was about tell her a lovely string of curses she was at work on the cuffs of my shirt. She rolled them up neatly to my elbows and unbuttoned the first two buttons of the shirt. Then she did the most inconceivable thing ever she besmirched my immaculate hair with her filthy, wretched, coral painted hands.

"Now that's exactly how I had envisioned you." I glared at her through the light blond strands that feel in my line of vision.

"I refuse to be seen with the atrocity that you have made of my hair."

"Draco stop being a drama queen." Previous to my onslaught of rather witty and tad hurtful comments Blaise gripped me by the shoulders and nudged me out the door.

"What am I a Muggle," I growled out , "I demand to be let go I've been perfectly capable of walking on my own since I was eight months old ." I reminded Blaise as I swatted at his hands.

"Hush dear we have already left the safe haven of our quarters." At this I felt my spine become rigged and my infamous sneer place itself on my lips.

"So if it isn't the traitors."

"Quite tactful Bulstrode I assure you."

"I'd shut it if I were you Parkinson." Blaise and I stepped in front of Pansy shielding her from the amused eyes of Theodore Nott.

"What do you want Nott?" I said acidly.

"Dragon, your words wound me why so hostile to your ex lover?"

"You answered your inquiry you're my ex lover key word being ex."

"It'd be wise of you to remember who your speaking too." I felt the fury in my eyes increase. A chuckle that I once found melodic reached my ears and I cursed the fact that I could not hide my emotions from him. With a nod of his head his cronies and him shoved past by us. I bit back a jinx at the unsought hand that brushed past my inner thigh.

"You okay?" I looked at Blaise and nodded.

"It must be hard seeing Theo so changed."

"He's not Theo anymore." At those words I swept out of the room.

Once in HogsmeadeI scouted the area for three familiar heads.

" E'llo Hermione, Weasley, Potter." Hermione gave me a brilliant smile and I think for the first time ever I noticed that her two front teeth that I used to tease her unmercifully on seemed shorter. Note to self question Hermione. Weasley said my name with poorly disguised disgust and Potter nodded towards me his mind seeming to be on other things.

"So what will we be doing?" Pansy asked.

"Well if it's all right with everyone I guess we could split up and do our shopping and then meet up in an hour to get some butter beers." Hermione looked for approval on the faces.

" Sounds good see you lot in a few." Not a second had passed and Harry had already been engulfed in the crowd of shoppers.

"Pansy, I know you have marvelous fashion taste and I was wondering if you could help me pick a few wizarding robes?" For a moment Pansy's face looked shocked.

'Sure, I don't see why not." To the casual observer it would have looked as though she had remained emotionless but I was sure that Hermione who noticed everything saw the slight tilt at the end of Pansy's lips.

"There goes our girls, I heard that you play a hard game of Wizarding Chess mind a go?" Weasley looked scandalized at the suggestion but seeing the opportunity of playing the game with a new competitor won out over his loathing for Slytherins.

"Now that leaves me alone . . . again." I told the very still air. As I strolled through Hogsmeade I entertained my self with buying mother a gift for her birthday. The present I chose for mother was a beautifully intricate locket. The locket was shaped in the form of a daffodil[2] with the vines running through it and inside the locket. On one side the vines spelled out the words "Before I understood your words , and then faded to, I understood your love." The remaining side left space for a picture. The locket had a heavy protection spell that I payed extra for as well as a charm that caused the daffodil to change colors according to ones mood. I toyed with the box in my pocket sure that mother would love it when I gave it to her in two weeks. All was tranquil in the streets of Hogsmeade which was filled with peaceful laughter and lively chattering but good things as they say always come to an end.

"EXPELIARMUS!"

"Dirty trick there Nott, attacking your opponent when his back is turned." At the sound of Harry's voice I ran towards the Shrieking Shack where the sounds of the fight seemed to be coming.

"You'll pay for what your bloody Order did to my f-."

"Expelliarms!." I cried. I stepped in Nott's view grabbing the two wands.

"Don't be a fool Nott."

"Get out of this Malfoy, if you don't think I'm capable-."

"You forget that I know you Nott, and though I know you are highly capable of decimating Potter you would not touch me," I threw him his wand,"Leave." Turning towards Harry I offered him my hand which he took with a small smirk.

"Not in the best of books with your fellow Slytherins?"

'What would ever make you think so?" I questioned back my voice laced with sarcasm. He gave me a smile .

"So why did Theo attack you anyways?"

"Theo?" He asked.

"Nott, it's an old habit of mine."

"I see, well, beats me I was walking around staring at the Shrieking Shack when he shoots a spell at my back."

"Peculiar, what were you doing staring at an abandoned Shack?"

"I -I"

"It's fine you don't have to tell me Potter."

"Thanks." He sent me another one of his ever radiant smiles.

"I never took Nott for being a follower of Voldemort though."

"He's not."

"What?" His eyes grew and I noted that his round rimmed glasses gave him the appearance of an owl.

"His father was, one of the Order members killed him and Nott hasn't been the same since." From my peripherals I saw Harry nod his head the grim line of a frown settling there and causing him to look far older then his age. Then again after all he had witnessed and done could he ever be perceived like any other teenage boy? I wanted to make him happy, happy in ways that Weasley was never capable. I wanted to get rid of the shadows that lay at the corners of his eyes and show him the beauty that the world held.

"I'm sorry." Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Sorry?"

"Yes, for the spell that I cast on you in 6th year for always painting you into one of the memories of my pain and hate." He looked up at me straight in the eyes and I saw how he was trying to project his repentance.

"It's understandable that you would think of me like that I never gave you reason not to, I hurt you as much as I possibly could, and treated you and all your loved ones with resentment I never gave you a reason to like me or see a heart within me. But, if it helps I accept your apology as long as you accept mine."

"Deal."

"Now, I think we have a good 20 minuets before we have to meet up the others fancy a stroll around Hogsmeade ?"

"Sure." I noted that walking around with harry was soon becoming one of my favorite activities in the world. Settling into an uncomfortable silence it was soon interrupted by the laughter of a group of third year Gryffindor boys running our way as they evaded a group of Slytherins. As they bumped into Harry I saw him falling. Gripping him by the elbows I hoisted him up. As he looked up thank me his breath caught as our noses bumped and the look of nervous wonderment clouded our eyes. Moment passed as we stood unmoving our breath interlacing in our close proximity. With every blink of his eyes I felt the faint tickle of his eyelashes against my cheek, felt the warmth that radiated off him and onto me in waves, saw every dash of color that his breath taking eyes held, I became intoxicated in the sight of him the perfection he held and in my incoherence I longed to kiss him. I watched as his eyes lifted from my own to my lips and I lightly tightened my hold on his arms . I willed myself to move away knowing that I wasn't strong enough to resist him any longer but it seemed that my body and mind were discordant with one another.

"Dra – Draco."

"Yes?" In my hazy state of mind I didn't even bother to ask him about the sudden use of my first name.

"Kiss me." With no hesitation I gently placed a hand on his neck and brought his lips to meet mine. As his lips maneuvered their way over mine I smiled into the kiss noting that his lips were as soft as I had dreamed. I was aware of everything; the butterflies that were fighting to liberate themselves from my body, Harry's tufted fingers running through my hair, our bodies pulled flush against each other, the slight mews of rapture that left his mouth, the tingles that coursed over my body causing me to tremble. I never wanted this to end, never wanted to renounce this pure nirvana that he alone blessed me with. But being human air soon became an issue.

Pulling back I took in his dazed eyes and the swollen pink lips that held the traces of a smile.

"That was. . ."

"Great" I supplied.

"No", His tongue poked out of his mouth in cogitation as he unconsciously played with the loose strands of my hair, "It doesn't suffice," With a smile he wrapped his arms around my neck the hairs of my neck standing at end at his feather light stroking, "Marvelous."

"Yes it was." I affirm my arms wrapping around his dainty build. I smiled into his raven locks as I feel him return the embrace. We fit together I thought. And as I breathed in his scent of freshly cut grass, butter beer, and boy I knew that even if the constellations were to collide and the sun to burn up I would love the boy in my arms until the end of time.

1The clothing brand is actually Armani.

2The name Narcissa means daffodil so I thought it would be appropriate.

Finally action I'm actually rather nervous too know how you feel about this chapter. I don't think I got the emotions quite right but oh well. Just review and tell me your thoughts.