Enjoy! Disclaimer, everything except Emilie isn't mine. Sadly. I would love some Ronald and Draco. D:
Em, I know the perfect place to study. 1st classroom next to the prefect's bathroom on the 7th floor, no-one goes there so I guess we can study in peace. Oh & don't even think about inviting Potter and the gang to study with us. It's a PRIVATE study session. Like you said. ☺
♥ Draco
Oh goodness, finally a place where no Gryffindors or Slytherins will sneer at us. I pulled out a random piece of parchment and snuggled up to my pillow.
Yeah of course. And you better not think about letting Pansy, Crabbe or Goyle join us either. When's our first study session?
♥ Em
I folded it into a crane and sent it flying out the window, towards the Slytherin dungeons.
The next morning, during breakfast, the owls came soaring through the great hall. I was chewing my slice of bacon when Iggy came crashing down on me. I spat all my food out on Hermione. "Shit Herms, I'm sorry!" I tried not to laugh and checked Iggy's feet for letters. "No letters?" Iggy hooted excitedly. "No? Then why did you-" Iggy started pecking on the bacon on my plate. "Ugh, just take it. Stupid owl." I felt like killing it sometimes.
At that moment, Professor McGonagall came down the aisle and handed us our timetable for the year. "Shit, another year in Divination," I groaned and cast the timetable aside.
"And wouldn't you know it, our first lesson is potions with the Slytherins! Perfect way to start the year, don't cha think," Ron growled as he scanned the timetable with his finger.
"Yeah! Perfect!" I echoed as soon as I heard it. First lesson, with Draco, perfect.
As we queued outside the dungeon waiting for Snape to open the classroom door, I watched as Pansy draped her arms around Draco's neck like some boa constrictor and rested her empty head on Draco's broad shoulder. He looked so irritated, pushing her away. I looked to my left and right. Harry, Ron and Hermione were all trying to stifle their giggles. Draco sent them looks that sent shivers down my spine, it was like his steely eyes were shooting daggers into their eyes. Then he gave me a smirk and shrugged. I felt a smile creep up my face and laughed along with Harry as Pansy tried to kiss Draco, again.
Classes were relatively easy to cope with for the first few weeks, even though it was O.W.L. year. I've been stealing glances at Draco whenever I could. Even when I tried my hardest to listen to the lesson, when it gets boring, my head will turn like clockwork towards him. Then my eyes will stare, transfixed.
Once, he caught me staring and he gave me his trademark smirk and playfully flexed his arms as I continued to stare, smiling, and stopping only when Hermione tapped me on the shoulder to ask me a question. The moment I realised what I've been doing, my face got so flushed, and I must have looked like a tomato with a ponytail.
"Noticed how hot I looked eh?" Draco whispered as we filed out of the classroom. He laughed as I whacked his stomach and turned my nose up, ignoring his apologies. "Anyway, study session tonight, can you make it? After dinner okay, I'll be watching you," he whispered quickly and waved as he strutted over to the other Slytherins, where they made their way to their next class.
I stood there transfixed, watching his tall silhouette walk away down the corridor. "Oi, Emilie, are you coming with us or not? Transfiguration next, being late is not advisable. There are many interesting things Prof. McGonagall could turn us into you know," Ron remarked loudly as I turned quickly and followed them to the classroom.
That night at dinner, I sat facing the Slytherin table. And Draco sat facing me. I couldn't eat. He was watching me closely. I raised an eyebrow. Whenever you want, he mouthed. I got up. He got up too.
"Erm, I'm studying late tonight. Probably be in the library or somewhere quiet," I said as I climbed out of the bench.
"Oh alright, maybe I could join you later?" Hermione swallowed whatever she was eating and scooped a spoon of porridge into a bowl.
"Oh no, you wouldn't want to, I'm studying with Draco tonight," I gave her an apologetic smile and looked at Draco. Pansy seemed to be sinking her claws into him, not letting him go. I caught his eye and gave him a stern look. No Pansy, I mouthed.
"Oh, Malfoy, private study sessions hmm," Harry put down his fork, disgusted and spoon as Hermione giggled. "I shan't interrupt you two then," she was being unusually cheeky, she wasn't like this in the first few years I've known her. Must be puberty.
I shot her a glare and hurried out of the great hall. I looked over my shoulder and saw Draco making his way towards the door. "I'll meet you there," I said as I bounced up the stairs towards Gryffindor tower. "I forgot to bring my book down." "Yeah alright," he called out as he ran up the stairs leading towards the classroom.
I pushed open the door of the classroom slowly. It was really quiet. I saw Draco's head buried in a thick book. History of Magic. "Oh yeah, we have that History of Magic test next Monday right?" I threw myself onto the couch and flipped open the book. I needed to do some serious mugging. I spent the whole of the last lesson daydreaming. Shit.
"Yeah, I think I kinda got the first part about the goblin strikes already," Draco lifted his head. "Only about a billion more pages to go before I get to the end of the goblin chapter, how exciting." I smiled. "Ok then we're on par, Hermione was reciting that part over and over again last night, and I think I memorized it already,"
After a while, I got seriously distracted. There were people out on the quidditch field, practicing out late and I couldn't help peering every two or three minutes. Agh. And Draco looks so cute when he's so serious. Must make mental note not to stare. Oh, there was a History of magic essay I had to complete! Yes, I'll do that. I'll keep my weekend homework-free:D
"Hey Draco, could you help me with this question?" I sucked on the tip of my quill. This sucks. How am I supposed to recognize which goblin started which strike? Was it Snarko the Scary? Or the other one? The Beastly one.
"Damn I don't know either," he flipped through the textbook. "It's not in here. Shit, I'm sure Binns mentioned it once, dunno if I copied it down…" I started drawing circles on the parchment. I was soooooo bored. "Shit," he slammed the book close. "Not in here. Let's put our heads together. I'm sure we'll remember it soon." He sat opposite me and put the piece of parchment on both our knees. Then he put both our heads together and started staring at the paper. I raised my eyebrow.
"I don't think it's working," I started getting up. Draco immediately held my head in place. "No, I'm getting a vibe already!" "A vibe? What is this? Divination?" I pulled his hands away but he held mine tightly. "Oh God, stop playing already," I looked at him. He seemed to be trying to control his laughter.
"You look cute when you're mad," he pushed my nose with his thumb. I gave him a look. Somehow, our faces managed to get just a little bit closer. Close enough that our noses touched. Everything was quiet except for the distant echoes from the quidditch pitch. I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath over my lips. I felt his lips brush lightly against mine and suddenly the door flew opened and I heard giggles.
Oh God, it was Ginny. And Michael. Oh ew, I'll just pretend I was so engrossed in my blank piece of parchment that I didn't notice them barging into our classroom with their hands all over each other.
"What the fuck are YOU doing here?" Draco asked with that Look on his face. I didn't dare look up but I heard Ginny gasp and say, "Emilie?". Ahem, I faked a cough and turned to face the other side of the classroom.
Then I heard Michael apologise to Draco and the door closed. I glanced at Draco, he was seething. Was it because our opportunity to kiss was ruined by Ginny and Michael's unexpected tryst? Okay, I was disappointed too. But at least I knew that Draco WANTED to kiss me. :D
"Study session is over. I'm tired," he picked up his book and stormed out of the room. Shit. I scrambled to pick up my pieces of parchment and my quill and inserted it into a random page in my History of Magic textbook. When I came out of the classroom I was surprised to see Draco still there.
"You waited for me? I thought you were angry," I tucked a loose curl behind my ear. "Just wanted to say goodnight," he whispered.
Then he kissed my forehead and walked away.
I thought my legs were melting. I steadied myself against the wall and took a deep breath. Shit, I must have flushed again. My face feels so hot. I fanned myself frantically as I approached the Fat Lady. "Fortuna Major," I breathed and the portrait hole swung open. Ginny was there but I avoided her gaze and hurried to the dormitory. I crawled under the sheets and smiled as I drifted off slowly, dreaming about the almost!kiss and the goodnight kiss on the forehead. Oh, I think I'm coming down with a fever!
END:D
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A/N:
Hope you liked the chapter. I'm having major writer's block now. I always pop up with ideas during the most unlikely times and when I finally get pen and paper, the idea slips away without a trace. Damn.