Author's Note:
Hey guys! Are you guys as excited for Christmas as I am? Great!
I'll make this quick, but here are some shoutouts with replies-
TigerL1ly81- Don't worry! Florence is not a one-time thing, and I'll prove it in the next chapter! Your OC is not gone yet!
Demigodfan1- Yes! I source checked it and you are correct! I'm sorry about that, I guess I just haven't read the books recently enough! I just always assumed they were green!
Enjoy this chapter hot off the press!
CHAPTER NINE
Dark rooms
**Song of the chapter: Just a Kiss by Lady Antebellum**
Boys were absolutely ridiculous.
Okay, maybe not the gender as a whole, but this particular boy's emotions were as easy to understand as a rock's. Would he at least LOOK at me? No, of course not. The utter thought was crazy. He probably wasn't confused at our current relationship at all. It was probably plain as stone to him; 'a girl that I don't even really like kissed me and now there's nothing more to think about, because I'll just never speak to her again.'
What was I supposed to do? Write him a passionate letter with hearts around his name? Ignore him just as much as he was ignoring me? All I really knew was one thing, like Ginny said, no matter what I was doing he was always in the back of my head, clouding my thoughts as I attempted to think of other things, like my studies.
I looked over at him from my seat in the back. He was two rows in front of me, to my right. I could see the side of his face, and I tried to guess what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about me?
I quickly looked away, just in case he felt the weight of my state on him, and tuned into what Mcgonagall was saying.
"...Miss Parkinson, would you mind passing back last week's test for me?" The professor asked politely.
I perked up my ears. I had studied long hours for that quiz, and was excited to see what I got.
"Yeah, sure thing." Pansy said in a half bored, half attempting to sound polite voice.
Paper after paper landed on each desk, until she finally reached Ron, Harry, and I. My breath caught in my throat.
B+
What? B+? That's impossible, I worked so hard for that. I answered every question! I hadn't gotten so low a grade all year.
"C." Ron said brightly, "I passed! What'ed you get Harry?"
"B-! Awesome. What about you Hermione?"
I continued to stare at my paper.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, leaning in to look at my score. "Oh! Lucky, you got better than us both."
"I got a B+. B+. I can't believe this." I mumbled in shock.
"Hey, it's okay, it's still above average, and I would be happy if I got that." Harry commented.
"Yes, but I'm not you. I worked hard on this." I snapped. I turned to see Harry's slightly surprised face. My look softened. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I just don't understand why I got it. That's all."
"Don't worry about it. We all know you're used to a little higher." Harry smiled.
"Yeah, and we all get disappointing grades. Well, I guess apparently you haven't, but your bound to every blue moon." Ron said, attempting to comfort.
"Thanks Ron." I said with an eye role, but I was still a little shaken. It was most definitely Draco's fault. His stupid self must have distracted me. Urg. I was done with waiting to see what happened next. I needed to actually confront this problem, because it was becoming a problem.
"Now, this week we'll be talking more in depth about transforming animals into other animals, and although the test grades could have been better, I think we all have a firm grasp on mice and turtles. One of the things that should be- Mr. Malfoy could you please enlighten the class as to why you keep turning your head back? I apologize sincerely if I have bored you."
My attention, like the rest of the class's, snapped to Draco, who had frozen in his seat.
He had been facing back here?
But.. No... He wasn't looking at me. Of course not.
Draco quickly mumbled something I didn't catch, and finally Mcgonagall returned to her speech.
Yes, I had to do something. I needed to stop guessing at his emotions. Grabbing a piece of parchment from my bag, I torn off some from the bottom and scratched a quick note on it, before folding it up and setting it on my desk.
Whispering, I said a spell that caused the paper to sprout six legs, and told it where to go. I watched as the folded parchment scurried across the floor, jumping onto his chair, and then desk.
With slight confusion sketched on his face, Draco unwrapped the note, reading it, but not daring to turn his head back. He nodded ever-so-slightly, as he silently agreed to my writing.
This room. Tonight, One a.m.
H.G.
Was it really stealing to quickly BORROW something that your close friend would have normally let you use anyway?
Well, maybe TECHNICALLY it was, but it's not like Harry would press charges against me for using his invisibility cloak.
I had sat waiting as the clock ticked, until it was 12:30, and I couldn't wait any longer. It never hurt to be early to your own secret meeting in the dead of night with someone you may, or may not have feelings for. Right?
I flung myself, speedily but quietly, through the halls, stopping to creak open the transfiguration room door, and step in. The deserted room was the opposite of one might expect at night. To some it may seem eire or frightening, but the soft glow of the crescent moon brought peace to me, as I sat down in one of the chairs.
The clock in the corner turned to 12:50 as the quietest and gentlest of snows fell upon the castle and its surroundings. It was breathtaking to behold.
I moved towards the window and opened it a crack, just enough to feel the snowflakes on my nose and face. The snow was so peaceful, and it almost made me forget about my surroundings, that was until the door creaked open behind me.
When the door was shut, he saw me, and Draco stopped for a moment, but then proceeded to swoop down into the deepest of bows, whispering in a mock voice, "My lady,"
I was a little bit frozen, wondering what to do and honestly rethinking writing that stupid note in the first place. We both stood there, neither one knowing what to do. So, I took a leap of hope.
I walked over to him, getting closer my the second, until I was close enough to see the slight height difference between us, which was about an inch and a half.
Draco's grey eyes, with little sparkles of green in them, stared into my own, both pair of eyes wanting the other to make the first move.
My hand suddenly grabbed his white shirt collar, and I pulled his mouth to mine, feeling something explode in the veins running all through my body.
His arms traveled to my waist and mine to his neck, holding each other tightly. The need for oxygen, however, caused us to break apart, but we stayed, breathlessly, staring up at each other.
"When did you get so passionate, Granger?" He teased, still locking eyes with me.
"The moment you started acting like a proper human being." I answered, seriously.
"Me? Human? Never." Draco scoffed, the moonlight illuminating his facial features. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, what is this, I mean, you and me... We're...?"
"The Slytherin and the Gryffendor." I said, unable to stop a smile.
"Hogwart's next scandal." He breathed. "But, we do need to figure out, I mean, how this is going to work and all."
I sighed, my hands still on his neck. "Obviously I can't tell anyone from my house-"
"And my friends would just about strangle me if they found out about you-" he agreed.
"So, we can't actually tell anyone." I sighed again.
"That appears to be the only solution that doesn't involve anyone murdering us." He smiled.
We both stood there, thinking about our situation.
"How about now, we just, don't worry about it?" I asked, hopefully.
Draco smirked, "I have no quarrels with that."
"Good."
And then he kissed me, as the snow fell around the grounds from the heavens outside, a sign that not all was lost.
No one said this would be easy, and it most definitely would not be.
Due to the holidays this weekend, I will be unable to post. So sorry!
Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year (and of course don't forget to stay awesome)
~ ThePondFamily3