"So Snape told you Potter is accusing me of giving that Bell girl the necklace?" Draco asked incredulously. We were trudging our way to Herbology that Monday, Snape had pulled me aside earlier during Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco had all but sprinted from the room to avoid being alone with Snape.
"Yeah, you're the first one Potter thought of; apparently he was spying on us that day at Borgin and Burkes…"
The weather was terrible, rainy, cold, and the ground sloshed with every step, luckily I had cast Impervius on our feet and robes to avoid sopping mud everywhere. Draco looked disgruntled by this news.
"I swear, if Potter tries ruining this, he WILL be sorry." Draco growled as we caught sight of him, Mudblood, and Weaselbee.
"CLANG!" we heard loudly one evening as we were in the Room of Requirement. Draco and I both froze and looked at each other, our fright mirroring in each other's eyes. Much to Goyles dismay, he was standing watch outside the room, Polyjuice Potioned into a small girl, someone had walked by, signaling it was unsafe for us to emerge; he had dropped a bottle of toad spawn.
"It's Weaselbee." I whispered, holding my ear up to the door. I could see Draco's hand twitch towards his pocketed wand, our attempts at mending the cabinet was feeling almost fruitless. The days led up to the first Quidditch match of the season, Draco claiming illness, leaving a replacement Seeker to do his job.
All in all, Draco could have passed off as ill, the morning of the match I awoke, wrapped in his arms, tracing the shadows under his eyes with my fingertips. Lack of sunlight, doubled with stress had led to a grayish tinge on his pale skin; my Veela side was the only thing keeping me from looking the same way. He awoke not long after I, he stroked my face sullenly.
"How about you and I go down to the lake this evening, get some fresh air?" I asked him, raising myself above him and kissing him, he looked up at me, a smirk on his face. His eyes knowing. He grabbed me tight, and rolled over, him now hovering over top of me.
Our fruitless attempts were slowly yielding results; one night in particular, we had managed to send an apple through the Vanishing Cabinet. When it had worked, Draco scooped me up in his arms, and kissed me, so passionately, all reason left my head.
"Oh bloody hell…" Draco murmured, bringing my mind back to a normal state. He showed me the time on his watch.
"Damn… Okay, here's what we'll do, you go to the common room, and I'll meet you there, Filch can't get both of us, I need to go fetch Alumni though, we need to write home about this, let the Dark Lord know, besides, I assume we're staying for the break." He nodded, and headed out of the room, his white blonde head glowing in the dark corridor.
"Let go of me you filthy Squib!" snarled Draco only moments later, I decided it was best to sprint down to the common room, and skip my detour to the owlery, it could wait until morning.
"Well that was just bloody lovely." Draco snarled about an hour later as he stalked through the common room entrance.
"What happened?" I asked, immediately coming out of my sleepy stupor.
"Snape…" he growled.