Written for Christina.
8. Christina and Draco
Christina crept down the staircase leading to the third floor, the moon her only source of light. Suddenly a hand encircled her wrist and pulled her behind some curtains in the hall. Before she could make a sound something was clamped over her mouth. Lips. Lips were pressed against her own and the grip on her wrist was now around her waist.
"Do you want Peeves to see you?" a husky voice growled in her ear. "He's at the end of this hallway. Good thing I was here to save you."
She whispered harshly back. "You're the reason I'm down here."
"I hoped you would get my owl." Draco smiled against her neck before softly kissing it.
Christina smiled and took Draco's head in her hands. "It's been too long. We need to do this more often." She kissed him deeply as Peeves knocked over a suit of armor at the other end of the hall.
Draco pulled away. "You need to go, quickly before the Squib comes."
Reluctantly, Christina snuck out from behind the curtains. The feeling of Draco's lips against hers imprinted on her mind.
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