As the clock struck midnight, Emarie looked around the empty common room. She had left the noisy dormitory to reread her favorite novel once again. Sitting in one of the least uncomfortable arm chairs, Emarie's eyes began to tire. She closed her book and set it on the glass coffee table in front of her. Yawning slightly, Emarie drew her blanket closer around her shoulders.
"Reading in dim light is bad for your eyes." Even without turning around, Emarie knew who the voice belonged to.
"Watching people without their knowledge is usually frowned upon too." Emarie responded.
Draco laughed. "Very true, but it's hard to help myself." He picked himself up off the stairs he was sitting on and closed the space between them. He has a small smirk on his lips as he grabbed Emarie's book. "A Muggle book?" He asked curiously flipping through the pages.
"Yes, it's a Muggle book; they're only good for entertainment so I might as well use it." Emarie said with scorn in her words. One of the reasons Emarie and Draco's parents got along so well was because of their hatred for Muggles and Muggle-born wizards.
"You never cease to surprise me." He took an automatic step toward her. He pushed her silky hair behind her ears and ran his cold fingers underneath Emarie's chin.
"Draco," she murmured, "I can't... Pansy..."
"Isn't my girlfriend." He supplied.
Emarie fell silent and pushed her warm lips into Draco's cold ones. He ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head.
The moment was broken by the click of a door handle, slowing opening.
Draco and Emarie pulled apart from each other and stared curiously into each other's eyes.
Montague, Draco's Quidditch captain, closed the door that led to the boy's dormitories. "Malfoy," he grumbled, "better get some sleep. I have a brutal practice planned for you guys tomorrow. None of our players graduated, so we have an advantage."
"Then what are you doing up?"
"I didn't say I was going to be practicing with you." Montague gave Draco a sinister smile and quietly sneaked out of the common room.
Draco turned back toward Emarie and shrugged, "well you heard him. I guess I better get to bed."
"Yeah, me too. My parents would kill me if I missed my first class of the term because I stayed up too late reading."
They began to walk to their seperate dorms. "Goodnight, Emarie. Don't forget, you're eating with us for breakfast."
"Bonsoir, Draco, et oui, je vais manger aver vous." Emarie said in French.
Draco knew enough French from his forced lessons by his parents to know that she had said goodnight and agreed to eat with him tomorrow.
With a small smile on his face, Draco climbed into his four-poster bed and fell asleep immediately. Emarie sat up a little longer before finally falling asleep herself.