The Dancer

Chapter 7

Draco stared across the lawn with a scowl on his face. The object of his attention was a teal-eyed girls who was holding hands with his worst enemy. He knew that it had been his suggestion, and that Cait really didn't have an option, but it really ticked him off to see her with Potter—not that he would ever admit it.

"Stare any harder and her hair just may burst into flames."

Draco turned his gaze on Theo, whom had just seated himself on the ground beside the blonde.

"I'm just saying," Theo replied, throwing up his hands in defense.

"Well, you can just quit saying," Draco muttered, his eyes traveling back to Cait.

Theo's smile widened, "I didn't realize you fancied my sister so much."

"I don't."

"Right," Theo snorted, "So you've just been so moody lately for the hell of it?"

"I haven't been moody," Draco scowled.

Theo shot him an incredulous look, "Whatever you say, Draco."

Draco attempted to ignore the brunette, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and rage when he saw Cait give Potter a brief peck before heading off to class.

As he made to stand and head off to his own class, an owl dropped a note into his lap. Draco recognized his father's neat and precise handwriting. He quickly scanned the note and sighed. It looked like he'd be getting some alone time with Cait, unfortunately he would have to endure a death eater meeting to get it.

Cait stood between Draco and his mother, sipping on her water while they waited to enter the dining room. She and Draco had been called from school to attend a death eaters meeting.

"You look lovely, as always, Caitlyn." Narcissa crooned in her usual tone.

"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy," Cait responded.

Just then they were joined by Lucius. "It appears that they Dark Lord has been called away on other matters," He explained coolly, addressing his wife and son. "The meeting will be postponed until the matter is settled."

Cait couldn't help but feel relieved.

"I do hope that the two of you will be able to join us for dinner." Cait glanced up at Lucius and realized that he had been speaking to her and Draco. The last thing that she wanted to do was spend an evening with Lucius Malfoy, but she didn't see an out that wouldn't involve her being forced to comply anyways, so she just nodded her head.

As the room emptied, she watched as Lucius and Narcissa apparated from the room. Draco stepped closer and closed his hand around hers. Cait closed her eyes as she felt the familiar tug behind her naval. When she opened them again they were standing in the center of a dimly lit restaurant.

"Young Master Malfoy," the Maitre d' greeted, "Right this way."

Lucius and Narcissa were already seated and were scanning the small, single page menu.

Draco gave her hand a comforting squeeze before letting go to pull out Cait's chair. She hadn't even realized that they were still holding hands until he let go. Suddenly, she felt colder than she had before.

Once the waiter had taken their order, Narcissa fixed her eyes on her son. "Tell me, Draco dear, how are classes coming along?"

"They are going well, mother."

"I expect nothing less than O's in everything."

Cait thought that she saw a faint blush color Draco's cheeks.

"And you, Miss Nott," Lucius began, "I trust that things are going well. Your father has been quite worried lately. He's afraid of your failure."

Cait felt her anger flare. She was about to open her mouth when she felt Draco's hand close around hers under the table in warning.

Taking a deep breath, she calmly responded, "The mission is nearly complete. Any worries that may have been had were unnecessary."

Lucius smiled coldly, "We shall see."

By the time they had finished with dinner, it was late. So late that Draco and Cait had to spend the night at Malfoy Manor.

Cait elected to stay in Draco's room. It brought back memories of when they had all been younger and had spent their summers having sleepovers.

Of course, Draco hadn't had a body like that back then, Cait thought as she watched Draco pull his shirt off and toss it onto a chair. She quickly looked away and climbed under the covers.

The bed was large and comfortable. Cait could sprawl out as much as she wanted and still not bother Draco.

She felt him shift.

"Remember the last time we did this?" he asked.

Cait smiled into the darkness, "Yeah, we had been reading that stupid scary book."

"Theo had been so scarred that night."

Cait chuckled, "I seem to remember someone else screaming like a little girl when that owl tapped on the window, and it wasn't me."

They both laughed. Then, suddenly Draco was close, really close.

"Caity, I…" he began breathily.

Cait closed the gap between them, touching her lips to his. She felt a bolt of electricity shoot into her and right to her very core. It ignited something within her, tugging at that hot spot deep within her.

Reluctantly, Draco pulled back, breathing heavily. He stared down at Cait, taking in her swollen lips, mused hair and pink cheeks. "I don't remember feeling like this the last time we shared a bed," he chuckled.

"No, not quite," she replied, laughing. Draco liked the sound of her laughter. "I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't stopped talking to you," Cait said softly. "I'm sorry."

Draco reached up and traced a finger down her cheek while he stared into her teal eyes. "There is nothing to be sorry about." He replied kissing the top of her head.

Cait snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his chest. She closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.