He's sitting here, his eyes on the green flames; he hasn't even heard me come in. I suppose that is to my advantage. I've gathered up everything I want to say to the blonde – haired god but as of now all I want is his lips on mine, to feel his fingers pulling at my red – brown hair. Shaking my head, I try to clear these thoughts from my mind; they only float towards the back. I walk up behind Draco, my hands sliding around his neck; I only mean to scare him a little. After all he does deserve it.
"Gah!" he exclaims as my cold hands meet the warm flesh around his throat.
Stepping back I allow him to stand, a smirk sliding over my mouth, "Did I scare you?"
"Perhaps. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off with Weasley?"
"I came to get a few things and to talk if you wanted."
"Well, I don't."
"That's a lie."
"It is not."
I am now standing in front of Draco, how I got there I know not. Without hesitation I crash my lips onto his. They are soft and feel so right under mine. His tongue traces my bottom lip and I open my mouth ever so slightly, letting him in. Draco's fingers are in my hair, crushing my face to his. Unable to breath but not wanting to break the kiss I battle with myself for a minute. Breathing wins.
Both of us breathing heavy, Draco touches his forehead to mine. Why did I ever think for a minute I could just come in here and talk to him? I suppose I hoped that I would simply be strong. Ha, I saw how that worked out.
"I'm sorry," I mumble once I've regained normal breathing.
"No. You don't have to be sorry," starts Draco, holding me close to his chest. "I should be sorry. I shouldn't have hit you. I was just so angry. If you're happy with Ron I should let you two alone. I just feel so empty without you around. I love you Bell."
A tear runs down my face. Only someone who truly loved me would say that, "Oh, Draco."
I collapse in his arms, wither it be from lack of sleep or the intensity of the moment I haven't the slightest clue but I know who I want to be with. He doesn't sit on the floor with me for hours while I sleep, he carries me up to his dormitory and lays me on his bed, his fingers running through my hair, his lips on my ear. I want to be with Draco Malfoy but then why do I feel so terrible about what this will do to Ron?
"What should I do?" questions Draco after a minute of quiet.
"You should kiss me again," I reply, looking up at him under my eye lashes.
Smirking, Draco pulls me closer to him, his lips on mine. We snog for a bit before I pull away, smiling like a fool.
"You are going to kill me," mumbles Draco, leaning in to kiss me yet again.
Putting a finger over his soft pink lips, "Not if I stay away then I won't be around to kill you."
"That would only make my condition worse."
"And what, may I ask, is your condition?"
"A love so strong for this girl; this girl I set so high above myself. She's the most amazing girl in the world so beautiful and strong, yet fragile. Guys would die to be with her but you see she chose me. I am so madly in love with her that even if I am away from her for a second of the day I feel as if my heart my be ripped from my chest," explains Draco, his fingers in my hair.
"Well this girl must be very special to you if you love her that much."
"Yes, ever so special."
"Well I wouldn't want to intrude and as it appears you've got eyes for no other but this girl I will be on my way," at this I stand and get off the bed.
Yet I am not able to even take a step before I feel Draco's hands on my waist, his arms snaking around me, pulling me back towards him.
"You didn't let me tell you who this girl is."
"And who it is; this all perfect girl, the one that has your heart in the palm of her hand?"
"You…it is you Isabelle Jo Black."
Blushing I kiss him lightly on the cheek. "I've missed your embrace."
"Hmm…" Draco says, his nose buried in my hair. "I've missed your lips; I've missed your smells, your laugh, the light that shines in your eyes, that smart ass smirk of yours. I've missed it all."
"How charming you are, Mr. Malfoy. I do believe that is what I've missed most about you; your charm and the way you talk about me as if I really am so much greater than all the rest."
"You are so much better than the rest," states Draco, with a smile.
Rolling my eye I get off the bed knowing I must go. Ronald will wonder where I've gone to as will Hermione and Harry and the rest of them that follow me wherever I go. With Draco that's different. I come and go as I please, not questions asked. "I'll see you later."
Nodding Draco follows me to the exit of the common room, kissing me before I disappear down the hall towards where Ron is. Oh, what the hell am I going to do?