Where The Beginning Of The End Begun
Chapter 8-
"The Yule Ball." Professor McGonagall states as soon as we're all sitting down.
"The what ball?" Aibhilin mumbles to me. I shrug at her.
"Has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, since its inception." McGonagall carries on as she stands in the middle of the room. "On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity. As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you, to put your best foot forward and I mean this literally because… The Yule Ball, is first and foremost, a dance."
"A dance? Really?" Aibhilin complains. I roll my eyes at her.
"What are you complaining about? We both already know how to dance." I tell her.
It is mandatory for children from wealthy pure-blood families to learn traditional dancing so I'm really not that bothered about this ball.
"Yes I know that but you know I don't like dancing." Not liking to dance is an understatement for Aibhilin. She genuinely despises it. Ever since she fell when doing a spin a few years ago.
"Suck it up love." I say bluntly.
"Silence." McGonagall holds up her hands to stop all of the whispers and complaints. "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons. Now to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight. Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance… Mr Weasley."
McGonagall makes her way over to Ron who looks awfully scared.
"Yes?" He mumbles.
"Will you join me please." McGonagall outstretches her hand and grabs Ron by his jumper, pulling him onto the floor.
"Now, place your right hand on my waist."
"Where?" he asks in surprise. I giggle at his immaturity.
"My waist." She tells him again.
A wolf whistle comes from one of the boys, followed by the rest of them laughing as Professor McGonagall prepares to dance with an unwilling Ron.
"Mr Filch if you please." Filch puts on the record and a traditional dancing song starts to play.
"1,2,3…1,2,3…1,2,3" McGonagall counts as she dances with Ron.
I bite my lip to hold back my laugh at the sight.
"Everybody come together." I stand up with the other girls. Aibhilin groans so I yank her up whilst the boys just stay seated. "Boys, on your feet!"
The boys finally decide to stand up, much to their dismay and my hand is immediately taken by someone.
"Let's dance Blakewood." Fred says with a smirk. I laugh and place my hand on his shoulder as he places his on my waist.
We join the other pairs and we begin to dance to the music.
"I didn't know that you could dance Freddy." I say in a shocked voice.
"You'd be amazed by my skills." He says in return. As we spin around I catch sight of Aibhilin dancing with Seamus and I smile at her. She just glares back at me, obviously not enjoying this.
"And switch partners!" McGonagall shouts.
"Bye-bye Blakewood." Fred winks as I spin into Dean Thomas' arms. I smile at him and we continue the dance.
I sigh as I walk out of Transfiguration. It went better than I had expected it to. I was dreading doing a presentation for it but the papers that Cedric gave me helped loads.
Now on to a studying period…with Snape. Oh joy.
I walk into the Great Hall and make my way over to the Gryffindor table, sitting across from Hermione, Ron and Harry. They greet me with nods and I give them a small smile, taking out my books and quill.
"This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." Ron says after a while. Professor Snape comes over and shoves his head, making Ron wince.
I shake my head and continue writing. I only have a bit more to go and then I'll be finished, thankfully.
"Well, us and Neville." Ron carries on.
"Yeah but if he can't get anyone, he can take himself." Harry laughs.
I roll my eyes at them and try to concentrate on my last sentence.
I look up, feeling the burn of someone's stare. I meet Draco's eyes and then I meet Shauna's, who couldn't be any closer to him if she tried.
Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. I chant over and over again in my head. Turning back to my book, I start writing again.
But, the burning is still there. I grit my teeth and look at Draco again.
'Piss off.' I mouth at him. He shakes his head and starts writing on a bit of paper, before whispering a spell and making the words appear in my book.
'No. You've been ignoring me and we need to talk.' I shake my head at the words before quickly finishing my notes and slamming the book closed.
I get up and walk over to Snape. He raises an eyebrow and I give him my book.
When I start walking away I see Draco getting up to give his book in and I speed up my pace. I look back and see Shauna's pouty face as she watches Draco leave.
"Blakewood!" He shouts after we've left the Great Hall. I don't turn around and instead keep walking through the deserted corridors.
"Magenta!" He calls after a while. He never calls me by my first name so I finally stop.
"What?" I bark at him.
"Bloody hell. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were on the verge of running there." He smirks.
"Believe me, I was." I drawl out.
"Then why did you stop?" He asks.
"To save you the embarrassment of being outrun by me. Now, what is it?"
"I'm going to ignore the fact that you just stupidly implied that you're faster than me and instead ask why you've been ignoring me." He walks to the wall and leans against it. "I mean, it's really hurting my feelings." He smirks a bit.
Hurt his feelings my arse.
"I've been ignoring you because you're always with…Shauna. And I hate her because she's a bitch. And I hate you because you agreed with me about her being a bitch, which makes you a hypocrite." I turn to walk away but then stop and turn to face him again. "And a prick. I'm not friends with pricks."
I start to walk away but he runs to stand in front of me.
"That's not true. You're friends with Potter." He spits out.
"Harry isn't a prick, despite what you may think."
I think for a moment before slapping him.
"What the fuck was that for?" He complains, touching his cheek.
"For accusing me of shagging Harry, you slimy little bastard."
He becomes serious again.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?" I ask confused.
"Shagging the golden boy." He says bluntly. I make to slap him again but he grabs my wrist and squeezes it, making me yelp in pain.
"No." I spit at him. "And why do you care? I'm sure the only thing you should be worrying about is tending to Shauna's every bloody need."
"So this is about Shauna. Are you upset that I'm with her?" He asks, a small smile creeping onto his face.
"I'm not upset that you're with her. You can be with whoever you bloody like."
"What if I don't like being with her?" He asks as he moves closer to me.
"Then you shouldn't be with her." I say as I stare into his eyes.
He walks forward and I walk backwards until my back hits the wall.
Draco leans in closer, biting his lip. I lean up ever so slightly as my breathing starts to become heavy.
"You're right." He says, his lips centimetres away from mine. "I shouldn't be with Shauna. She's actually quite annoying anyway."
I nod, unable to form words.
"You have to promise me that you'll start talking to me again and I'll end it with her."
"I-I will." I stutter. He smirks and leans back, breaking the connection between us.
"Good. Then I shall see you tonight for potions practice." He winks and walks off down the hall.
He's done it again. How does he do that? Make me go weak-kneed for him. I would have happily kissed him right now. Even after all that he's done lately. I just forgot it all. I forgot everything.
"And then he just walked off." I finish telling Aibhilin. She props herself up on her elbow, turning her back to the fire that she has been laying in front of since we got to the common room.
"Oh my gods. That's so cute." She says.
"Cute? How is that in anyway cute? Now I have to start talking to him again and he wants to help me with potions tonight and he's probably just going to harass me." I pout.
"Oh you are such a liar M! You know as well as I do that you can't wait to go see Draco tonight." Aibhilin says whilst giving me an incredulous look.
I let out a small laugh.
"Maybe just a little bit…" I mumble. She smirks and then lies back down.
"Why do you do that? Lay in front of the fire, I mean. There's a couch you know, right here." I pat the space next to me.
"I just like being warm." Aibhilin replies, not opening her eyes. I shrug and watch a sad-looking Harry walk down the stairs from the boys dormitories. He's carrying the golden egg, like usual.
"Troubles?" I ask. He nods. "Join the club then." He walks over to the couch and sits down before laying his head in my lap.
I automatically start stroking his hair.
"What's got you so down Harry?" Aibhilin asks from her spot on the floor.
"This whole Yule Ball thing. I just can't find a date." He tells us.
"You? Not finding a date? How is that even possible?" Aibhilin wonders out loud.
I roll my eyes at her.
"You'll find someone Harry. You're great. Who wouldn't want to go with you?" I say, trying to comfort him.
"Well, would either of you go with me?" He asks.
"Magenta can't, she's going to end up going with M-"
"My secret date that you aren't supposed to know about." I say, trying to cover for myself.
Draco probably won't even ask me. Although, I kind of hope he does because I've already turned down three blokes for him.
"Aibhilin then?" Harry asks doubtfully.
"Actually…I've already been asked." She says quietly.
"By whom?!" I ask with wide eyes.
"Well he's my secret date as well so you can't know. And as for you Harry, if this lad hadn't already asked me I would've went with you in a heartbeat." Aibhilin tells Harry sympathetically.
"Come on Ron." I hear people say from the door. I turn to look and Harry sits up.
Ron looks bloody petrified and Ginny, along with a few other girls are helping him to walk.
"You…look like shit." I tell him bluntly.
Harry sends me a small glare as Aibhilin laughs a bit.
"What happened to you?" Harry asks him.
"He just asked Fleur Delacour out." Ginny tells us as she sits Ron down.
"What?" Hermione asks, appearing out of nowhere.
"What did she say?" Harry asks. Aibhilin and I join the small group crowded around Ron, who still hasn't said anything.
"Are you mad? Of course she said no." I say. It sounded harsher than I meant for it to be but I just thought that it was a stupid question.
Ron shakes his head looking as if he's about to be sick.
"She said yes." Hermione gasps.
"Don't be silly. There she was walking by…you know how I like it when they walk." Harry nods. "Couldn't help it. Just all slipped out." Ron finishes in a squeaky voice.
"Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening." Ginny tells us all.
"Then what happened?" Aibhilin asks.
"What else? I ran for it. I'm not cut out for this. I don't know what got into me." Ron mumbles.
"Sounds bloody traumatic…for Fleur." I say with a smirk as I head up the stairs.
"It was horrible for me too Blake!" Ron shouts as I laugh.
I hop up on the table and take out my potions book, flipping through the pages.
"I could attempt to make a laugh-inducing potion. It doesn't look that hard…" I trail off as Draco takes the book out of my hand and closes it. I raise a brow at him as he puts the book on the table and stands in between my legs.
"Shauna's old news now." He tells me, looking into my eyes. I stare straight back at him. Sitting on the desk puts me at the same height as him so I don't have to look up to see his gorgeous eyes that I love so much.
"She'll get over it, I'm sure." I say absent-mindedly. Draco gives me a disbelieving look.
"No one ever gets over me." He says in a stuck up way before smiling. At the sight of him smiling I start to smile.
"Could you be any further up your own arse?" I laugh.
"Probably." He says simply. He looks down for a moment before looking back at me.
"Go to the ball with me."
I narrow my eyes at him.
"Are you asking me or telling me?" I ask. Of course I'm thrilled that he wants to go with me but there are nicer ways of asking.
"Either way you don't have a choice." I shiver involuntarily at the possessiveness in his voice. For some reason, I love it.
"I don't know…I mean, I've already had some really good looking lads asking me." I tease with a smirk.
Draco gives me an incredulous look.
"Okay, ask nicely and I'll consider it." I say. He just glares at me again. So I raise an eyebrow, motioning for him to ask.
He rolls his eyes but asks anyway.
"Magenta, will you do me the honour of attending the ball with me as my date?" He asks, his voice like velvet. At this moment I'm quite glad that I'm sitting down because if I was standing up and he asked me then I probably would have fallen.
"I would love to." I smile at him. He grins and leans in but I move out of the way and instead place my book in front of my face so he ends up kissing it.
"You little minx." He shakes his head at me. I shrug and smirk.
"Back to potions."
My eyes widen as I watch Aibhilin hold up her dress.
"Oh my gods. It's stunning Ave!" I say as I look at the dress. It's a floor-length gown that would be horribly plain if it wasn't for it being a shimmery white colour.
"Thank you. I love it. My mum doesn't usually get dresses that I like or that suit me so I'm sure it was my dad that bought it. In all honesty I think he has better taste than my mum ever will." She tells me.
"I feel the need to touch it but I think I should wait until my nails have dried." I glance at the scarlet red polish that I charmed to paint my nails for me.
The door to the common room opens and in walks Hermione.
"Your dress is beautiful Aibhilin." She says as she sits down next to me.
"Thank you Hermione." Aibhilin smiles at her.
"Are the two of you going to start getting ready soon then?" Hermione asks.
"Not for a while." I tell her. She looks like she wants to say something but she remains quiet. "You're getting ready with us right Mione?
"Yes. But, ehm…It's going to sound silly but, Magenta, would you mind helping me?" She asks quietly. I give her a look and she quickly starts talking again. "It's just that you always look so amazing and I kind of want to impress my date tonight."
"Hermione, you don't need my help if you want to impress someone, you'll do that absolutely fine on your own but since I do enjoy all of this…of course I'll help you." I smile brightly at her.
"Thank you."
"Okay well, we've got about four hours right? So first things first, you need to go and shower. I'll see you when you get back." Hermione does as I have told her and walks away to have a shower.
"I'm going to need your expertise as well you know." Aibhilin says with a small pout.
"Anything for you my dear." I wink at her and she smiles.
I look at Hermione as she sits on a chair in our dormitory. I bite my lip and try to decide how I want to do her hair.
"Where's your dress?" I ask her.
"Oh it's in my trunk." I nod and walk over to her trunk, opening it and taking out the frilly pink/purple dress.
"This is lovely." I say as I examine it. After a moment of looking at the dress and back to Hermione I finally come to a decision. "Up. Definitely up."
I grab my wand from my pocket and murmur a spell that curls Hermione's hair perfectly. Putting my wand away I get to work on styling it.
I twist and pull her hair until I get it how I want it. When I'm finished all of her hair is up but there are a few curls that trail down her back. I also leave two bits at the front so that they frame her pretty face as well.
"Wow. Looking good Granger." Aibhilin says as she enters the room.
"And I've not even started on her makeup yet." I say, proud of the way Hermione's hair has turned out.
I put a small amount of makeup on Hermione, only highlighting her eyes and putting a pink gloss on her lips, considering she doesn't really need it and I tell her to go and put her dress and shoes on so I can see how it all looks.
When she has the dress on I gasp along with Aibhilin.
"What is it? Do I look horrid?" Hermione asks in a panic. I quickly shake my head.
"No of course not. You look absolutely breath-taking." I tell her truthfully.
She smiles and blushes.
"My turn." Aibhilin says quickly. I laugh and sit her down.
I leave Aibhilin's hair down, making it pin-straight instead of her usual waves. I make her eye-makeup quite dark and it makes her eyes even more electric looking than they usually do.
"I knew it. You look amazing in that dress. You're going to make your date's heart stop. Speaking of which, who is your date? Wait, who is yours Hermione?" I ask, finally realising that I don't know who either of them are going with.
"I told you it's a surprise." Aibhilin says, looking nervous.
"Ehm…mine is Viktor Krum." My jaw drops.
"Bloody hell Mione." Aibhilin mumbles.
"Okay well. I'm going to get myself ready and then we can go." I say, sitting down in the chair and taking out my wand again. I fix my dark brown curls to sit perfectly to one side before applying a shimmering gold colour to my eyes and making my long eyelashes darker than usual.
I consider adding lipstick but then decide against it.
I get up and walk to the box on my bed. I take the lid off and pull out the dress before slipping it on.
I look in the full-length mirror and I have to admit I look pretty fucking good.
The dress Aunt Rosalie designed is gorgeous. It's scarlet, so it matches my nails, it's floor-length and at the bottom there are a few layers of ruffles that aren't too big and it trails behind me ever so slightly. Up until the ruffles though, the dress is like a second skin and the sweetheart neckline leaves my shoulders and a good part of my back bare.
I go to my jewellery box and rummage through it before finding the perfect necklace. It's slightly chunky and it's made of diamonds. I put it on and admire it. As it's the only piece of jewellery I'm wearing it stands out and looks really good.
I slip on my silver heels and admire my reflection one more time before I descend the stairs to meet Aibhilin and Hermione in the common room.
When they turn around to look at me, their eyes widen. I blush and smile.
"This isn't fair. How is it possible for you to look so magnificent?" Aibhilin says dramatically. I roll my eyes at her.
"You look gorgeous Magenta." Hermione smiles at me.
"As do the two of you so let's go." I say walking towards the door.
We walk through the school until we arrive at the staircase leading to the Grand Hall.
"Don't you three look stunning!" Adelaide exclaims as she sees us.
She is on the arm of Aedan who looks very handsome in his dress robes. Adelaide of course looks nothing short of perfect with her hair in an elegant bun and her glittering cream-coloured dress hugging her curves.
They look like the perfect couple.
Behind her are Shauna and Belinda who are with two Slytherin boys that I don't really know. Shauna gives me a very dirty look and I return it.
"You two look amazing." I say.
"You look beautiful sis. As do the two of you." Aedan says.
"You don't look completely ugly so that's a first." Aibhilin says in a teasing tone. Her brother just laughs.
"I just knew that dress would look beautiful on you. It's like you were born to wear red." Adelaide says with a sigh. "Anyway, I shall see you later." She descends the stairs with Aedan.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about. You aren't anything special." Shauna scoffs as she walks by.
"And neither are you so stop acting like it you whore." Aibhilin retorts.
"You have a nice night too Shauna darling." I say sarcastically, resisting the urge to shove her down the stairs.
Belinda just walks by with her nose in the air like usual.
"I've always hated them." A voice says from behind us. We turn to see Blaise who looks even better than usual, dressed impeccably in his black dress robes. "You look stunning Aibhilin." He says. Aibhilin blushes furiously and I finally connect the dots.
"Your date is Blaise? And you didn't tell me?" I ask her.
"Sorry." She says sheepishly.
"Don't be too jealous Blakewood. You look gorgeous as well by the way." Blaise says, ignoring Hermione's presence like usual. "Shall we?" He holds his arm out to Aibhilin and she takes it.
I watch the two of them walk down the stairs together looking adorable.
I peak behind the wall and see Draco at the bottom of the staircase looking unbelievably good. My heart starts racing and I heat up knowing that he's mine tonight.
"Well, I'm going to head down now. My date's here." I tell Hermione.
"Who is it anyway?"
"Don't be angry." I say.
"Why would I be angry? It's not as if it's going to be Draco or anything." When she sees my look her eyes widen. "Draco? How did this even happen?" She asks.
"I'm actually not sure…but you aren't that bothered are you?"
She sighs.
"I suppose not. My hate for him shouldn't affect the way you feel about him." Hermione says.
"Thank you Mione." I hug her and kiss her cheek before heading down the stairs.
I take a deep breath when Draco looks up.
His eyes widen and he has a look of adoration in his eyes. Honestly, I feel like I'm the only one here under the heat of his gaze despite all of the other pretty girls around us.
When I reach him he clears his throat.
"You look exquisite Blakewood." He says, offering his arm.
"And you look incredibly handsome." I smile as I take his arm and we walk into the Great Hall.
We go to stand with the rest of the students and we are immediately met by Aibhilin, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco puts his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him and I blush.
The champions start to walk down the middle of the hall with their dates and we all clap. Draco, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle do so unwillingly though.
"I can't get over how good Hermione looks. You should do this professionally M." Aibhilin says as she stares at Hermione and Viktor.
"You did that?" Draco asks.
"Are you surprised?" I ask with a laugh.
"Of course not. If you can make yourself look even better than you always do then I have no doubt that you can do the same for someone else." He whispers.
I smile and turn my attention back to the champions and their partners. The music starts to play and they all start dancing. Some looking more awkward than others.
"Does Potter even know how to dance?" Draco asks, causing the other boys to laugh.
"He isn't that bad." I say, trying to defend Harry but he really can't dance.
We all clap again as Professor Dumbledore escorts Professor McGonagall onto the dance floor.
Eventually more and more people start to dance.
"Dance with me." I say to Draco. He makes a face and I sigh. "Fine, I'll just take Blaise. Aibhilin doesn't like dancing either."
Almost as soon as I say it Draco yanks me into his arms and we are joining the other couples in the dance.
I smile at him as we glide across the floor. When it comes to the lift he picks me up with ease and I land gracefully again.
"You were forced into dancing lessons as well, weren't you?" I ask.
"My mother's wishes." He says with a smirk. "Who forced you into it?"
"My mum and my aunt." I tell him simply. When it comes to switching partners, Draco spins me out of his arms unhappily.
I end up dancing with Cedric who looks more relaxed than he did when we first started.
"You're looking very beautiful tonight." He compliments me. I blush.
"Thank you. You look very dashing despite the fact that I can tell you aren't liking the dancing."
"Is it that obvious?"
I nod and smile.
"Well, I guess I'll be fine as long as I have a good partner." He laughs and so do I.
"Don't doubt yourself. You aren't that bad."
"Your faith in me is inspiring Gen."
I laugh quietly and after a moment, we switch partners again. This time, I end up with Harry.
"Looks like I'm getting to dance with all of the champions tonight." I say with a smirk.
"I can't believe you came here with Malfoy." He says, not amused. My face falls and I give him a sympathetic look.
"I would say I'm sorry but I'm really not. He asked me and I was always kind of hoping to go with him anyway." I say with a shrug.
"I just think that you can do better than him Magenta."
"I didn't know you thought so highly of me Harry."
"Of course I do. You're a good person. Malfoy isn't." He spins me and I land in Draco's arms again, thinking about what Harry said.
Am I a good person? I'd like to think so because everyone is always telling me that I am but maybe-like Draco said- underneath it all I'm cruel, like him.
"Potter just can't keep his disgusting half-blood hands off you, can he?" Draco asks with a disgusted look.
"Oh stop being so dramatic Malfoy." I say with a roll of my eyes.
"My feet hurt. I want to go to bed." Aibhilin complains as we sit down.
"At least you didn't fall this time." I say trying to make her feel better.
Aibhilin nods and shrugs.
"I have Blaise to thank for that. He's a very good dancer." She says with a bit of a smile. I smirk at her.
"Oh you two are perfect for each other." I sing-song to her.
"How did you get that from me complimenting his dancing skills?"
"Well it's because I just know these things. It's a gift really." I tease her.
"Some gift." She scoffs.
I see Draco and Blaise approaching and I smile at them.
"Where did you two run off to?" Aibhilin asks casually, taking a drink.
"I got dragged into dancing with Pansy." Draco answers. My face drops. "But it was horrendous and I would have much rather been dancing with you." Warmth floods through me as he smiles at me.
Oh how I love when he smiles. It's so bright and when it's directed at me, it's even better. It makes me feel like I'm sitting under the sun.
"This is all getting a bit shit. Come outside with me Blakewood." Draco offers me his hand and I shrug before taking it. "I'm sure you two can entertain each other."
Blaise and Aibhilin both glare and I laugh at the pair of them before walking outside with Draco.
When I walk outside the cold air hits my bare back and shoulders making me shiver.
I wrap my arms around myself for warmth and Draco notices so he takes off his coat and places it around me.
"Who knew you were such a gentleman." I say with false surprise.
"I was just raised right." He smirks.
"Well…for the most part." I tease.
"Oh ok, I guess I'll just take my coat back then…" He says, glaring playfully.
"No! Don't, it's keeping me warm." I say quietly whilst pulling the coat tighter around myself.
Draco goes to lean on the wall and I stand slightly away from him, examining my nails, pondering whether or not to ask the question that I want to.
I want to know if he really was with Shauna because of me. It's silly, of course, but I just feel like I need to know.
"Why were you with Shauna?" I ask quickly.
"Because of you." He says with a shrug.
"How so?"
"After I called you a blood-traitor and you slapped me I was humiliated but when I saw you walking off I felt…bad. That feeling overtook the humiliation and then you started ignoring me and I got pissed so I needed to find a way to get back at you. Shauna, was that way." He explains quietly.
So, Aibhilin was right. It was because of me.
I smile a bit and Draco gets off of the wall, walking towards me. As if it's a reflex I start walking backwards.
"What?" He asks, stopping for a moment.
"What do you mean 'what'?" I ask, slightly confused.
"You're nervous." He says with a smirk, walking closer to me again. I walk back until my back hits the cold, stone wall.
"I'm not nervous." I say. Although, my voice betrays me by coming out shaky.
He places both of his hands on my waist, pulling me close to him.
"Are you nervous now?" He asks.
"No."
He leans down, his lips so close to mine that I can almost taste his minty breath.
"Now?" He whispers, his breath hitting my lips. He stares into my eyes and I'm in a trance-like state again.
I nod my head.
He smirks before smashing his lips against mine.
I can't think about anything else other than the feel of his soft lips against mine. His hands tighten on my waist before they move to my hips, pulling me flush against him. The heat from his body and the kiss encircles me and I feel like I'm on fire.
My hands slide up to his broad shoulders before making their way up into his hair. I tangle my fingers in his white-blonde locks tightly.
He pulls away for a split second so that we can breathe before his lips are back on mine, his tongue licking my bottom lip asking for entrance. I grant it and his tongue slips inside of my mouth, exploring every inch of it.
"Ehm…" I hear a voice say. I pull my mouth away from Draco's, although my hands are still in his hair and his are still gripping my hips.
"Harry." I breathe out in surprise.
"Fuck off Potter." Draco growls at him.
"Right, sorry. I'll just leave you to it then…" Harry says awkwardly, walking away.
"Sorry Harry!" I call out after him, embarrassed that he saw that.
"You idiot!" I whack Draco in the arm repeatedly.
"Ow! What did I do?" He rubs his arm. I glare at him.
"You kissed me! Out here! Where anyone could have seen and oh wait a minute…Harry did see!" I put my face in my hands and give a small frustrated scream.
Oh for Merlin's sake. Why am getting so worked up about this? That kiss is what I've wanted for so long and it was worth the wait, because it was amazing. Now, I'm going to end up ruining everything because I care about what people think.
"You weren't complaining two bloody minutes ago, when you were kissing me back!" He shouts back at me.
My eyes widen and I take a step back. I've never heard Draco shout before. At least, not at me.
"Why do you feel the need to make a big deal out of everything?" He sneers at me.
"I do not." I say, trying my best to sound fierce, even though all I want to do is break down and cry at this horrible feeling of rejection.
"Yes you do. And why do you care that Saint Potter saw us? Why do you give a bloody fuck about what he thinks?" Draco growls, moving closer to me.
"I don't. I-I mean, I do but I don't know…we're friends." I say, feeling defeated.
This isn't right. I'm should be happy right now. Draco just kissed me and all I can do is worry about what fucking Harry Potter thinks. No. No, I refuse to let something stupid like that ruin this for me.
"I don't care what Harry thinks." My voice sounds stronger than I expected it to.
"No, I think you do. Because it always seems to come back to him."
"That isn't true."
"Yes. It is." He says, towering over me. I stand up straighter, not wanting to look as if I'm cowering in fear.
"It only comes back to him because you make it come back to him. You hate Harry because you're jealous of him. And apparently my being friends with him just isn't acceptable for you and you obviously think that I'm in love with him or something when I was quite clearly just snogging you. Not Harry. You. Because I wanted to."
"I'm not jealous of him. If you ever say that again, I will make you regret it." His voice is low and menacing. "You better fucking not be in love with him…because I want you all for myself."
I bite my lip and blush. Here comes the giddy excitement…he wants me. There is no such way to describe the amount of happiness that I feel in this moment. So I do the only thing I can think of.
I grab Draco's neck and yank him down so that our lips meet.
He immediately reacts by pulling me closer and I smile into the kiss.
After a while, I pull away. If anyone were to have seen us just there, I honestly wouldn't have given a shit.
"We need to get back." I whisper. He takes my hand and I walk back inside with him.
As we approach the table, Aibhilin and Blaise look up at us with raised brows.
"You were gone an awfully long time. Are you sure you got enough fresh air?" Blaise asks sarcastically.
"Bloody hell. You look like you just ran around the Quidditch pitch three times M." Aibhilin tells me. My eyes widen and I try my best to subtly fix my hair.
"I don't even want to know what you two were getting up to. I'm bloody shattered. Thank you for making the night bearable O'Malley." Blaise says placing a kiss on Aibhilin's hand.
"You're welcome." She sing-songs. Blaise rolls his eyes.
"You coming Draco?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'll catch up in a minute." Blaise nods and walks out of the Great Hall.
"Here." I say, handing Draco his coat. He takes it and smirks before pecking me on the lips and following after Blaise.
I turn around to face Aibhilin with a bright smile on my face. Her eyes are wide, obviously from witnessing what just took place in front of her.
"You have some explaining to do love." She says in an exasperated tone. I laugh and nod at her before we head back to the Gryffindor Common Room.