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62. Smirk

He had planned to take a quick look at who entered his compartment but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the confident way she held her body, the way her smile turned into a smirk as she neared him, the way way her pale blue eyes shined against her olive skin, the way she whispered, "You're drooling Draco", before sitting down in front of him.

"No I wasn't, I was daydreaming about your sister," he snapped back, he hated the fact that not only had he been so bloody obvious, he had been caught by her. It put him in an extreme disadvantage because he was one of the few people who understood just how dangerous the youngest Greengrass could be when she wanted something. She'd been known to make Blaise quiver in his thousand pound loafers with just a look.

"Uh-huh," she said with the most delicious look on her face as she pulled something out of her bag. Draco wanted nothing more than to wipe that look off her face and he a few ideas how to do just that. He watched as she handed him a piece of parchment, "I believe this is what you wanted."

Grabbing the parchment out of her hand, he took a quick look at it and smirked before folding it up. Looking back up at her, he said, "Perfect. Thank you. If you ever need anything..."

"Speaking of that," she purred as she slowly got to her feet. "I would appreciate it if you stop lying to yourself."

"Lying about what, Asteria?" he replied getting to his feet, putting his body within centimeters of her. Enjoying the quick breath she took in response to his closeness. Maybe it wouldn't be as hard as he thought to put her back into her place.

But he enjoyed even more the soft choking she made as she tried to hold her own against him as she whispered, "Exactly who you want."

"And exactly who would that be?" he murmured, flicking his wand towards the entry to the compartment blacking out the windows. His eyes firmly on the delicious quiver her lips were starting to take. He wondered if they tasted as good as they looked at the moment.

"The person you want," she whispered causing Draco to smirk again as he saw the fear flood her eyes. "I'll see you around Draco," she added quickly, grabbing her bag and heading to the door.

She didn't get far, as he caught her arm and in one fluid motion tossed her bag aside as he pulled her into his body and took what was rightfully his: her lips. He took his time teasing her tasty lips to open to him, to allow him entrance before pulling away softy and whispering, "Asteria."

Picking up her bag he handed it back to her and watched her take the bag and run out of the compartment, leaving him smirking in her wake. And that's how Blaise found him moments later.

With his cool, unaffected disdain, Blaise asked as he joined Draco in the compartment, "Should I even ask why you look like a cat who got the canary?"

"Only if you want to part with your galleons now," Draco laughed taking a seat.

"I'm impressed," Blaise smirked taking a seat across from Draco. "Didn't see slap you four times last time you were in the same room together?"

"It was three."

"Still impressive. So what do you plan to do for an encore?"

"Do you think she would actually let me buy her a drink the next time we go to Hogsmeade?"

"Two hundred galleons that she will actually dump her drink on you."

"Oh ye of little faith."

"Oh ye of an absurd amount of arrogance. You have as good of a chance of getting Asteria Greengrass to date you as we have in getting Theo to tell Granger he is head over heals in love with her."

Draco thought for a moment and groaned, "I'm a dead man, aren't I?"

"Yes," Blaise drawled, studying his nails, "But not until after you pay up."