Hannah woke me up by pulling me out of bed. I hit the floor with a thump, and scrambled up. Nicole threw me a towel and robes.
"Get in the shower!" Nicole pushed me towards the bathroom.
Hannah held the bathroom door open. "Don't make us late from breakfast," she hissed jokingly.
I showered, dressed, and, coming out of the bathroom, rubbed my hair dry with a heated towel. I threw the towel on the floor, making a mental note to pick it up later, grabbed my hair wax off the table next to my bed and we all ran down the stairs to breakfast.
I walked into the Great Hall, Nicole and Hannah just ahead, pulling hair wax covered fingers through my short hair. We sat down at the Hufflepuff table and ate breakfast, laughing at each other's jokes.
It was clear to me that Hannah and Nicole were in a relationship. I'd ask them about it later.
Walking into Defence Against the Dark Arts, my first class, I sat down on the table next to the one Hannah and Nicole shared at the back of the class. Draco walked down the stairs from his office, catching my eyes as he did. I smiled inside.
The lesson went unfortunately fast. Especially after he slipped a note to me whilst walking round. On our way to Transfiguration I read it.
My office. Lunch. D.M. Simple but effective. Was I going to be there? Yes I most certainly was.
I couldn't wait for lunch, so, of course, the lessons up until went death-teasingly slow. I dismissed myself from Hannah and Nicole and restrained myself from running to his office.
He smiled as he opened the door wide. His office, I noticed as I walked in, was covered in green furnishings, broken with thin silver lines. A little wooden table sat in the middle of the room, with two beckoning chairs facing each other around it.
Draco shut the door and gestured towards one. I sat down in one of the most comfortable chairs ever made. I noticed Draco had loosed his tie and undone his top button on his suit, so I loosed my tie, top button already undone.
The table was covered in dainty, exquisite sandwiches; cream filled scones; and a pot of what smelled like hot chocolate.
"Drink?" He asked, picking up the pot. "It's hot chocolate." I was correct in my judgement. I nodded. "How was your day?"
I rolled my eyes and picked up a sandwich. "Boring. Apart from your lesson. Nice teaching, by the way." I reached for another sandwich as I asked, "How was yours?"
"Incredibly repetitive," He brushed my hand as I went for another sandwich, reaching for one himself. He looked at me. Tearing his eyes away, he said, "I had one third year class, the other three were first years. So many questions. 'What's a Death Eater really like?', 'How was Voldemort destroyed?', and the most annoying 'Ever used an Unforgiveable, Sir?'" I waited for an answer. He sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. But it never hit anyone." He looked sad. "I had one hit me once. The Dark Lord's idea of fun. Crucio everyone. Agony."
I took his hand. Stroking it I waited till he was feeling better. I rolled up my sleeves suddenly realising how hot it had got. As if on impulse he did the same. My eyes fell to his left arm, the Dark Mark, peeping round the turn of his arm. He followed my gaze, and turned his arm so I could see all of it.
"Hideous, isn't it?" He almost spat the word out. I shook my head and traced the mark. Such a turn on. Wait. 'What was that? He's a Professor,' my head told me. 'So?' My heart replied. 'It is.'
I left not long after that. I could feel my pulse racing and my pupils dilating. I shook my head to try and clear it. All I could see was his eyes. His beautiful grey with blue flecked eyes. I could feel his skin on my finger where I traced the lines of his mark.
Draco Malfoy. Bad had never looked so good.
But then again he wasn't completely bad.
He had left just before the end of the war to join the good side.
Fighting for us, not against.