OK, so let's continue, shall we? And no, the story about Harry's twin sister is not mine. I don't know if the writer of the story I mention is reading this, but you know who you are. You would've written a chapter about Valentine's Day. Thanks for reviewing, soccerisawesome19.

I took a few hours to work everything out in my head. Firstly, Draco had slipped me Veritaserum. Secondly, he had done so because he wanted to know my true feelings towards him. Thirdly, he had kissed me, probably meaning that he had affection for me. Finally...he'd done it. That one kiss had caused instant lust and strong liking to infuse and become even stronger. Meaning that I was truly in love with him. Although I was still mad at him, I knew that when I came out, he could make me throw myself at him if he wanted.

I supposed that was what I hated. The fact that my will wasn't as strong as his. I definitely had a softer heart, and it meant my fate was clear. Now I had to go and face him.

I wondered how long Veritaserum lasted. Well, I'd just have to test that.

I walked out of my room, and found Draco surfing the Internet on my laptop. At that moment, he was just looking at a video on YouTube, as usual. He'd found TheFineBros' account and was watching through a bunch of Teens React Videos. Right now, it was "Dumb Ways To Die". But the minute he heard my footsteps, he turned and stood up.

In my quietest voice, I said "Ask me what colour my laptop is."

Draco looked confused for a moment, and then realization came over his face. "What colour is your laptop?"

"Green." I lied easily. I smiled softly. "OK, so the Veritaserum seems to be out of my system. Now tell me...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? IF YOU WANT TO TELL ME SOMETHING, DO IT STRAIGHT!"

Draco scowled at me. "I should think I'd been making it pretty clear." he said pointedly. "Look at yourself now! Look at how you were last month! When I first saw you, you were just some weird dorky mental case..."

"Wow, thanks." I said sarcastically.

"But I got to know you better." Draco continued. "In fact, I'd say I brought out the real you. It was me who made you start being prettier. There's a reason why I got you to experiment different hairstyles. I still think you're weird, though. But I don't really mind. It's the least of your flaws. And you're not dorky any more. You're hot. And as for being a mental case...well, all Ravenclaws are. Besides, since you've been around me, you've been acting more and more like a girl I could actually like, maybe even love." A little smirk came over his face. "Of course, apart from anything else, my friends and family will approve of you, because you're a pureblood. Even if he was back, he might approve, that is if you stopped being a blood traitor."

I knew he was talking about Voldemort, I didn't need to ask. But I sighed. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

Draco paused before he answered. But then he said, "Yes, I am."

I thought it over, never taking my eyes off the boy standing in front of me. I had more to say than just a simple yes or no.

"I've known you for thirteen years, Draco." I told him. "I met your eleven-year-old self when I was five years old. Back then, I wondered if you were going to be nice to Harry. But then, I saw that you were...well, you. And I preferred Ron and Hermione straight away as friends. I didn't think about you again until I was seventeen last year, when I read a fanfic about you. It was one of those clichéd storylines – Harry's twin sister. Although she was a bit Mary-Sueish, I still liked her personality. She was smart, witty, ambitious, funny, loyal, determined, popular...and she slapped you the day you met on the train for being cruel to Harry. Then you apologized to her, and you two became friends. You'd do stuff like hang out in the common room, tease each other, and you didn't care in the least that her friends didn't like you. Then you started dating her in fourth year, and that's when it began. I reread everything about Harry and you, and your lives in the original books. And even before I began reading them, I read about the amazing Valentine's Day you set up for her." I looked at the floor. "I've wanted someone to feel enough affection for me to do that ever since."

Draco paused. Then he said "OK, then. What did I do in that story?"

I showed him the chapter. Draco scanned it. "Yeah, sounds like things I might do for a girl I loved. Wait, who are all these people that keep popping up apart from her Gryffindor friends and Blaise?"

"OCs." I explained. "There's a lot of them. She's got a rival who's an OC, and her best friends are too, mostly."

Draco turned to me and flashed me a charming smile. "So am I to assume you'd like me to start by leaving you a message in love language before you wake up and end by singing you to sleep?"

"Right." I scoffed. "You expect me to want all the exact same things? No, I wouldn't care what we'd do, as long as you cared about me the same way the you there cares about her. Do you?"

Draco paused. Then he smirked. "Come over here and I'll tell you exactly how much I care."

I felt nervous, but I obeyed. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear "I care so much that I'd do anything to make you smile, even using a Cheering Charm. I care so much that I'd always hold you when you cry, even though I've never been good with tears. I care so much that I'd go through the horrors of sixth and seventh year again if you wanted me to."

I didn't know what to say. Sure, my mind was made up now. But being so close to Draco was just making it hard to concentrate on anything but the tingles I felt and the nice sensation of having someone hold me. It was OK when I was in bed, because I didn't have to concentrate on anything else, but now I had a question to answer.

I think Draco realized that I couldn't concentrate on an answer while in such close proximity to him, because he unwrapped his arms and stood at arms length, his hands on my shoulders. "So, what's your answer?"

"Yes." I whispered softly. "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend if you really want me to be."

Draco pulled me closer again and gave me a soft sweet kiss that lingered on my lips. It made me want to beg him to kiss me again.

I hope I haven't just let him enslave me...

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