I Knew You Weren't
Chapter Fourteen
Draco awoke to an empty bed. The thought worried him for a second, thinking maybe Kylie had regretted the night before. Maybe she's in the kitchen, he thought. He grabbed his pajama pants and slid them on as he made his way to the bedroom door.
But he heard no sounds coming from downstairs as he opened the door. Making his way to the kitchen, it was clear he was alone. He began to feel discouraged before two piles of books and a note on the table caught his eye.
For you.
Happy late Christmas.
-K xx
The Hobbit, 3 books titled The Lord of the Rings, and one titled The Silmarillion made up one pile, while the other contained Alice in Wonderland, Through The Looking Glass (or What Alice Saw There), and The Wizard of Oz.
A small smile formed on Draco face. Muggle books. Of course his Christmas present would be Muggle books.
Draco picked up The Hobbit and grabbed a danish off of the counter and went to make himself comfortable in front of the fireplace.
Meanwhile, Kylie made her way into the library and found the table her friends were sitting at.
She slung her bag over the back of her chair and groaned as she plopped down loudly into the seat (eliciting a glare from Hermione).
"You were supposed to be here an hour ago." Ginny stage-whispered.
"I'm having a bit of an existential crisis, so sorry I'm late." Kylie whispered back. "Why are we studying, anyways? It's Saturday and we haven't even had classes yet."
"NEWTs this year, remember? Why are you having a crisis?"
"D-"
"Don't you dare say Draco."
Kylie shrugged. "Then I can't tell you."
"Oh, Merlin, Ky. What now?"
Kylie noticed Neville and Luna giving them sideways glances, wanting to be in on the secret, but not wanting to say anything.
"Weeeellllll… I may or may not have messed up."
"You didn't. Kylie. Tell me you didn't."
"Maybe."
"Did what?" Neville finally interjected, putting his book down.
"She slept with him. AGAIN." Ginny groaned.
"Oh." Neville's face flushed. "Carry on, then." He fumbled with his book, trying to find where he had left off.
"No. I need input. Male and female. What do I do? I'm completely lost. I like him, like… a lot. But all this shit with his mum. I don't know what he wants."
"I think you're an idiot. But you know that." Ginny said, matter-of-factly.
"Then, I don't want your opinion. Neville?"
"Well. Uh. You know. I mean, Slytherin's, they, uh, they know what they want and they get it. If he wants you, he'll get you. If not, there's, uh, plenty of fish in the sea, as the saying goes. You should be with someone that, you know, sees your worth and doesn't care what others want."
"Thank you, Neville." Kylie winked. "Luna?" Kylie turned to Luna, ignoring Hermione clearing her throat in the background.
"I think it's romantic. He wants to defy the odds and his family, but doesn't know how. I think he loves you. He'll come around."
Hermione cleared her throat again.
"I'm sorry. Did you have something to say?" Kylie raised an eyebrow. She knew Hermione wasn't her greatest fan and couldn't wait to hear what she had to say.
"I think you're an idiot, as well. It's Malfoy. He's never going to change. He's going to do what benefits him and a relationship with someone like you doesn't benefit him."
"And what exactly is someone like me?"
Hermione sighed, slightly annoyed. "Oh, you know what I meant. You're different."
"Care to elaborate? You think people can't change? Is that why you're so angry? Maybe a certain boyfriend of yours isn't changing?"
Hermione opened her mouth but Ginny interjected.
"That's enough!" She said in a harsh whisper. "Both of you! Look, Ky. We are your friends. Most of us… and we don't want to see you get hurt. That's all." She glanced sideways at Neville. "There are much better choices for you. I'd even rather see you with my own brother…"
"The dead one? Thanks." Kylie rolled her eyes.
"No, actually. Charlie, if you must know."
Kylie laughed. "Ha! Charlie doesn't feel that way about me. Or any female."
"That's what you think." Ginny said under her breath.
"What?"
"Nothing. My point is, there are others should you decide to…take a swim."
"None of you are any help, whatsoever." Kylie picked her bag up and slung it over her shoulder.
"Because we aren't telling you what you want to hear? Typical." Ginny shook her head. "Do what you want. I'll be here to pick up the pieces."
Kylie stood up and gave a fake smile. "I have to go. Prefect meeting in an hour. Big surprises for everyone."
"Does it have to do with the letter you got from McGonagall over holiday?" Neville asked.
"You'll find out." She winked and walked out of the library.
Kylie walked through the portrait hole into her dorm to see Draco sitting in front of the fireplace, a glass of her scotch in one hand and a book in the other.
"Being productive, are we?" She asked, sitting her bag down in an armchair.
Draco held up The Hobbit. "Are you sure this guy is a Muggle?"
"Am I sure that JRR Tolkien is a Muggle? Ninety-nine percent sure. Why?"
"Maybe he's a squib. He speaks of wizards and elves and dragons, but not real wizards and elves."
Kylie took a seat next to Draco on the couch and he reached over and pulled her closer to him. "It's called imagination, Drake. Growing up, we know nothing of this world, obviously. But we dream of fairy tales and magic and mythical creatures. I need to get you a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales. In one of them, there's a fairy godmother. She uses magic to turn a pumpkin into a carriage…and animals into footmen…and changes a girl so she can meet a prince… it's incredible." Kylie had a dreamy look in her eyes. "And at the end, the girl's evil stepsisters cut off their toes and heels to try and fit in a glass slipper. And they get their eyes pecked out by ravens."
"Well, that's morbid." Draco took a small sip of scotch. "And fairies can't do that kind of magic."
Kylie chose to ignore the fairy comment. "It's morbid? You have a bedtime story about Death. And don't get me started on both versions of the Wizard and the Hopping Pot. Anti-muggle propaganda…yes, that's what helps me get to sleep at night."
Draco just laughed. "Looks like I have a lot to learn, then."
"A little more than a lot." Kylie winked.
Draco just shook his head and wrapped his arm rightly around Kylie, and in one swift movement, pulled her onto his lap. "You'll have to teach me."
"You planning on spending some time in my world, then?"
"I have a plan."
Draco leaned in to kiss her, but she dodged it.
"You have a plan. And what, pray tell, is this plan?"
"You will find out in due time. But it's a good one. I promise. I get what I want."
Kylie tried to stand up, but Draco pulled her back down.
"Not good enough."
"It involves you. And me. And getting what I want. Which is you. Can that be good enough for now?"
"It can be. But only for a bit. I'll need more than that soon." Draco grinned. "Until then… we just keep this between us."
Kylie poked out her bottom lip. "Drake."
"More fun that way, anyways. A secret between us. Stolen kisses in dark corridors…." Draco gave Kylie a small peck on the lips. "Maybe I pull you into a broom closet and ravage you…"
"Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." Kylie maneuvered herself to where she was straddling Draco's lap and he rested his hands on her waist.
"I'll take you right here. Don't tempt me." Draco gave an almost unnoticeable wink.
Kylie leaned forwards and pressed her lips to Draco's, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We have a meeting to get to."
"They can wait on us." Draco stood up, holding Kylie up and walked her over to the table. He sat her down and kissed her, snaking his hands up her skirt as her fingers tangled in his hair.
His fingers laced around the band of her panties and he pulled them down. Just as they reached her ankles, someone knocked on the portrait.
Draco groaned into Kylie's mouth. He pulled away with a grin plastered on his face. He pulled her panties the rest of the way off and shoved them into his pocket before sauntering over to the portrait.
"Draco!" Kylie exclaimed, jumping off of the table and pulling her skirt down.
"Shush!" he said, pushing over the portrait.
Blaise walked in and looked between the two. Between Draco's shit-eating grin and Kylie's red cheeks, he knew he had interrupted something.
"Getting ready for the meeting?" He asked, eyes twinkling with laughter.
"Shut up." Kylie mumbled. "I have to go change."
On her way up the stairs, she heard Blaise tell Draco, "I have an idea. I think I know how to work this out."
"Thank Merlin." Draco replied. "I was running out of ideas. I can't fuck this up any more."
"I know, man." Kylie heard Blaise clap Draco on the shoulder. "You'll get her."
She couldn't help but smile as she shut her bedroom door.
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