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Chapter 3: Sweet dreams
Chapter three: Sweet Dreams.
The rest of the meal was spent with sarcastic comments thrown back and forth between us, but there was no animosity in them anymore, it was more like two old bickering friends having a banter.
This left me in an entirely confused state as we made our way out of the kitchens, after having thanked the house elves, well only I did Malfoy simply rolled his eyes at me again.
“So…Now what?” He asked starring expectantly at me.
“I guess we take Slughorn’s advice and head for the room of requirement, at least there won’t be anyone starring at us there.” I answered, giving him a curious gaze as he fidgeted with his hair, running his hand through it over and over again, it surprised me that I had spent only a couple of hours stuck with him and I already knew when he was nervous.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” I asked annoyed as he messed with his hair, because I suddenly had an urge to touch it just to see if it felt as silky as it looked.
He turned away from me murmuring something inaudioable.
“Ieedtootothbatrom.” He mumbled.
“Just say it I can’t be that bad.” I snapped irritated with his childish attitude.
“I need to go to the bathroom!” he barked and I saw a rosy flush spread against his pale cheeks.
“Oh” was all I could say, embarrassing situation number one coming up, I thought sarcastically. “Well… I guess we should… go.”
He nodded and I noticed his blush grow darker.
“You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before Malfoy” I commented trying to lighten the mood as we made our way to the nearest bathroom.
“Yeah well, don’t get used to it I’m just not too comfortable with the idea of you being there while I piss.” He answered the flush receding slightly.
“Check if it’s empty” I urged once we reached the boys bathroom; he stuck his head in then motioned for me to follow him.
He stepped into a cubicle and I stood as close to the door as I could, a sore tug on my chest even with that short distance.
“Could you hurry up” I demanded feeling very uncomfortable.
“Shut up Granger” he retorted brusquely.
A couple of minutes later, I heard the flush of water through the ancient pluming of the castle and Malfoy stepped out of the cubicle a dignified look on his face that made me giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked raising one of his perfectly arched eyebrows.
I shook my head trying to stifle another giggle.
“You sure you don’t want to go?” he asked smirking.
“Here?” My laughter suddenly gone.
“Might as well get it over with now that we’re here.” His stupid smirk growing wider.
I thought about it for a second I did want to go but then the idea of Malfoy standing outside the door as I did was not too appealing.
“Anytime in this century Granger”
“Fine” I answered pulling open one of the cubicle doors and stepping inside.
I wriggled on the toilet seat, I simply couldn’t go I felt the urge but knowing that Malfoy was standing outside made me nervous.
“I don’t have all day Granger!” Malfoy scowled pounding lightly on the door.
“Shut up Malfoy, I can’t concentrate.” I called back only to hear his deep laugh in response, that wasn’t much help as it gave me a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach almost like a fluttering.
“Would you like me to sing to you I’ve heard it helps” he added in a mocking voice.
“Just shut up” I repeated.
“Fin-” his retort was cut off by the sound of the heavy bathroom door creaking open, I felt my shoulders grow rigid as I heard Malfoy’s soft hiss through the thin wooded door of my cubicle.
“Malfoy?” a very, very familiar voice questioned and I felt my heart miss a couple of beats as it flew to my throat.
“Weasley” I heard Malfoy drawl.
“Who were you talking to?” Ron’s frosty voice spread through the room.
“None of your business Weasel.”
“I could have sworn I heard Hermione’s voice in here” Ron persisted.
“Unless you haven’t noticed this is a boys bathroom, I very much doubt you little girlfriend would come in here Weasel.”
Ron didn’t answer and I breathed a sigh of relief thinking he had gone.
“I know I’m incredibly attractive Weasley but you’re not my type, now either you use the bathroom or get out, your polluting my atmosphere.” Malfoy said condescendingly.
“Shut the fuck up, ferret face.” I heard Ron growl at him before the sound of the slamming door echoed against the ancient stone walls.
I allowed a sigh of relief to flow through my lips as I hurriedly stood up fixing my skirt before throwing the door open.
“About time.” Malfoy grunted following me to the sinks.
“Thanks” I mumbled over the rush of water through the pipes.
“For what?” he asked feigning ignorance.
“For not telling Ron anything.” I answered as I reached for a towel to dry my dripping hands.
“Whatever, we wouldn’t want your boyfriend weasel to think you where cheating on him with me.” He peered out the door to make sure no one was in the hall.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I muttered as we walked side-by-side towards the room of requirement.
“Whatever, Granger” he brush off my comment his hand reaching for my wrist and pulling me closer.
I raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, “Don’t get too excited, it’s called self-preservation.” He mumbled as we made our way down the quiet hallway.
The room that appeared after we walked the required three paces in front of the room of requirement, was a mixture of what I was sure were left over’s from the common rooms of all four houses, there was a large overstuffed red couch I recognized from a couple of years back at my own Gryffindor common room, two elegant, green velvet arm chairs, yellow and black embroidered throw rugs, midnight blue curtains. Along with other pieces of mismatched furniture an ancient looking coffee table with a scrubbed surface, large sturdy book cases overflowing with books of all possible sizes. Tall intriquette lamps and a warm blazing fire giving it the over-all look of hominess.
“Well I guess it could have been worse.”Malfoy remarked after he finished inspecting the large room, pulling me inside until we were both sitting on the couch, were we found both of our school bags.
I was feeling more than slightly nervous, at the sudden camaraderie that had developed in the few short hours that had passed, how could it be possible that once we both made an effort to put aside our differences we got along so well, sure there was still a slight undercurrent of hostility, but I was sure it was due more to the fact that neither of us knew where we stood at the moment than to any particular bone-deep bête-noir.
We had suddenly been pushed from our own save havens of having to hate each other, into an unstable and unfamiliar ground where we were faced with the fact that maybe, just maybe under very different circumstances of fate and chance we could have been friends…or maybe more a tiny little voice piped up in the back of my mind but I allowed it no room to grow.
"I think I’ll work on some of my due work for next week.” I informed him pulling some of my heavier books out of my bag.
“Do you do anything other than study, Granger?” he asked lounging on the couch as I settled on the floor immediately beneath him, using my wand to move the heavy coffee table closer.
“I unlike you like to keep up with my required work for classes Malfoy.” I replied arranging several books on the scrubbed surface of the table.
“Who says I don’t like school work, all I’m saying is that you should try having some fun once in a while, it wouldn’t hurt.”I watched him from the corner of my eye as he folded his hands behind his head, closing his eyes and settling lower into the couch.
I allowed my eyes to run over his features for a second, seeing for the first time, how smooth his skin truly was and so fair that it actually looked like porcelain, I noticed that he had the longest eye lashes I had ever seen in a guy even if they were only a shade darker than his pale blond hair, his nose was straight and aristocratic, his chin elegantly pointed and his lips rosy and full.
He sighed as if in deep sleep and I immediately turned back to my work.
“Oh yes because doing nothing but criticize and torment kids younger than myself is so incredibly fun.” I answered allowing a sarcastic edge to my voice.
“You have no I idea how much.” He chuckled; a deep throaty sound that made an inappropriate blush to rush across my cheeks.
What in the name of Merlin’s baggy trousers was wrong with me? I was supposed to be immune to the supposed Malfoy charm all the other girls gossiped so much about.
He couldn’t possibly be making me feel so inadequate with myself and inadequate I felt for suddenly I found myself noticing that my skirt was much too long, my hair was a mess of uncontrollable curls, my hands were smudged with ink as per usual and for the life of me I couldn’t even remember if I owned such a thing as lip gloss.
As I mentally scowled myself for allowing such frivolous thoughts into my head, I began to think that he had fallen asleep for I could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.
“But seriously Granger don’t you do anything else; like, I don’t know sneak out with your boyfriend and break a couple of rules just for the sake of fun?” he inquired making me jump slightly and I immediately began to scribble on my scroll of parchment least I allow him to see how flustered he was making me without even trying.
“I’m head girl Malfoy; I’m supposed to uphold the rules not break them.” I answered trying for an offhand tone.
“Come on Granger…I could teach you if want.” I could hear the concealed laughter in his voice; I turned around to tell him where exactly he could stuff his unnecessary help only to find his face inches away from my own, he was so close that I could feel the warm puffs of his breath against my skin making small rivulets of heat travel along my skin and settle deep below in my abdomen. I could see the light gray twinkle of mischief in his eyes darken and change into something completely different, something I didn’t dare try and distinguish.
I sensed more than saw as he began to lean towards me, I was unable to tear my eyes from his and I felt my body stiffen.
His eyes of molten silver stared into mine for what could have been hours, I could feel the heat of his body seep into mine as I watched transfixed, how his pink tongue brushed against his lower lip before he parted them.
“Has anyone ever told you…that your eyes…” he began to ask, the huskiness in his voice making my chest tighten in a very pleasant way, “are way to too big for your face?”
I stared at him blankly trying to take in his words through the haze of my mind his lips pulling into a huge smirk as he watched my expression change from one of awe, to blinding fury.
“YOU ARE SUCH A BASTARD!” I screamed punching him on the chest, as he rolled on the couch with laughter.
I could feel my face burning red, furious at the fact that I had actually fallen for such a stupid joke.
Livid I jumped on the couch pounding every inch of him I could reach until he finally stopped laughing, he grabbed both my arms by the wrist as I aimed a couple more punches to his shoulder, with the agility only a seeker could be capable of he turned me around so that he had me pinned against the couch his body on top of mine, his long fingered hands tight on my wrist as he held them over my head.
I squirmed and kicked under him, until he was using his whole body to press me against the couch keeping me immobile.
“What is your fucking problem, Granger?” he grunted, his face inches from my own.
“You are my problem Malfoy, now get off me!” I bit back trying to push him off me even though I knew it was useless, since he was heavier and stronger them me.
“Stop it!” he barked.
“Urrgg!” I exclaimed frustrated but finally stopped moving, I was breathing heavily my chest rising and falling rapidly against his.
“That’s better.” He laughed I only huffed but didn’t move I concentrated on my breathing trying to regain the logic and calmness that had so blatantly escaped me.
When I finally felt as if I could compose a coherent sentence without screaming I opened my eyes, to find him still on top of me.
“Get off me Malfoy” I snarled slightly more calm this time.
“Tsk tsk Granger what sort of manners are those.” He clicked his tongue at me his body still pressed against mine; he seemed very comfortable as if our current position was an everyday thing.
“Get the fuck off of me, Malfoy.” I answered I was not going to give him the pleasure of making me plea.
“Not until you say the magic word.” he taunted.
I shrugged indifferently I was not about to stand down for him after his stupid joke.
“Come on Granger I’m sure you know the word” he urged his hot breath hitting my neck I tried to ignore the Goosebumps that rose where his breath touched my skin.
I kept my mouth close turning my face from his, I was not going to give him the pleasure I was sure he would get bored soon enough without me uttering a single word.
I felt as he heaved a sigh his firm chest pressing against mine with the action.
“If that’s what you want” he muttered and before I had a chance to ask what he was talking about he rested his head on my chest his legs still intertwined with mine his hand still holding my wrists.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked bewildered, I felt my as my heart sped up at the contact and I was sure he could feel it beating against his cheek.
“I’m not getting off of you until you ask for it nicely, and since you seem determine to be utterly rude tonight, I guess will just have stay this way all night.” He answered without lifting his head from its current position.
“Malfoy get off me!” I shrieked trying to push him away.
“I will just as soon as you ask for it nicely.” He answered calmly, not moving even an inch from his position on top of me.
“This is bloody ridiculous” I mumbled to myself yet still determined to not yield to his stupid request.
“And your bloody stubborn” was his only reply.
An idea came to me as I lay underneath him, feeling his chest move along with the steady rhythm of his breathing; he would fall asleep sooner or later if I waited I would then be able to get away from the idiot without surrendering.
“Fine” I sighed relaxing my body, some of his hair fell across my face and I was able to smell the clean scent of his shampoo something like peppermint clean and rather spicy at the same time, the smell filled my lungs as my breathing began to match his, sometime later I felt as my eyelids began to grow heavy the soft sound of his breathing like a gentle lullaby in my ear and far off I heard the sound of his voice.
“Sweet dreams, Granger.”
A/N: Well there you have it chapter three i hope you all like it reviews are very welcome so please even if you don't like it review and tell me why, I'm almost finished with chapter four so wait for it.