Astoria’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She yawned and stretched before sitting up on her bed -
- or at least she tried to sit up on her bed before being startled by a deep voice in her ear and then promptly falling on the floor, tangled up in the bed sheets.
“My, my, a bit clumsy aren’t we?” said Draco Malfoy from his comfortable position on the bed.
Astoria simply blinked up at him in confusion. Then she remembered the events of last night and blushed furiously.
“You – you – we – bloody hell,” she cursed, taking her head in her hands.
“Yeah, that’s what you said last night too. You couldn’t believe I was so good - hey!”
Astoria had thrown the nearest object at Draco’s head – a vase. However, instead of it smashing against his head and possibly giving him a concussion like she wanted it to, he caught it easily in his hands.
“No need to get violent, darling.”
“Shut up,” muttered Astoria. She got up from her position on the floor, clutching the bed sheets around her, and rushed to the bathroom.
“Come on, it’s not like you’re naked!”
She threw a toothbrush at him.
What really happened that night was a sequence of events that was quite baffling...
“Bloody hell,” mumbled Astoria when they broke off the kiss.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Usually girls go ‘wow’, but that works too.”
She glared at him. “Why did you kiss me?”
“Well, I did tell you not to say that word again,” he replied, shrugging his broad shoulders. Truth was, he didn’t know why either.
“No, you dared me to say it again,” she corrected him.
“Ah, same thing. I was just trying to make you stop saying it,” he said, even though he knew it was a lame excuse. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he added with a smirk.
Astoria crossed her arms and raised her head defiantly. “No,” she replied. “I didn’t like it.”
The smirk slipped off Draco’s face. “You’re lying.”
She scoffed. “And why should I lie?”
“Because you like arguing with me,” he replied instantly. “And you would never admit that you liked kissing me.”
Is he a bloody Legilimens? Astoria wondered uneasily. However, she gave a sarcastic laugh. “Please, Malfoy. Just accept that you’re a bad kisser,” she teased, smirking at him.
“I’ll show you who’s a bad kisser.”
With that, Draco pulled her towards him and smashed his lips against hers, kissing her fiercely. His arms held her tightly against him as he moved his lips over hers, slowing down the pace when Astoria started kissing him back.
Astoria brought up her hands against his chest to push him away, but they seemed to move on their accord and wrapped around his neck instead.
“Change your mind yet?” Draco whispered against her lips.
“Nope,” replied Astoria.
“I’ll just have to try harder then.”
He walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit her bed. She gasped when they fell on the bed together, which was just what Draco wanted as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Oh, Merlin, was all Astoria could think. A small voice in the back of her mind was saying she should stop what she was doing but a part of her didn’t want to pay attention to it.
“Draco...Draco, we have to...” she weakly murmured against his lips.
He stopped kissing her, looking at her with surprised eyes. “That’s the first time you’ve called me Draco,” he breathed. He would’ve smiled if he wasn’t so shocked.
“Well...don’t get used to it,” said Astoria.
“Of course not,” said Draco, lying beside her. “Whenever I get used to something with you, you spring something new on me.”
“And the pot’s calling the kettle black,” she stated, rolling her eyes at him.
He chuckled. “Indeed.”
“Is...Draco Malfoy...agreeing with...me?” she asked between yawns. Her eyelids were getting heavier.
He nodded. “Go to sleep, Astoria.”
“Not when you’re...in the same...bed...” she retorted with her eyes closed.
Draco shook his head in amusement but she couldn’t see that. “Okay, I’ll leave.”
That bloody git didn’t leave! Astoria thought indignantly. She glanced at the mirror and groaned. Puffy lips, tangled hair, wrinkled clothes...and she was pretty sure there was a red mark on her neck too. At least he didn’t take advantage of me, she thought, slightly grateful that even though he could be perverted at times, he wasn’t all that bad.
Astoria washed her face and tried in vain to fix her hair. By the looks of things, she figured only a spell would be able to fix the bird’s nest on her head but her wand was in her bedroom, where Draco Malfoy was lounging on her bed.
She groaned. She couldn’t believe she had an intense snogging session with him last night. If she didn’t goad him on like that, then none of this might’ve happened.
It didn’t matter if she wanted it or not. She knew that he had no feelings for her and was only using her to get out of trouble. It was just a game to him where only he would be the winner. Astoria was just a simple pawn.
But what Astoria didn’t know was that the game sometimes changed.
Draco stared at the bathroom door, waiting for his ‘fiancée’ to get out.
Fiancée. The word sounded weird even inside his head.
At first, she was just someone he could use to get out of trouble. He knew he liked her from the beginning. She was witty, had a sarcastic sense of humour similar to his, always surprised him with her answers and was actually someone...interesting. Not only was her company more than tolerable to him, she was the perfect partner for his plan.
But did he like her more than just his partner in crime?
Draco couldn’t answer that, especially after last night. And it troubled him immensely.
Maybe it would’ve been easier if I knew if she liked me or not, thought Draco, glancing at the bathroom door for the umpteenth time.
The door finally opened and the woman occupying his thoughts walked out, the expression on her face unreadable.
“So...” Astoria started, trailing off.
“So...” mimicked Draco. He didn’t have any idea what to say to her either.
They were saved trying to make awkward conversation by a knock on the door. Astoria went to answer it and Draco followed behind her, hoping that if it was Richard then his presence would scare the bloke off.
Instead, it was none other than Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson.
“What a pleasant surprise! We came for holiday here and I saw your names at the reception desk and I just had to make sure. Isn’t this wonderful?” rambled Daphne. Clearly those lines were rehearsed. “Oh dear, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” she added in fake worry, looking pointedly at the couple’s dishevelled clothes.
Pansy Parkinson suddenly let out a shrill, unintelligible wail and ran off.
“Don’t mind her,” said Daphne. “She’s just upset seeing you two getting along so well. Anyways, get dressed and we’ll have breakfast together, okay? Cheers!”
Without waiting for a reply, she sashayed off.
Astoria and Draco simply looked at each other in utter bewilderment.
The game always changed.
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