Chapter 8 : You're Mine
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I sighed deeply as I wake up. My head is resting on Draco's hard, yet comfortable chest. The memories of the night before flooded back to me and strangely enough I didn't regret a single thing that happened the night before. I liked Draco and I wasn't afraid of him knowing. But was still afraid of Bree knowing. That posed as a problem.
I felt Draco stir under me. He gently strokes my head. "Morning love." He says in a groggy, rough voice, which I find extremely attractive.
"Good morning." I said sweetly. "Last night was incredible."
"If you thought that was incredible wait until we go a bit farther, that will be outrageous." He smirked.
"Mmm, can't wait. " I said seductively as I kissed his chest.
"Oh babe, don't do that. You know how mad you drive me." Draco said.
"No I don't know." I said innocently as I continued. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me on the mouth.
"You're such a tease." He whispered.
I bit my lip. "What ever do you mean?" I asked.
He shook his head and kissed me again. I kissed back. "How the hell am I supposed to focus on the game when my mind is going to be thinking about touching you the whole time?"
"Make it your motivation." I said. "If you win, you'll get to touch me. If you lose you don't."
"Well then I guess I'll be catching that Snitch first, huh?" Draco asked grinning.
"That's what I'd do if I was you." I smiled. Again our lips locked. A loud knock was on the door.
"Malfoy, Kern!!" Granger shouted.
"What,Granger?!" Draco shouted back.
"Get up you have a game to lose!" She said.
"I'm already up! And we're going to win today you bushy hair nuisance!"
I giggled at his choice of words. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I stopped laughing.
"Whatever." I heard Granger mutter before hearing her retreating footsteps.
"What was so funny?" He asked.
"You said 'nuisance'. Someone has been doing their reading." I laughed.
"I had to find some way to impress you, didn't I?" He ward chuckling.
"Big words don't impress me." I said. "Obviously that's why I like you." I chuckled.
Draco said nothing he just stared up at me with a frozen smile on his face. "What?" I asked.
"You-you like me?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, Blondie I do." I said.
"Oh. I like you too." He said.
"Really? I had no idea." I said sarcastically.
"Well, I did very good with hiding it huh?" He winked.
"So good." I whispered, leaning down and kissing him. A few minutes later, we finally got out of bed. We were getting dressed when Draco turned to me.
"Um...hey Rorie..." He said.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Do you maybe want to...I don't know wear my jersey?" He asked.
I smiled. "Don't you have to wear it?" I asked.
"I mean my old one." He said smiling back.
I nodded. "Yeah, I would love to wear your jersey." I said.
"Brilliant." He said handing it to me. I pulled it on. It was slightly too big, but it was comfortable.
"How do I look?" I asked doing a little twirl.
"Gorgeous." He said wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss on my lips.
Draco got dressed into his Quidditch robes. I admit he looked really good.
We walked downstairs to an empty common room. Then we walked out of it into the hall. Draco pulled me close again.
"I know you probably don't want me kissing you in public, so I'm gonna get my good luck kiss right now. He kissed me for a long time before pulling away."
"Good luck." I giggled. We walked to the Great Hall at seperate times so that no one suspected anything. I sat down next to Bree.
"Hey." I said.
"We need to talk." She said. My heart was racing, my stomache dropped.
"About what?" I asked.
Her face suddenly broke in a grin. "Last night Blaise finally kissed me!" She said.
"That's amazing!" I said, hiding my relief. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks." She said. "I was going to tell you last night, but you came to bed really late. And then you weren't there this morning."
"Early morning walk." I smiled.
"Oh. Hey, nice jersey." She said. "Getting into Quidditch spirit huh?" She laughed.
I forced a laugh. "Yep."
She looked me over and looked at the back of the jersey. "Malfoy's old jersey?!" She asked.
"Yeah." I said guility. "He gave it to me this morning, we ran into eachother. He asked me to wear it to show my support." I said.
She rolled her eyes. "Rorie, you're so naïve. Guys only give their jersey to either their girlfriends or girls that they're trying to get into bed."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's how it always is. But then again maybe he really does just want support. I heard he was with some slut last night."
"Oh?" I said trying not to sound interested.
"Yeah. Someone saw them snogging outside last night in the rain all muddy and stuff. And then they went back to his room. And I heard Granger walked in on them about to have sex." She continued.
"Wow." I said. "Um...so did she say who it was?"
Bree shook her head. "She says she doesn't want to sink down to the level of gossip so she won't divulge in the name."
I wanted to hug Granger right now. She had really saved me. "Well, wasn't that nice of her." I said.
Bree looked around. "I wonder who it is." Little did she know the person she was looking for was sitting right next to her.
I clapped and cheered loudly as Draco caught the Snitch before the Ravenclaw Seeker. I never really paid much attention to Quiddtich before today, but it was actually rather interesting. All the Slytherins were cheering loudly, and I heard talk of a party happening.
I was walking the halls with the rest of the Slytherins when I bumped into someone. "Hey, Rorie." He said.
It was Tristian. I smiled. "Hey yourself." I said. "How are you feeling after your team just lost to us?" I teased.
"I'm taking it pretty hard." He said jokingly. "Did you read through whole match?" He asked.
"Surprisingly no." I said. "I watched it all."
"Nice. So you headed to the party then?"
"Yeah. You should come." I said without thinking.
"A Ravenclaw at A Slytherin party after they just beat us in Quidditch? No thank you. It would just crush my spirits more." He winked.
I giggled. "Yeah, probably not the best idea."
"We'll hang out another time, yeah?" He said.
"Of course." I grinned. He bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek before walking away. I turned and saw Draco glaring after Tristian jealously. Great now I had some explaining to do.
I watched as that Tristian guy walked away from Rorie. My girl. I wasn't even sure if she was really mine, but after last night I considered her to be. You don't just do that with someone and then not be in some kind of relationship with them afterwards.
Yes, I know how hypocritical that sounds considering that's what I've been doing with other girls for so long, but Rorie isn't like those others girls. Shes not slutty. She's classy. And I want her all to myself.
I walked into the common room to hear cheers. I grinned at all of them as I made my way through the crowd. I had played a really spectacular game, all thanks to Rorie. Knowing she was watching me and knowing I'd get to touch her if I won was what made me play the way I did. Now if only I could do that every game we could win the Quidditch Cup.
I looked around for Rorie, she was in a corner, talking to Bree, so I didn't go over there. I waited patiently until Blaise came and pulled Bree away, no doubt for a snogging session.
When I was sure that Bree was out of sight, I walked over to Rorie. "Hey there Gorgeous."
"Well hello there Blondie." She smiled.
"I won the game." I said.
"I know." She said.
"So you know what that means then?" I asked taking a step closer to her.
She grinned. "Yeah, that means you play Hufflepuff next right?" She asked.
I was a little caught off guard by her answer. "Well, yes. But what else does it mean?"
"If you win the next one, you play Gryffindor?" She asked. It took me until then to realize she was teasing me. She knew exactly what I meant.
"You really are a tease." I whispered.
She smirked. "Again, what ever do you mean?"
"Let's get away from here." I said, putting my hands on her waist. Her eyes darted around looking for Bree.
"Rorie calm down, she's not around. She off somewhere with Blaise snogging." I assured her as I leaned down to kiss her. She leaned away.
"Not here in front of all of these people." She said.
"Okay let's go back to my room then. We'll have all the privacy we want."
"Okay." She smiled widely.
We reached my room and that's when I started collecting my reward for winning. I kissed her deeply, backing her up into the bed and gently pushing her down. She ran her fingers through my hair, smiling into the kiss.
I gently kissed down her neck and her breath hitched. I smirked into her neck as I continued my work on her, leaving my mark. Now everyone would know she was mine she belonged to me and no one else could have her.
I kissed her on the lips and then whispered. "You know you're mine now, don't you?"
She looked at me for a moment and smiled. "As long as you know that you're mine now. I don't want to see you talking to any sluts."
"Oh baby, I wouldn't even dream of talking to those girls. All I need is you." I kissed her again. She pulled away looking a tiny bit uncertain.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Um, will you be horribly mad at me if I say that we should...erm could keep this secret for awhile?" She asked quietly.
I sighed. "This is still about Bree isn't it? Why can't you just tell her you want to be with me?" I asked.
Rorie bit her lip. "Draco, you don't understand. Bree is like a sister to me. You have no idea all that she's done for me. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her."
I nodded. "Okay." I said. "But it's not going to be too long, right?"
"Of course not." She said. "Maybe a week to warm her up to the idea and then tell her. And I'm sure you can convince Blaise to ease her into the idea even more." She smiled.
Only then do I remember that Blaise didn't want me to be with Rorie. Getting him to ease Bree into this idea would be rather difficult. Maybe I'll convince Rorie to keep this secret a little longer so I can figure out what to do.
I forced a smile. "Um sure I could."
Rorie smiled even wider and kissed me. I'm gonna have a hard time explaining this to Blaise.
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