Chapter thirteen

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I reach the seventh floor about ten minutes later.

I start walking along, thinking that he isn't going to be here.

Then I see a patch of blonde hair leaning up against the wall. As I get closer he looks up at me and walks towards me.

"I didn't think you were coming." He said.

"I'm sorry, I tried to take a nap because I've been really tired and I slept too long." I say and he reaches for my hand.

"It's okay." He says taking my hand. "I want to show you something." He says walking towards the other end of the corridor.

"So you're still not sleeping then?" He asks.

"No not really." I respond before remembering something I was going to ask him.

"You weren't in Potions today." I say and he just says "I'm sick remember?" I laugh because it doesn't sound true but I just go along.

"Oh yeah. Right, I forgot. I hope you feel better." I respond laughing again.

"Where are we going?" And just as I ask he stops.

"Here." He says, facing the wall in front of him. I glance over at him, and he stares at the wall intently.

"We are visiting a wall. Okay Draco, maybe you really are sick." I say turning to walk away.

"No. Look." He says and I turn around reluctantly. Where there used to be a wall, was now a huge door.

He walks up and pulls open the door. He holds it open for me as I walk in.

The room inside looked similar to the Gryffindor common room, minus all of the scarlet and gold decor.

"What is this place?" I ask him sitting down on one of the couches.

"The room of requirement. I come here to think sometimes." He responds sitting down across from me in a chair.

"It's wonderful." I say looking around. Suddenly I remember why he told me to meet him here in the first place.

I turn to face him.

"Okay? So what is it you wanted to explain?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I wanted to tell you that when I said I didn't want a pure blood to go to waste, I wasn't meaning George. I was meaning that I didn't want to see a pure blood, like yourself" he motions towards me, "being with someone like Weasley, a blood traitor." He says spitting out the last words.

I glare at him.

"How did you know I was a pure blood?" I ask him, in a serious tone. He just grins and sits back in his chair.

"Now that is a whole other story." He says and I shrug my shoulders.

"I've got time." I respond and he laughs

"Alright Elizabeth. Here's a little story for you. My mother knows your mother. They used to be best friends. When your mother and my mother both got sorted into Slytherin, they became best friends. Yeah, I know about how all of your family has been in Slytherin." He says getting to his feet. "And that's why I think you should have been as well." He says taking a few steps towards me.

I stand up and walk towards him.

"No Draco. I'm where I belong. I didn't get put into Slytherin because I'm not like all of you. I don't think my blood is better just because it's pure." I yell at him turning to make my way to the door.

I can't believe I gave up sleep to be here, with him. I think of one last remark, knowing that it will make him angry.

I turn around.

"I still stand by what I said the other day. I would rather date any muggle-born or half blood then date someone like you who thinks their blood is better. That's why I like George, because he doesn't."

I say and begin to turn around before he grabs my hand. He turns me around to where I am facing him.

"I think you're lying." He says, grinning.
"And what do you think I'm lying about?" I ask him.

He begins backing me up until I feel the door touch my back.

He takes both of his hands and puts them on either side of my shoulders.

"I don't think you'd rather date a mudblood, over me. I think deep down, you think that blood should stay with blood." He says, leaning down where his face is inches from mine.

"I think that's why you're dating Weasley. Using him to distract yourself from how much you really want me." He says quietly, grinning at me.

"That's why you said yes when he asked you out." I stare up at him, contemplating his words.

Sure some of it was true, but the part about George, I wasn't sure of.

"And what if you're right?" I say to him and his grins at me, knowing he was right.

He leans down to where his nose is slightly touching mine.

"Then you're in for a whole lot of trouble." He says and with that, he kisses me.

My stomach does a back flip as I decide to kiss him back.

He takes his hands from the wall and places them on my hips.

I bring my hands to rest on his chest as he deepens the kiss. After what seems like eternity, he pulls back and I quietly gasp for air.

He slowly takes his hands off my hips and I take mine off his chest. He looks down at me and I look up at him.

Neither of us speak for awhile.

"We should get back." I say breaking the silence. He nods and I move from the door I was just pinned against.

He opens the door and I walk out with him following.

"If I really was right, you should break up with him. Because you've already got me." He says and I don't say anything.

I turn and begin walking quickly to my common room. The events of what just happened replaying in my head.

He just kissed me. And I kissed him back. George. I unintentionally start comparing Draco's kiss to George's.

Draco's seemed like it was full of fire, full of life. Whereas George's was more soft and careful.

I didn't know which one I liked more.

I reach the Gryffindor common room quicker then I thought and walked in after telling the password.

I was still grinning to myself when I walk into something, almost causing me to fall.

I catch myself and turn to see what it was I tripped on.

Nothing was there so I just shrug it off, thinking it's most likely just me.

I walk back up to my dormitory and lay in bed.

I think about Draco and what he said to me until I fall asleep.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was able to sleep all night without any disturbance.

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