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30. "Go on a date with me."

That morning, Sophia woke up with her back against Draco's bare chest and with his arms wrapped around her waist and torso. The window Sophia was facing had drapes that seemed to be too thin because the sun seeped in and disrupted her from her sleep. Turning away was not an option, because if she did she would be faced with Draco Malfoy, and she was not ready for that that early in the morning.

With no other option, she slipped out of his arms carefuly and picked her wand off of the side table.

"The walk of shame so soon?" Draco's voice rung in her ears like a melody. She loved hearing his voice, especially in the morning when it was rough and coarse. She could have gotten drunk off just listening to him talk. She hated that he had that power over her. She would never let him know just how much she liked being around him.

"There's no shame here," Sophia walked towards the full-sized mirror on the other side of the room and began combing her hair out with her fingers to make sure it wasn't unhinged in the case of bumping into someone on her way out. Draco sat up on his bed and smirked as he watched her from behind, paying special attention to her behind.

"Aren't you at least going to give me a kiss before you leave?" Draco pouted.

"No."

"Just a little peck?"

"No."

Draco threw one of the decorative silver pillows from his bed towards her, hitting her directly in the face as she turned around to leave.

"Hey!"

Draco winced. "I was aiming for your back."

"I can tell why you're not a chaser," Sophia tossed the pillow back onto the bed. 

"I could be a chaser if I wanted to," Draco defended himself. "I just prefer being seeker because I like being the star."

"Right, how can I think for even a second that Draco Malfoy can be anything but the centre of attention at all times," Sophia rolled her eyes.

"Just giving the people what they want," Draco shrugged and lifted the dark green covers of his bed. 

"The people?"

Draco got out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom. "Yeah, the hundreds of girls that wish they could be in your position."

He walked in, leaving the door open behind him, and picked out his towel from where it hung in the pearly white bathroom.

"And just why would anyone want to be in my position? What does that even mean?" Sophia laughed in disbelief at his arrogance. How could someone's ego be this large?

"You're sleeping with me aren't you?" Draco began to take off his pants, Sophia looked at the door on her left, she didn't want him to think she was squirmish around him but didn't want to be caught looking at him for too long.

In the periphery of her vision, she saw outlines of his bare body, only covered by his black boxers.

Get a hold of yourself, Sophia!

"We aren't sleeping together, Malfoy," Sophia made sure to use his last name. "The word sleeping implies that it's going to happen again. We slept together. Past tense."

Draco walked toward's Sophia, his towel in his hand. She stiffened and looked at the door with more concentration.

"So you're saying that it won't happen again?"

Sophia uttered no words.

His hand hovered over her neck as he moved away a strand of her hair to expose her neck completely to him.