Mary Jane and the Slytherin Prince

16 - The kiss

I sat in the great hall, studying potions. The image of Mary falling 60 feet off her broomstick the previous practise replayed in my mind, over and over again. It was tiresome. I could barely focus on the work I was supposed to be doing. They said she would be fine, and out of the infirmary soon. But it was a nasty fall, and she ended up with a broken wrist and fractured skull. Though, it was nothing madam pomfrey couldn’t fix. At Least, that’s what she told us. 
I slaved over my homework, trying to rack my brain for what a wolfsbane potion was used for. Snape had given us a review of the first 5 years of classes, and I couldn't remember anything. Our OWL’s were coming up in about 2 months or so, and teachers were over the top in assignments. Not to mention the added pressure of Umbridge and her inquisitorial squad. Mj and I had joined it to keep our parents off our backs, but honestly, the things she makes us do. The toad has some serious issues.
“Hey Dray.” A girl called, her words drawn out.
I snapped around, praying to see Mary skipping towards me. But instead, I saw another familiar face.
“Hey pansy.” I said kindly.
To be honest, i was disappointed to see her. I wanted to see Mary, but you know, I wasn't allowed to visit during study hours.
“How are you? I heard quidditch practice was crazy yesterday!” She hummed.
“Yeah… I guess you could say that.” I said, my words shaky.
Of course she had to bring it up. She frowned, and looked at me.
“Come on, dray. Cheer up! She’ll be okay.” She said.
This optimistic side of pansy was unusual for her. I eyed her for a second.
“Please, Pansy, just go away. I’m trying to study.” I whispered, sounding quite depressed.
Once again, she frowned. 
“Come on dray. I’m just trying to check up on you. You’ve been so distant from me lately.” She whispered, sounding as kind as she possibly could.
“Oh I wonder why.” I hissed sarcastically.
“Come on, dray. I’m a changed girl. New year, new me. Please. Besides, we are friends.” She smiled.
I sighed out of desperation, and began to give up.
“Fine, but only a little bit. Why don’t you study along with me. We both know you could use the practice.” I said reluctantly.
“Yay! What are we studying?” She hummed, pulling her bag up to the table.
“Potions.” I said.
She huffed and slammed her book onto the table. The long slytherin table shook along with the loud bang, and I looked at her. People turned and looked towards us as she began to flip the pages in her textbook, unaware of the eyes on her back. I smiled at them, and waved, causing them to turn back around. 
“Could you be any louder?” I whispered, leaning in to her ear.
“Oh no, I could. I’m just choosing not to be.” She said back.
“That’s likely.” I mumbled.
She turned to look at me and gave me a worried look. Noticing her eyes, I turned to look at her.
“What?” I questioned.
“Your voice sounds rather hoarse.” She said, fake worry in her eyes.
“So?” I asked.
“So, you should have some juice. Look, I'll pour you some pumpkin juice.” She smiled, getting to her feet.
“No, thank you. Really, I’m fine.” I said, pulling on her sleeve.
She stopped to look down at me. She placed a hand on her hip, and smiled.
“No, Draco, I insist. Trust me on this one.” She smiled.
I huffed, and looked back down at the quill in my hands. Slowly, I nodded and she skipped off to the nearest jug. I watched her pour the orange liquid into a bronze goblet. I decided to trust her, and began to scribble on my parchment once again. She skipped back over to my table and plopped down on the bench. 
“Here. Drink.” She said, pushing the goblet towards me.
I looked down into the contents of the goblet. It was, indeed, pumpkin juice. However, something about it was odd. The drink had a pinkish tint to it, and a slight glow.
“Why is it pink?” I asked, looking away from the drink and up at her.
She looked embarrassed for a second, but opened her mouth to speak instead.
“It must be the lighting.” She said. 
Once more, I eyed her, wondering whether or not I should trust her. Neglecting all instincts that said otherwise, I grabbed the goblet and swished around the contents inside. Looking at her, I put the goblet to my lips, downing the liquid in one gulp. I felt it pour down my throat. I put the goblet down, and wiped my lips. I looked at her, a slight smirk creeping across her face. 
My heart turned, and I felt my face grow red. A tingling feeling burst into my chest as I looked into those black eyes. They were like deep, emotional pools. This feeling in my chest, I had felt it before. It was unnatural, yet calming. She grabbed my hand, and I didn't pull away. I allowed her to drag me to my feet, and out of the great hall, completely forgetting about our school supplies. My heart leapt as I held her hand in mine. Mary didn’t cross my mind once as Pansy led me down into the dungeons, and into the slytherin common room. I blushed furiously, as I looked into her eyes. They twinkled in the dimly lit common room. I hadn’t realized my surroundings until she sat me down on my soft bed and she sat next to me. For a moment, we stared into each other's sparkling eyes. 
Before I knew it, she pulled me into a passionate kiss. I shared the moment with her, my hand on her waist. My eyes closed, I went along with everything. Something inside me screamed that this wasn’t right. But that voice was drowned by another that told me that this was meant to be. That this was how it was supposed to be. My world spinned as she gently placed her soft hand on my cheek. But as the moment seemed like it couldn’t get anymore magical, a gasp broke through the room, breaking me away from Pansy.
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(A/N: I'm just a tad bit evil)