Chapter 36

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A week worth of sleeping in the Slytherin 5th year boy's dormitories was not ideal. Don't get me wrong, being curled up next to Draco was wonderful. Sharing stories and annoying Draco with Blaise was fun but I missed the Gryffindors. Ginny was eager to spend time with me during lessons and tried to convince me to return to the dormitories and very unGryffindor-like I refused in fear of the rest of our dorm. 

Meals had been isolating, Ginny could only spend so many breakfasts with me and away from her other friends and family. 

"Come on, sit with us," Blaise complained as we walked our way up to the Great hall. 

"Blaise," I sighed. Blaise didn't know when to give up. He'd been asking the same question every meal time since the first day. Was I even allowed to sit at the Slytherin table? The Slytherins would have an opinion, although, they wouldn't voice it because of Draco. The Gryffindors already dislike me.

"Come on, Ro," Draco smiled as he leaned down pecking my lips from where he had me tucked into his side. 
"Fine but if I get in trouble, I'm holding you two accountable."

Draco smiled while Blaise did a little happy dance before he pulled me from Draco's grip towards the Slytherin table. The Slytherins, the bane of my existence. They had dealt with my presence as much as I tolerated their taunts and comments. Pansy was still a present disaster, like a jealous pug, who thought Draco was her favourite ball. The pug-face cow needed to realise that he was my ball. 

"Aren't you going to eat anything?" Blaise grumbled through a mouthful of toast. 

I looked up to see everyone looking at me, most with disgust, "I'm not really that hungry." I barely managed to finish my sentence before the plate was being filled with buttered toast and bacon. I turned and followed the pale hands to look up at Draco, "Eat," he pointed at my food before starting to eat from his own plate. 

"I'm really not that hungry," I insisted as I looked over the food. 

Draco sighed before he placed his cutlery on the table and picked up the toast he had buttered for me and pushed it against my lips. Opening my mouth to argue, he used that as an opportunity to shove it in my mouth. To prevent myself chocking, I took a bite and ate the toast in my mouth. As soon as I swallowed, Draco had eaten a mouthful of his own food with his other hand, before putting my own breakfast back at my mouth. I felt my cheeks reddening as Draco continued feeding me my food in between eating his own. In the corner of my eye I could see the rage on Parkinson's face, which made me go along with Draco's behaviour a little bit more easier. 

"I bet I could get Rose to eat willingly," Blaise plumped up when Draco moved to pick up my second piece of toast. Draco shook his head and gestured him to go ahead as moved to focus solely on eating his own food without feeding me. "Rose, for every piece of food you eat of your plate. I'll give you," I waited as he rummaged through his pocket pulling out a box of fudge flies, "I'll give you a singular fudge fly."

Before I could make my bargain for two flies a piece of food, Draco swiped the box off the table, "She isn't eating sweets at breakfast."

"You're such a spoilsport, mate. Fine," Blaise paused before thinking, tapping at his chin. "For every piece of food you eat off your plate, Draco will kiss you." 

"I don't think that is something for you to be offering," I taunted, "Plus Draco would do it for free. I don't have to eat my breakfast for —" 

My chin had been tugged to face Draco before the warm bubbling sensation filled my gut. Draco. Draco. Draco. My brain swirled as I forgot about Blaise. I forgot about breakfast. Hell, I forgot about the entirety of the Great Hall. Draco. My Draco. My heart leapt and beat just for him. I could never get over Draco kissing me, especially when I was not prepared. God, I was so not prepared. My body moved on its own, leaning forward into his touch. One hand moving up to cradle his face and the other resting on his chest. Apple and mint. He always tasted like apple and mint. 

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