Blood to Love | 3rd year

41- The Sentimental Rose

I laid in the soggy grass for a long time with Draco by my side. We aimed witty comments at one another and conversed about our short and long term goals for the future.

Draco simply wanted to get by, graduate Hogwarts, and find someone to live with for the rest of his life.

"I'll be busy chasing you," he said.

"What if one day you're staring at me through the window and you see me with another guy? That'll demolish you! I advice that you don't pine after me your whole lifetime."

"I won't be that creepy," he said while chuckling.

"I'll be off in a lake house, living the dream. I'm going to sit on the back deck, sipping pumpkin juice with my husband while watching the kids jump into the lake and swim."

"Sounds good to me."

I shook my head while rain continued drizzling down our faces.

"You can't swim, how do you expect to teach the kids how to swim?"

"I can swim!" he angrily defended.

I laughed at his unnecessary anger and we continued talking about the future. He initiated the conversation, although I wish he hadn't because it might be uprising hope in his desperate heart.

"Let's go to the Astronomy Tower, the view is better," I suggested.

"Fine," he muttered while standing up, seeming against the idea of leaving my side as we laid and chatted in the grass.

I reached out my hands for him to help me stand up and he grabbed them. He pulled me up about an inch and let go. My back lightly slammed into the grass and I groaned.

He was standing up and laughing at my pain so I jumped up on my own and went to tackle him.

He stumbled back slightly but didn't fall.

"Get on my back."

"What?"

"You heard me."

I jumped on his back and he jogged through the corridors while trying not to burst into laughter.

His cologne lingered all over his body and I was so close to him that I became intoxicated by it. I looked down and his hair was flopping messily as we quickly went down the halls.

"Don't you dare try and touch my hair," he said as if he could read my mind.

"What're you going to do about it?"

"You'll be punished."

"Very scary," I sarcastically replied while unwrapping one arm from his neck and ruffling his hair.

He abruptly set me down and grabbed me by my wrist. He shoved me against the wall and my breath hitched. He glared into my eyes and I glared back into his.

"Want to test me again?" he whispered.

A playful smile displayed across my face and I nodded my head.

His face inched closer to mine and I completely held my breath. His own breath was heavy and warm against my face.

"I could kill you will my pinky finger."

"Do it."

"You're much too pretty to die."

I blushed and he took one wrist and dragged me away while completely disregarding the intense event that just took place.

I looked around and flashbacks from my date with George flooded my mind. I was reminded of kissing him and Fred walking in.

I never got furious at that interruption and George had the audacity to be furious at my friends interruptions.