Ashley awoke, but her eyes remained closed, merely wanting to relish in the warmth of the blankets, the solidness of his body beneath her. The red glowing through her eyelids warmed from the streaming sunlight, the birds' warbles from a propped window welcomed her ears, greeting the castle with their morning song. She could smell cool mint on Draco, crisp and refreshing. His arm was still around her, holding her close and his head rested on hers.
Draco started to shift as he rubbed her back and moved her closer.
"You're probably going to be late." He mumbled gruffly.
She opened her eyes, blinded from the strength of the sunlight. It was well past dawn, students were probably making their way to their classes right now.
"It's just Potions." She mumbled against his chest.
He patted her arm, signaling for her to get up. "Go. Snape hates Gryffindors...especially when they're late."
Ashley sighed and got up, looking at Draco as she rubbed sleep out of her eyes. His scabbing lip pulled back in a grin as he smoothed her hair out.
"Is it bad?" She asked.
"It's fine." He grinned at her, smoothing the hair by her face. He looked at her, tucking a piece behind her ear.
"I'll be back after classes." She told him.
"Not if you never leave." Draco smirked at her. "Go, Ashley."
She kissed his bruised cheek delicately, barely brushing his skin. Rolling off the bed, she stole one last glance at him as she threw the curtain back, running out before Madame Promfey could see her.
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She panicked when she got to her dorm and saw that she only had ten minutes to change and get to the dungeons from the seventh floor, casting a spell on her hair to French braid it as she threw on her school clothes. She grabbed for her parchment and quill and rushed out.
The stairs didn't seem to mind the fact that she was late, taking their time to connect as if they were mocking her late night escapade. She didn't have time for this, she thought, as she foolishly jumped the stairs before they connected. On the last stair that would lead her to the first floor, she jumped well before she ought to, realizing this as her feet scraped the landing as she fell back. Her body tensed in her anticipated fall backwards into the empty space that would plummet her to her death. Instead, she was welcomed with the slam of marble stairs that slammed into her back and tailbone. They had connected in time to save her, but tears pricked at her eyes and ran down her face.
Hobbling down the stairs, she rushed towards the Entrance Hall, taking a right and descending down a short flight of stairs marking the beginning of the dungeons. Worry gripped her mind as she observed the lack of other students in the hall, making her wonder just how late she was.
As if the morning could not get off to a rougher start, she saw Blaise Zabini smirking with his arms crossed, leaning up against the wall, apparently unconcerned with the shortening hour.
"Good morning, Delacour." He sneered, "Nearly late aren't we?"
Well, at least I'm not late, she told herself.
"Shove off, Zabini." She growled, scowling at him.
"Oh! A little feisty aren't we?" Zabini jeered at her, walking up beside her as she passed him.
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Slytherin's angel
FanfictionIt had all come down to this. He had left the one thing that had made him happier than anything else...for this? But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go back, knowing that this was his fate. He had left her. And now, there was no way to...
