Slytherin Pride

The kitchens.

Draco's POV

Gin slumped to the floor shaking. I slid down with her, spread my legs out, and she moved over to sit in between them, shaking violently. I rubbed her back. I didn't know what to say. I was too angry. I was worried that if I opened my mouth all of the curse words along with a few spells might spill out, and this isn't the right time for that. "Draco, your face matches my hair." She looked up a me, a faint grin on her face. I smiled a little too but it didn't reach my eyes. I still stayed silent. "Draco? Are you mad? At me, I mean..." she looked a little worried. I shook my head and kissed her cheek. "What's wrong? Really, I'm not hurt ,and..." I stopped her. "You don't get it. He- he touched you! That's not okay! Only I can do that if anyone can at all! He just-he-OH MY FUCKING GOSH!" She grabbed my arm while I panted, trying to calm down. "Draco! Shhhh, it's ok, really. He did something wrong. But...it's ok. I mean it's happened before and..." My eyes widened. "Draco, are you even breathing?! Your face is purple, and for a person as pale as a sheet...that's not good..." I didn't pay attention to her comment as tried to asks question without shaking to visibly. "H-how many t-times! W-who!" My arms trembled. I looked down and away as a tear, burning, rolled down my cheek. she gently turned my face towards hers. "Draco, I know you better than this. What's really wrong?" I bit the inside of my cheek. "Ginny, I'm a wreck right now because you could've been seriously hurt! It's my job to protect you! And..." I looked down my lower lip trembling. Some of the color gone from my face. Gin nodded slowly. "Draco, I know for a fact that you don't get like this very easily. What. Happened?" She asked more sternly. I burst. "GIN! I love you! Okay?! Blaise Zabini used to be my best mate! He used to support me! Ok?! Now he was all over you. I DONT WANT ANY OTHER GUY TOUCHING YOU! Especially like that...because, one day, someone a little bit better than me could come along and do the same thing other people have done. Try to kiss you or touch you, and since they're better than me, you won't pull away! I can't just...you can't..." She looked a little taken aback. She blinked a few times before replying, "Oh." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, 'Oh.'" She nodded. And I stood up. I needed to cool down, but not necessarily away from her, just in general. "Where're you going?" She started to get up too. "The kitchens. Obviously you didn't eat and I never do. So...why not?" She nodded and smiling, intertwining her fingers. I smiled slightly and opened the door. When we got out and into a corridor, Ginny began to skip, pulling me along so I ended up jogging beside her. All the way to the kitchens. When we got to the portrait. I tickled the pear and it swung open, squeaking slightly. All the house elves were cleaning up from dinner, but all stopped when we walked in. They all met our eyes and then did a huge bow. A pang of guilt stabbed at my stomach. Dobby...had died...in my house...he was originally my elf. They all rose together and rushed towards us. One that was rather pink spoke up and squeaked, "How may I be at your service?" I looked at Ginny who was still looking around. "Uh...two butter beers and some leftovers, if...it's not to much trouble. We can get it ourselves if you show us." The elf's eyes widened. "Oh, no, no, no. We are happy to work. Master never needs to do such a thing, do not say anything of the sort again!" She said it in a stern tone. I nodded and pulled Ginny down into two seats. She smiled at me. "You're good with children and elves." I smirked and nodded. "The absolute best. I bet Potter doesn't do this." She smiled too. "Nope. He sure doesn't." I smiled clearly happy with myself. The elf that we talked to earlier appeared with the two butter beers and the plate of leftovers balanced on its head. The elf started to wobble, so I reached forward and caught the elf and the platter of food. The elf bowed till his nose touched the floor, then she stood back up straight. "Um...pardon me, but do you have a name?" Gin asked. The elf nodded timidly. "And what might that be?" Ginny asked nodding encouragingly. "Clairy." I smiled. "That's a lovely name. My name's Draco Malfoy." Her eyes widened, and she bowed again. "M-my great master. The master of us all. The Malfoy family is the master of us all." She praised. I just looked down, embarrassed, and Ginny laughed. "He's no master. He's a giant goofball, see?" She then shoved me backwards. I fell off the chair and toppled to the ground, uninjured. Clairy gasped. "Is master Malfoy ok?" I laughed and looked up. "Yes, I'm alright. Look, Clairy, Just call me Draco. I'm not like my parents. You don't need to serve anybody. Just...be a free and happy elf." Clairy frowned. Deep in thought. "I will do as master-uh...Clairy means Draco says." I laughed and held out my hand. She looked at it then at me. "Come on, shake it." She put a shaky hand out and touched my fingers. I gently moved my hand up and down. Clairy's face grew into a grin. Then I leaned in and whispered in her huge ears. "Watch this, I'm gonna get mistress Ginny messy." Claire's eyes widened, but she nodded slightly, smiling. This was probably the first time, in her life that she had experienced anything like this. I grabbed a hand full of mash potatoes. The I slung it at Gin's face. It spattered all over her. Getting on her face, in her hair, then falling all down her shirt. She screamed, but was laughing. "DRACO MALFOY! WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?!" I grabbed my sides laughing. I felt a tear fall down my cheek from laughing so hard. I started to calm down, wiping my eyes. Clairy appeared out of air with a snap. "Clairy thought mistress Ginny would like a dish cloth. She looks indeed messy." Clairy smiled and giggled. I rolled off my chair, laughing, and curled up into a ball on the floor. Panting heavily. Ginny snatched the dish towel and started to clean off her face. I got back up off the floor and sat back in my chair. For the second time, I watched Clairy, then turned my head, watching now the other elves. All of the sudden, I was drenched in something. It dropped from my hair and down my light green shirt, making it see through. I tossed my head to the side swishing drink everywhere. Ginny sat there with an empty mug of butter beer, exploding into laughter. I was laughing too, and Clairy was laughing so hard, her pale face turned slightly pink. I got up out of my seat and started walking towards Gin. She started to run, but I lunged and grabbed her, pulling her to my soaked chest and rubbing my hair on the back of her neck. She shouted and tried to struggle free, shoving my face away from her. I dodged her hands and kissed her cheek, butter beer dripping from my hair. She turned her head and kissed my lips. I kissed back, and I tasted a rich creamy taste. That was curiously a lot like the taste of butter beer. She massaged my hair as we kissed, and I just kept licking her lips because of the butter beer taste. She smirked and kissed me in short choppy kisses before whispering, "watch this." Gin took the cloth that Clairy had given her, and she dipped it into the water pitcher. Then, instead of washing her face, she gently slashed at Clairy's arm, making water go all over her face. I started cracking up, and so did Clairy. "Clairy was a bad elf. She deserved the water." Clairy said through small giggles. I got up.

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