The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

First morning

Dracos POV

When I woke up, Skylar was still asleep. It was still dark outside as well.

I tried not to think about it, or do it, but I couldn't help myself. I quietly walked over to her bed, pulling the hangings aside to reveal her perfect sleeping figure.

She didn't have the sheets on, must have kicked them off in the middle of the night, and I could see every inch of her.

I could do anything I want to her, I realized, as I watched her at rest. I could do anything I want to hear even with her awake. I could have her. I loved this sense of power. True, Skylar was strong, but I was just a bit stronger. Just a bit taller. Just a bit more dominant.

It didn't help these feelings and thoughts, that I should definitely not be having, that she was wearing tight night shorts, and a tight cropped night shirt.

She was almost unreal. Her body was perfect, nothing was disproportionate. She looked like a girl straight out of a dream. It was almost unbearable to see her like this and not be able to touch her, even just a little bit.

I had to walk away to restrain myself. What are you thinking? She's a potter your a Malfoy. You do not "like" her. She's nothing to you.

Even I knew this was a lie. I knew I shouldn't be thinking this, that my father would be so disappointed if he knew how I was feeling. I would do something. Even if she was never going to be mine, I would do something to take care of this.

I always get what I want. And right now I want her.

Skylar's POV

When I woke up, there was a burst of sunlight coming through the window. My bed hangings were open on one side, and there was a note on my nightstand, where my owl Danger was waiting for me.

I rubbed Dangers head, reading the note from Harry. All it said was to send an owl if I needed anything. I smiled.

No one had ever cared for me in my life except for Harry. It was good to have one family member.

Draco was on the couch reading a book when I got up. He turned at the noise, and my eyes went amber.

"Morning, sleep well?" I asked trying to be friendly.

He looked at me with a confused expression on his face which did not go unnoticed by me "Sorry, just trying to be nice."

He held his chin a little higher. He had obviously not gotten ready yet. He was still in his long sleeve pajamas, and his hair was ruffled. He looked so hot.

"I... slept well. And you?"

"Fine," I replied, grabbing my new school uniform and heading to the bathroom.

I had my white shirt, plaid skirt, and tie to try on first. I took off my night clothes, buttoned down the shirt, and put my skirt on, tucking my shirt into my skirt. I then put my tie on, twisting the knot, green and red swirling before me.

I stepped back, examining my outfit in the mirror.

The sleeves of the shirt were cuffed back, over my wrists. The shirt itself was tight, and from fitting, but not uncomfortable.

The skirt was short, not even close to reaching the knees, but the plaid looked nice on me, in my opinion. I thought the outfit looked pretty good.

I stepped out of the bathroom, heading over to grab my bag, and stuff it with school books.

Draco's POV

Skylar came out of the bathroom in her new uniform, I don't think she noticed, but I starred at her like I hadn't seen another human in years. God, did she look hot.

Her shirt was tight, and perfectly outlined every one of her gorgeous curves. Her skirt was short, and rather tight as well. I shouldn't be thinking this, and yet, I was. How did she look this amazing in a school uniform?

Skylars pov

How did he look this amazing in pajamas? I wondered. Quit it Skylar, your fantasies are not reality, he hates you, you're lucky he didn't smother you in your sleep.

Danger left through the open window as I was packing my school bag. I checked my schedule and packed ever book I needed that day.

"Draco?" I said causing him to look up. "I'm going to get breakfast. Do you want to come?" I thought he would reject my offer, but instead he grabbed his school bag, and swished his wand, sling a spell that put him in school clothes.

I walked out the door, him closing it behind me, and headed towards the common room.

When we got down, Blaise, Mattheo, and Mia were already down and dresses. "We were we wondering when you guys were going to wake up. We were about ready to do up there and see for ourselves what you guys were. . . Doing," Blaise said with a smirk, causing my eyes to go silver and Draco to blush angrily.

"Oh shut up. We're twelve." Draco flared. "Well, actually Skylar's eleven," Mia pointed out, earring a "Even more to my point," from Draco.

We headed up to the great hall, where large plates of eggs, toast, and bacon were sitting. Harry waved at me from the other table, and I motioned that I would be sitting at the Slytherin table this morning. I had done this once before, but everyone was on edge because of the new roommate situation.

I sat and ate with my friends, talking about the most random of things. When we were done, I decided to head over and sit with Harry, Hermione and Ron, who were still eating.

"A death day party?" I heard Hermione say as I sat down next to my brother. "I bet there aren't many people living who can say they've been to one of those—it'll be fascinating!"

"Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died?" Asked Ron, who was working on his potions homework and already irritable. "Sounds dead depressing to me..." 

"Wait, what's a death day party? What are you guys talking about?"

Harry explained to me how he had run into Nearly Headless Nick on the way back from quidditch, and promised him we would be attending his death day party (a celebration of the day he died, kind of like a birthday) on Halloween.

That day classes were uninteresting, and I decided to sleep in Gryffindor that night too. In the common room while we were working on our homework, Fred and George were playing with a salamander that they had "rescued" from care of magical creature, and sent it flying. 

For most, this was quite entertaining to watch.

We had classes, and I had friends. We had quidditch practice, which, in a few weeks, was going to amount to my first actual game. Everything was perfect.

Well almost.

I had been thinking about that night after detention a lot lately, when I herd the voice. I knew I should let it go, but something just didn't sit right with me. Something was off, and I was afraid it was going to hurt us all. And soon

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Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter, this one was just kind of filler. The beginning and the last very end were really the only important parts. I'm sorry if my work has sucked lately, as well I just started back at school.

Anyway I hope you guys are doing well, as always I would love your complements! Love you all!

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