'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 60: Rain Waltz

[Once Upon a Dream - Lana Del Rey]

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Sat. 24th December 1994 - 9:15pm...

Scattering up the stairs away from the Great Hall, I held onto the bottom of my dress. Draco close behind me.

Reaching an open corridor beside the courtyard, rain pattered down heavily from the dark, heavy clouds.

We stopped under an archway.

"Great. As if alcohol on my trousers wasn't bad enough." He muttered.

I giggle, crossing my arms. "What's wrong? Scared of a little rain?"

"A little? Jane, it's pelting down!" He gestured to the ground.

I tug my dress up, and step down the small stone steps.

Draco's hand was quick to grab me, but he missed. His face upturned into a mixture of shock and disgust, as he watched me run into the rain. "Jane!"

Water instantly flooded my heels, and weighted my hair and dress down. My ringlets now twice as long, and soaked.

Looking back at him over my shoulder, he cautiously tests the first step, then the second. His hands up, covering his hair in a desperate attempt to keep himself dry.

Merlin, he looked so cute right now.

"Jane, this isn't funny. I spent so long on my appearance for this evening." His words nearly lost between the drum of the rain.

I laugh, "Yes, I know. You're a real wuss. It's only water!"

The moment the playful insult left my mouth, he dashed towards me.

I took off in the opposite direction, unfortunately my heels caught in the soft grass, and I tripped into the large oak tree.

Bracing myself on it with two hands, Draco scooped me up, and tossed me around in the air.

The leaves and branches provided some type of dry coverage.

His breath hot in my ear, "A wuss?" His hair clung to his skin, covering his eyes in thin strands.

I shriek, grabbing onto his arms. His hold around my body tightens, and my shoes left the ground.

Kissing my neck and shoulder, he set me down. He rocked us back and forth, "How did you learn to run that fast?"

I pat his hand, twirling his signet ring around his finger. "...lots of practice, I guess."

Sensing the slight change in my mood, he smiled softly. "I'm soaked."

"Yes, well that is what happens whenever you run out carelessly into the pouring rain." I tug my dress off my legs, preventing the material from sticking to my skin. "I'm all wet, too."

"Yeah? Well, it's never hard to get you like that." He whispered.

I slap his arm and he winced.

"It was a joke, calm your tits, my Love. Although, you can't deny the fact, it's true."

Besides his crude use of words, only two stood out to me — My Love.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I break free from his arms. Dragging him by his hand, he tried to resist my advances.

"No, no. We aren't standing in the pissing rain again, Jane. I mean it, this isn't classy-" He argues, but followed me anyways.

"We're not going to stand in the rain." I pull him close to me.

Close enough that I could see were the light grey swims with the subtle hints of blue in his eyes. His weak smile lines, and tiny freckles on his nose just about visible, too.

His gazes shifts, pupils slowly dilating. "Fine. What are we doing then?"

"Dancing." I say, taking his hand in mine.

He sighs dramatically, looking down at me. "As you wish. But if we get pneumonia from this, you're making me soup for the whole time we're sick."

"I highly doubt that, but alright."

He changed the position of my hands, guiding them to rest upon his shoulders. His hands pulling me in by my waist.

Despite the cold weather, and the constant trickling of rain down our bodies, neither of us felt a chill.

His lips found my neck again, and I tip my head back. His mouth locked onto one spot, and sucked hard.

After a moment he pulled back, his eyes levitating down to my slightly cleavage.

Just as he leaned forward, I held his shoulders tightly. "Don't you dare. Not in the middle of the courtyard." I laugh in disbelief.

"Later then." He said, more of a statement than a question for me to answer.

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Since we can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts, due to Professor Dumbledore's set-in-stone magic, we had to take our luggage up to Hogsmeade's station. To borrow their flu network to reach the bustling city of Paris.

Luckily by the time it took us to change from our formal wear, and into our casual winter clothes, the rain had died down to a trickle.

Entering the hidden side of the city via our transport, Draco held my hand in our walk towards the grand hotel entrance.

At the reception, Draco confidently approached the receptionist, his eye meeting mine for a split second.

His lips twitched up into a smirk, and then he spoke to the well dressed lady behind the counter in her native language — French.

Perfectly, too.

Since when could he speak another language? And it being French as well, it caused my cheeks to heat up.

My jaw dropped, as he fluently spoke in another tongue next to me. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand anything he was saying: but from both of their body language, I suspected it was confirming our room number.

He took our room keys, and turned to me. "What's with that face?"

"You can speak fluent French?"

"Of course. It's a requirement for all Pure-blood families to learn at least one foreign language. My mother knows French, so I took after her." He chuckled, "Impressed are we?"

"Yes. I'd be a fool not to be." I shake my head. My heart fluttered in my ribcage.

Would it be strange for me to find my boyfriend speaking another language attractive? Or, even going as far to say sexy?

Because it was. And I definitely think he knew.

Fuck, now I'm horny.

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