Meet Me At Our Spot

Chapter 7

I walked into the hospital wing in a daze over what had just happened. I didn't even know what to think. Malfoy had just kissed me.

"Hey Daffodil." Oliver spoke softly from his hospital bed. "Come to make me feel better eh?"

He looked handsome as ever laying there, and on a normal day I would take complete advantage of him having to let me get on top, but in typical Malfoy fashion he's ruined that too.

"How you feeling Ollie?" I asked him.

"Oh alright after Madam Pomfrey fixed me up a potion. You definitely can't keep me away from that after party." He smirked. "Care to give me a preview?"

I giggled as he pulled me on top of him, then leaned down to kiss him. He deepened it grabbing my hips and pushing down, but the further the kiss went, the more my mind wandered. As I let myself get lost in Oliver, I could only picture kissing Draco.

"Wait." I stopped him realizing not only how wrong that was, but also how wrong it was I was picturing Draco of all people. "You should be resting."

"Trust me you're doing a great job at relaxing me." He smirked pulling me back in for one more kiss. "But whatever you say. I'll see you tonight?"

"Duh." I said smiling as I got off of him. "Rest up." I said kissing his cheek before I left the wing.

As I left I saw Draco standing outside, almost like he was waiting for me. I could not even look at him right now, mostly because of the crime my own imagination had just committed on me.

"How is he?" He asked.

"Seriously?" I scoffed. "If you cared about his well being maybe you shouldn't have knocked him off his broom in the first place."

"Perhaps if he didn't want to get knocked off his broom he shouldn't have-" He paused gritting his teeth in hesitation.

"What? What could he have possibly done to deserve that?" I asked angry.

"I just heard him talking that's all. Running his mouth." He looked down at the ground.

"You knocked him off his broom because of game talk?" I gaped at him.

"No it wasn't just game talk it was about..you." He answered frustrated.

"Me?" I was so confused. "What about me?"

"Are you two exclusive?" He asked looking up at me.

"Maybe you should've asked that before just kissing me! Are we gonna talk about that?" I shouted at him.

"Just answer." He rolled his eyes.

"I mean no, he's definitely not my boyfriend." I said. "I guess now that I think about it I never thought of him sleeping with someone else, just because I don't."

"Yeah well he was bragging about how he had both you and Padma Patil on his dick." He spat vulgarly.

I'm not gonna lie, it caught me off guard a little bit. That doesn't sound like something Oliver would do, or at the very least say.

"How do I know this isn't just another mind game?" I asked skeptical.

"Oh please I don't care who you sleep with floorboard, I just don't like hearing men disrespect women." He said like even he didn't believe himself.

"Okay sorry. Didn't realize you were such a feminist." I said as I started laughing.

"Oh for Merlin's sake do what you want Potter. Sleep with a slimy oaf if you please I don't care." He rolled his eyes and walked away. He so cares.