Fake

NINE

The next day.

You got up and brushed your teeth and hair. You woke up late, not having any class that morning. You pulled on your uniform, leaving your robes on your bed. You grabbed your bag and dumped the contents on your bed. You started sorting through the scraps of paper, graded homework and textbooks. "Hey," came a cool voice. You jumped. laughet dropping your textbook with a deep thud. Draco chuckled,  leaning against the door frame. You grabbed your pillow and chucked it at him. You missed. "Seriously, Malfoy? How'd you even get in? tin?" Um... how did you get in?" he said, confused 

"No, boys aren't allowed in here," you clarified. "He shrugged. "Gryffindor boys aren't. They didn't think of other houses. Much less a Slytherin. You shook your head and picked up your book from the floor. You straighten and put the class's textbooks you would have to day in your bag. Draco walked over till he stood facing you on the other side of the bed. You threw the paper into the garbage before Draco could see your score. Draco sat down, leaning against your headboard. You set your bag on the floor and the rest of your books on top of your wardrobe. You moved over and sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder. "I missed you," you said, reaching over with your right hand to take his left

"Last night?" he asked

"Yes, but I meant after our fight."

"I missed you, too," he said. You raised your hand a little and traced your fingers on his palm. "Y/n?" He asked.

"Hm?" you hummed, not looking up. Your fingers edged toward the cuff of his jacket. He flinched, then pulled away. You looked up at his face.

"Your next class is History, yes?" He didn't meet your eyes. You nodded. "Wanna skip for a date?"

You blinked. "I... yes, yes."

He smirked at your nervousness. He stood up "See you then." He turned and left.

In the library, you sat with the trio, working on Snape's essay. "So," started Harry. "How was your 'date?"

It took you a minute to understand. "Oh, well, turns out it was George, I just helped him with a prank the whole time."

Ron sat forward. "You're dating George?"

"What? No. Um, ew." You said, "We're not like that. He's more like a brother than anything" you stressed. Ron nodded and went back to his homework.

Before History, you waited by the Grand Staircase, heart hammering. You had no clue what Draco had planned. The Entrance Hall was completely empty, as was the Great Hall. The door to the dungeons opened, and out stepped Draco. He locked eyes with you and jerked his chin in the direction of the doors leading outside. You nodded and followed him out. Once out in the bright sun, with no one around, Draco seemed to relax. He offered you his hand. You took it. You two walked toward the Great Lake, your left hand in his right. "How's your day?" he asked politely.

You shrugged, "Pretty good You?"

"Good. I got on Potter nerves," he seemed proud of that.

"Where are we going? you asked, changing the subject

He smirked. "Excited?"

"Mildly interested," you corrected

"You'll know when we're there." he assured you. Draco guided you over to a tree near the Lake. There, underneath the shade of the tree, lay a large, green, plaid blanket. Next to it sat a wicker basket You swallowed, taking in the scene. "You're blushing," he noted. You couldn't find your words. He laughed and pulled you over. You two sat down on the soft blanket, him on your right. You two talked for a long time, eating sandwiches and drinking Butterbeer As he talked, you noticed how his hair glinted in the sun, how gray his eyes were, the way his lips moved... His smile brought butterflies to your stomach. His laugh made your heart race. He smirked at you, humor glinting in his eyes.

He reached over and moved his thumb across your lips. "Breadcrumbs," he chuckled softly. "Sorry," you made to pull away, but he moved his hand to cup your face

"Don't" he whispered, his gaze flicking down. to your lips. Your heart sped up, yet you didn't pull away. Draco moved his gaze back to your eyes. He moved his head closer to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips met yours. You parted your lips, heat flaring into your face. His other hand went around your waist, pressing into your lower back. You gasped as he tugged you to him, your right hand on his side, grabbing a fistful of his jacket, your left hand on his arm. He moved his hand to your waist and pushed you down. so you lay on the blanket, lips never leaving the others when he pulled away, both of you were out of breath You sat up, gently pushing him away "Jeez, Draco, you murmured

He laughed softly, watching the blush slowly leave your face. Draco unbuttoned his jacket and took it off. He leaned back on his hands, watching the glittering lake. "Do you want people to know about us?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Do you?" you asked

He shook his head. "I think it would be... safer, not to tell anyone...yet, anyway."

You nodded. "I'm okay with that."

He smirked, his eyes still on the lake. "You don't even know the reason."

"Go on," you prompted

"Everything about us together is wrong. You and I..." You waited for him to continue "A Slytherin and a Gryffindor? A Malfoy and a Weasley?

"I'm not-" you cut, but he interrupted you. "They care for you as their own, so basically, yes, you are... Both of our families will oppose us. I'm just telling you the risks," he said, finally looking at you to see your reaction.

"I don't care," you said. "Like I said yesterday. I love you, and they will never change that."

"I just wanted you to know," he said. "I'm not going anywhere," you assured him, lifting your hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. His smirk reappeared. "You're just trying to get me to kiss you again, aren't you? "Maybe, maybe not."

He stood up without warning. But then he turned back to you, still smirking. He offered you his hands, which you gladly took. He pulled you to your feet before saying. "We should go get to class, Transfiguration should

be starting soon."

"Can't I just skip? you asked

He gave you a swift kiss on the lps. "Nope"

"Why?"

Another kiss. "You're not failing school because of me"

"I am, anyway" you reasoned, dizzy from his kisses

"Please?" He pecked you on the lips.

"Fine," you muttered.

"Thanks" He pecked you on the lips one last time. You pulled away and left feeling a bit put off by his sudden goodbye. He had a valid point. you barely got an Acceptable in Transfiguration, and you really didn't want to fail that class. You went to your dorm, got your bag, and went to class.