Distracted.

Drackey.

When I wake up sometime in the middle of the night I find myself resting my head against Draco's chest. I listen to his slow rythmic heartbeat and feel his chest rise and fall. I sit up and tilt my head to the side and look at how peaceful he is. I laugh a little and reach out to shake his shoulder. He startles awake, mumbling incoherently and then he sees me sitting in front of him and a goofy smile stretches across his face. He leans back against the wall and runs a hand through his hair.

"I should go to the girl's dormitory," I whisper and smile. He grabs my hands and pulls me in for a kiss, I accept but I push away quickly to his dismay, "Don't go." he says.

"I'm sorryy" I whine, and scrunch up my nose. I lean in and kiss him again and I can feel him begging for me to stay and lean into the kiss a little more, he wrests his hands in the low of my back and I fear I may not ever get to the girl's dormitories, I may just kneel here in between his legs on this window seat kissing him slowly for the rest of my days. "I... have.. to.... get... some..sleep.." I say between kisses. He groans, "Fine." he stands up from the window seat, and grabs my hand. I get up, grab the book and together we walk to the spiraling staircase.

When we get as far as a boy can come towards the girl's dormitories, I say goodbye but he won't let go of my hand, "Draco!" I giggle, I slip my hand from his and walk away blushing, I turn once and I see him still standing there his hands in his pockets, he winks and then turns and I continue to walk into the dorm. I slowly make my way to the room I share with Milly, Ella Neevey, and Jess Crassberry. My head is racing trying to wrap itself around all that just happened. Does this mean were like a thing? I had no idea, but I didn't care because Draco Malfoy kissed me, Draco Malfoy likes me. At the thought I kind of skipped a little. I wanted to scream but instead I bit my lip and continued going to my room. When I got to the door I paused and heaved a sigh. I gripped the door handle firmly and gently pushed the door open squeezing myself through the tiny opening. When I got inside I tip toed to my bed, which thankfully is the one closest to the door. I put down my bag and started undressing in the dark. Then I felt around for my pajamas and stumbled around trying to get them on. Finally I tugged back my covers and wrapped my self in the cool crisp sheets. I instantly realized I would be getting no sleep tonight as I recounted the latest events of the evening. I turn to lay on my side and see a very familiar head of hair. Heat rises to my cheeks in anger and I flip over to my other side, why are Milly and Eve avoiding me? What have I done?

I begin to breathe heavily, I feel my face turn red. I have the urge to get out of bed and drag her head of lifeless hair outside for the whomping willow to have a whack at but I restrain myself and begin to feel my eyelids becoming heavy.

The next morning I rise early, sweaty and panting. I hadn't had a dream in such a long time I had forgotten how real it feels. I grab my pillow and hug it to my chest, just a dream, just a dream. The sky was still dim and I rush out of bed looking to see if Milly was still in bed, which she was. I rush past, with an ache in my stomach. As mad as I am I want to shake her awake and tell her what happened with Draco, I want to tell her how it made me feel how beautiful he looks when he's sleeping but I know I can't.

I make my way to the common room in my pajamas, and I nab a seat by the fire the night air is chilly and I absorb the heat emanating from it. Its still dark and the fire casts graceful shadows on all of the walls as the room slowly lightens. I hear a pitter patter of footsteps coming down the stairs. I lazily look up, with heavy eyes that tighten and narrow at the sight of a gowned figure with short, black hair. Milly's eyes widen in shock and her lips form a small tight 'o'. She collects herself giving me a polite smile and then sits on the couch across from me. This is ridiculous. Nothing happened why is she acting like this? Why am I? "So how did you sleep?" she asks quietly. I roll my head on my neck and lock my eyes on her, she visibly swallows. "Really?" I sigh and look back at the fire. She doesn't say anything. I sigh again, and decide to respond, "No. No, I am not okay. I um, I had bad nightmare," I glance at her then look back at my hands. "Oh, that is-" I cut her off, "Milly what the-"

Milly holds up a finger, "I'm sorry Mickey." I wait for an explanation but it doesn't come. I nod in indication that I want her to keep going. "Me and Eve went on an adventure." I chuckle, "Really? That's all your gonna say? I have been looking for you. Trying to get your attention! And all I get is me and eve went on an adventure?" I scoff. "Well since when have you ever wanted to come with us?" her face flushes in frustration and I see a twinge of guilt. She sinks back into the fading green couch and crosses her arms over her chest. The fire twinkles off her watery eyes. I want to say something but instead I walk across the fuzzy carpet and sit on the adjacent cushion with my hands folded in my lap. I look over disappointed in myself. I move over a little, when I know the timing is right I slowly put my arms around her waist and my head on her shoulder. "I love you Milly. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did." I feel her resist a smile. "Are we good?" she shifts a little and I feel her start to reply, "Yeah. We're good" I giggle, "okay"