In love with the enemy

Am I In Love With The Enemy ?

My chest swells with anger and hate, my breathing quickens, my hands clench into fists and I can feel my face burn. Draco's hand tightens my waist and he leans down to my neck to whisper in my ear. "Calm it love, we don't want another fight between you two. I don't think McGonnagall's heart could take it". What?

"Granger. Malfoy." Ron nods at each of us. 'Granger'? 'Granger'? Since when am I Granger to him? What the hell happened at the pub today? And why is he here with Pansy of all people? Why is she calling him babe? Did we break up? All of these questions run rapidly around the head and I begin to feel dizzy, but I fight the fatigue that's washes over me and stand with a rod-straight back and high head.

"Weasely" I hiss at him,narrowing my eyes. I turn to Draco and ask him dance, he obliges happily and leads me onto the dance floor as a new sing starts.

It oddly resembles a medieval type of waltz-sounding song. It's upbeat enough for Draco to move swiftly whereas I'm two left feet and I keep standing on his toes repeatedly. Until I'm softly reprimanded and guided to the correct steps.

"Look babe calm down. Breathe. Look at my feet and watch where I step...See?  Granger keep your eyes on my feet.... Look. Simple. One,two, three. Back and forward again and repeat." My cheeks are pinkish under the makeup from being caught staring at Draco's face rather than his feet. Then I realise.

"You called me babe. And Love. What is it with you today? I mean you were all Slytherin boxers and nakedness and  smugness earlier. Now you're all gropey and sweet and pet names. What happened?" I enquire.

"I guess my blast from an awkward, cringe-worthy past made me realise how much growing up I need to do. Plus...pretending to be your boyfriend is actirdadeh nurdur berd" he mumbles the last few words and I have to ask him to repeat what he said three time before he says it clear enough for me to either what he's actually saying.

"Being your boyfriend is not actually that bad" he admits and I grin widely unable to stop. He smirks to and pushes me out carefully at both of our arms lengths. Then spins me in so my back is against his front.

"You tell anyone I said that, I will have to kill you, I'm afraid" he says and spins me out again faster than before and yanks my arm gently, tugging me to him and as if we aren't close enough already, he wraps his other arm around my waist so there's not a millimetre of space between us.

Draco's 'Hmm's in approval before gliding through other dancers and shifty from one foot to another. Dancing in a gracefully effortless manner.

"How is that you dance so well?" I ask and he chuckles to himself, smiling wryly. "My mum taught me"

I try to imagine it. Young Draco with white-blonde hair and a toothy grin on his face as he tries to dance ballroom style with his mother, possibly in the kitchen. Then I picture Malfoy Manor and the room in which I was tortured. My smile drops. My feet stop moving.  My face falls as I try to forget those memories. But I can't. Draco notices, his smile faltering too and he pulls back and holds onto my arms. Squeezing them gently.

"Hey, what is it?" He asks genuinely concerned and I stutter to answer.

"You just reminded me of your home. What happened there last year. When I get this ugly thing" I raise a finger to my throat around where that small, ugly white scar is. Frowning, Draco leans forward and-having to bend his back and scrunch his head back-presses a gentle kiss against my throat. It sends my head spinning and butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Such a gentle, intimate, unexpected gesture. He wraps his arms around me and given that he is considerably taller, he places his lips against the top of my head.

"I will not let anybody or anything hurt you. Mmkay? Not Pansy, or Weasel-face, hell I'll protect you against the ghost of my batty Great-Grandmother Irina. Nobody is going to hurt. Not ever. I promise, I'll protect you...Love" he says and smiles against my head at his last word. I do too.

"Okay bugger off with the PDA we're already attracting enough attention just by dancing. Well, swaying side to side" I shrug shoulders.

Draco spins me out again and as he pulls me back he crosses our arms, he twists my body over the side of his and makes my legs spin high up in the air. When my feet are on the ground again he straightens, turns and wraps one arm around my back and the other grasps my waist firmly as his foot knocks my legs making me fall backwards as I lean far back.

I see a crowd around upside down and my head feels fuzzy as I'm pulled upright and straight forward onto Draco's lips.

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A/N the picture on the side is what inspired one of the recent chapters and it's just taken me a while to find it again. This is just a filler chapter I guess, I needed something between the argument and the next part. As always feel free comment and vote. I love and appreciate all of you.
Thatwhovianfangirl xx