Slytherin Pride

Goodnight

Dracos POV

I looked at my watch. It was 2:00 in the morning. "Hey, Ginny?" She stirred and sat up from her curled position on my chest. Her eyes looked drippy. "Wha?" She murmured as she stretched her arms out. "It's probably time to head back to the school." She frowned and closed her eyes again. "But-but....I'm comfortable here." She whined as she leaned against me once more. I sighed and picked her up. She gasped and I pulled her to her feet. She stumbled, but then shakily regained her balance. "Draco I won't make it back to the school. I can barely keep my eyes open." She said leaning against me. I nodded and pulled her onto my back. "You not seriously going to give me a piggy back ride all the way up to Gryffindor tower." She said sleepily. I nodded and started to walk off. She laughed tiredly. "If you can make it all the way up to the portrait hole without putting me down, I'll do whatever you want me to do the next day." I smirked. "You sure you're not just rambling because you're half asleep, weaslet?" She groaned, but promptly nodded. I shrugged and hiked her farther up my back and made my way out of the forest.

After we walked through the big doors going into the castle, I was almost covered in sweat, and my arms were shaking with exhaustion. I had to still go all the way up the stairs...I was about to give up and just put her down when I realized she's fallen asleep. Her breathing was even and slow, and her hair was spilling over my shoulder. I didn't want to make her walk up all the stairs. I sighed to myself. Scolding myself for caring to deeply, and set off to the staircases that went up eight floors to the tower. By the third floor I was panting and covered in sweat. I leaned against the wall, trying to not gasp too loudly. We would be dead if we got caught. That thought gave me strength and trudged on. I finally made it to the tower stairs. "Ok...only four more flights to go...Quidditch is harder...you got this." The motivational speeches didn't make the climb anything close to easy. As one point I almost tipped backwards from the uneven weight. And another time I tripped over the last stair to flight and promptly fell onto the floor, but Ginny didn't stir, and no teachers came running at us.
Finally I saw the portrait looking ahead. My muscles screamed for a break and my mind was equally done. I almost collapsed at the foot of it, but instead settled for a kneel on the ground to let Gin off my back. "We're here." I said as her eyes fluttered open. She laughed to herself. "You actually did it..." I nodded, smirking. "Be ready to do what I want to do tomorrow. No denying anything." She groaned but nodded. "You better not take this as an opportunity to ask for a blow job." I laughed. "I don't have to ask." She blushed. I tilted her chin up towards me. "Thanks for spending time with me tonight. I had fun." She smiled and stood up on her tip toes and kissed my lips softly. "No, thank you for asking me out on a date mr. Malfoy. I had a delightful time. You are quite the romantic." I laughed looking at her. She stared right back. "I mean it." I smirked and kissed her nose. "I know. Now off to bed with you! Don't want a teacher to catch us when we're so close, now do we?" She smirked and resumed her flat footed stance once more. "No, I suppose not. Well, goodnight Love. Thanks once again." I kissed her one last time before murmuring goodnight in return and walking away, my heart pumping.

I was receding down the steps when I started to hear an echo of footsteps. I quickened my pace as I made it onto the main corridor. The steps receded over time. I let my guard drop a bit and looked at the paintings as I passed them. They were all of glorified dudes with skirts and beards. I laughed to myself, when a flash of black caught my eye. I put my hand on my wand as I continued to walk. The figure switched to my side of the hallway. That eliminated it being a teacher. They would've just called me out. I pretended I still didn't see them as I turned the corner. They followed suit when I shoved them up against the corner wall, my wand thrust into their throat. Probably making it a bit uncomfortable to breath. "Why are you following me?!" The figure gave no response. I loosed my hand on their throat and illuminated my wand. The light reflected off of round spectacles and hit my vision, making me flinch away for a moment, before shoving my hand back against his chest. "I'll ask you once again. Why are you following me, Potter?" Harry looked a bit scared, but mostly just annoyed as well. "Why were you with Ginny?!" I rolled my eyes. "That's not an appropriate response to my question." He shrugged. "Maybe I don't wish to answer it Malfoy. Now, why were you with Ginny?" I looked at him hard in the eyes. My throat itches to scream that we were on a date, we were dating. She dumped him for me, and that I even slept with her. But I knew that wouldn't be good for me or Ginny for that matter so I just simply resorted to my usual response. "I'm not the one at wand point. I'm not as stressed to answer the question." He slightly gulped. "Last time we met on the subject it didn't end well for you Malfoy. I suggest you back away from me now." I rolled my eyes. "You don't scare me Potter. Not even the slightest." I snarled as I took a step forwards. "He stiffened. "Why is your hair French braided?" He said, losing some of the grit in his voice. The question caught me off guard, and almost gave me the desire to laugh. My wand slightly lowered. "That's-thats beside the...uh...point." Potter smirked. "Did you braid it yourself?" I shrugged. "Maybe I did. I look good in it no matter who did it." He shrugged, which gave me an opening to laugh. His guard came up again. "W-what?" I looked at him, my head Slightly bowed. "You just admitted I looked good in this French braid." His face reddened as he realized his mistake. I lowered my wand and shrugged Cooley. "As for what I was doing with your precious Ginny, I was
Helping her study. Actually studying may I remind you. No sex involved. Although..." I stepped toward him once more, his Form seemed to lessen. "I can't say the same about you."

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