Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love Story]

Nemici Da Amanti [A Draco Malfoy love story] Chapter 8

A/N: Chapter 8 :)

After I told Draco he could go do something highly inappropriate to himself and he told me dinner was in an hour, I flopped on my bed. This was pretty overwhelming to say the least. I mean, yes, things hadn't been nearly as bad as I thought they'd be. In fact, maybe my holiday wouldn't be that horrible after all.

I could just steer clear of Draco and do my own thing. After all, the house sure was big enough so that I wouldn't have to see him much. Narcissa was nothing like her arrogant son; I quite liked her already. She'd gone to all this trouble to make me feel comfortable, and it worked. Other than sharing a house with Draco for two weeks, things were looking up. 

I decided to get all dressed up for dinner; it was the least I could do to thank Narcissa. After 10 minutes of rooting around, I emerged from the closet holding a short red dress with a bow and a pair of strappy silver sandals. I grabbed my make-up bag from my suitcase and entered my bathroom. I plugged in my curler, and started on my face. I made my eyes smoky, using lots of eyeshadow and mascara. Then, I applied a salmon shade of lipstick, and painted my fingernails to match.

I curled my hair into loose waves while I waited for my nails to dry, softly humming to myself. I wonder how Draco will react when he sees me? Wait, who cares what he thinks? It's just Malfoy. Still...I can't help but wonder. I put everything back into my bag, strapped on my heels, and started down to dinner. As I approached the bottom of the stairs, a house elf popped up next to me.

"Hello, Miss. I am to tell you that the dining room is through those doors to your right," he squeaked, pointing at a set of large oak doors.

"Thank you," I said, opening the doors that he had indicated.

Narcissa and Draco were seated at a long cherry wood table, talking to each other, but they both looked up when I walked in. I swear, if Draco's jaw had dropped any more, he would have broke it. His eyes assessed me in amazement.

"I hope I'm not late," I smiled, gliding over to the table and sitting across from Draco.

"Of course not, Dear. You look beautiful, I'm glad you like the clothes I picked out for you," Narcissa said, patting my hand with her well manicured nails.

"They're amazing, really! And my room is just lovely, it's exactly suited for me, thank you so much!" I gushed, enthusiastically.

"I'm glad. Draco, dear, close your mouth. It's not polite to drool," she laughed lightly.

Draco closed his mouth and flushed a deep shade of crimson. My smile just widened with pride. He seems to approve of my outfit. Who would have thought Malfoy could blush?

During dinner, Narcissa asked me questions about Italy, and about how I was adjusting to life in Britain. I answered them truthfully, telling her that I did miss Italy a lot, but that I don't regret moving here. Draco stayed silent for the rest of the evening, eyes on his plate. Narcissa didn't seem to notice his lack of socializing, or she was used to his silence. The food was delicious, even better than the food at home, and I ate until I couldn't eat anymore.

Narcissa was first to excuse herself from the table, saying "Alright, darlings. I'll leave the two of you to 'hang out',"she air quoted the last bit.

As she walked past my chair, she bent and kissed my head. "Good night, sweetheart."

When she had gone, I turned to look at Draco. He had stood up from his chair and walked over to me.

"Corinna, you look stunning tonight," he said, no trace of sarcasm in his voice.

"Well, thank you. You're not too bad yourself," I winked at him playfully, standing up as well.

He grinned, pleased with my comment.

"So, what would you like to do?" he asked, looking at me.

I thought about this for a moment, considering my options. I hadn't planned on 'hanging out' with Draco, but I didn't want to be rude. What did I want to do, anyway? OH, I wonder if..

"Hey Draco, do you have a ballroom?" I asked, my face lighting up.

"Of course we have a ballroom," he said, like that was a stupid question. "Why do you ask?"

"You'll see! Take me there, please?" I pleaded, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

He looked at me curiously, and then laced his fingers through mine. He led me from the dining room, through the foyer, and down another hallway. The whole time, I was having a screaming match inside of my head.

What the hell am I doing? WHY IS HE HOLDING MY HAND? He said I was stunning. No one other than my father has ever complimented me like that before.. BUT HE'S MALFOY. Yes, but maybe there's more to him than I thought. He does look sort of handsome tonight. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? Ah, hell. I'm giving myself a headache.

We came to two huge gilded doors with golden handles shaped like snakes. I pulled a door open with my free hand and ran inside, dragging Draco with me. The room was huge, complete with marble floors and crystal chandeliers. I let go of Draco's hand and spun around in a circle, teetering dangerously on my heels. Yeah, these have got to go. I slipped the heels off and threw them to the side of the room.

I pulled my wand out of my bra and murmured, "Accio, Ipod."

Draco just raised an eyebrow at me, glancing at my chest.

"Well, where else did you expect me to put it? Do you see any pockets?" I huffed, twirling my dress.

My Ipod flew into the room and landed in my hand. I set my wand next to my shoes, and turned the Ipod on.

"Ready?" I asked Draco, smirking.

"What?..Oh, I..uh, can't dance," he muttered, looking at the ground.

When I looked at his face, he seemed a bit stressed. "It's okay, you don't have to. You can just watch if you want."

He nodded, leaning against the wall. I turned back to my playlist, scrolling indecisively. What song should I dance to? Something upbeat, maybe-

May I pick a song?" Draco asked from his perch on the wall.

"Do you even know any muggle songs?" I asked, skeptically.

He grinned mischievously, holding out his hand.

"Fine, but it has to be something fast."

I handed my Ipod to him and walked to the middle of the floor, spinning in place. What have I gotten myself into? I don't like the looks of that evil grin. My horrors were confirmed when Christina Aguilera's Dirrty started blasting through my Ipod. Oh God, I should have known that perv would try something like this.

"Draco, you are aware that this is one of the dirtiest songs ever created?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

"Exactly," he smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Fine, I'll humor you," I said, rolling my eyes.

I began to move my hips to the beat, creating a little routine to the music. I must admit, I did get a bit slutty, but I blamed the song. I mean, how can you dance to a song like that and not get a bit 'dirty'? I glanced over at Draco to find that he was blushing slightly, and he seemed entranced. Maybe it was the fact that I was so into my dance, or maybe it was something else completely, but I suddenly started dancing towards him.

When I reached him, I seductively grabbed him by the tie and began to pull him to the center of the dance floor. He looked shocked, but didn't resist. I released his tie and backed up into him, shaking my hips. He must have still been in shock, because he hesitated for a moment. However, when I continued to dance closely to him, he put his hands on my hips. We moved in time to the beat, our bodies in perfect harmony.

When the song ended, we were both sweating. It seemed like all of a sudden, realization swept over me. What am I doing dancing like a freaking hooker with Malfoy? I feel so..damn it.. I can't do this.

"Uh, I gotta go," I stammered, grabbing my wand and shoes.