Slytherin Lover

Third year: Detention

"There you both are."
You walk into professor Lupin's classroom. You still haven't spoken to Draco, and you're not planning on talking to him now, even though you know Draco will expect you to do so, just because you two have detention together.
"You'll both be writing some lines for me", professor Lupin says. You sigh unnoticeably. Then he leaves the room, without saying another word.
"Blanche", you hear Draco say, who's taken his place on the other side of the classroom. You ignore him, and start writing your lines.
"Come on, Blanche", Draco says again. He stands up from his seat and walks closer to you. He takes away your quill, stopping you from writing. You sigh defeated and stare up at him.
"I'd like to stay out of trouble, Draco. If you would just give back my quill I can finish my lines."
A smirk appears on his face. The famous Draco Malfoy smirk. You sigh once again.
"Draco.."
"It's almost Christmas, Blanche", Draco starts. The smirk cannot be swept off his face.
"I'm very well aware of that, Draco. Now can I please continue ?"
"Come on", he says. He takes your quill with him, and walks towards the exit of the classroom. You sigh and stand up, only to see that he has actually left the classroom.
"Wait, Draco ! You can't leave !" You try, but he only turns around to give you a smirk.
"Don't worry, Blanche. Professor Lupin won't come back any time soon."
You hesitate, look around you, but there is indeed no one around.
"Just come along", you hear Draco say. With a loud sigh, you close the door of Lupin's classroom, and follow Draco.
"And where do you even want to go ?" You say, running closer to him to keep up with his pace.
"Blanche, we can go wherever we want."
"No, we cannot. There are no lessons anymore today. Everyone's free. They will be either in their dorms, in the Great Hall, or somewhere around the school."
He stops walking and looks you into your eyes. You stare back into his, your eyebrows furrowed.
"What ?"
"You shouldn't worry so much. I promise you nothing will happen", he says, now with a genuine smile instead of the Draco Malfoy smirk.
"And you're saying that I should trust you ?" You say, crossing your arms.
"I think that'd be very wise, yes", he says. You roll with your eyes, but your eyes immediately return to his face. You somehow can't look away from him.
"Just so you know, I do not trust you Draco. Not at all. And I don't like you, and I'd rather just be back in Lupin's classroom now."
"Blanche, don't be so harsh", Draco sarcastically says with one eyebrow lifted, and a smile on his face. You roll with your eyes once again, only this time, you're not able to hide your smile. You quickly look away from him, not wanting him to see your smile.
"I have to show you something", Draco says. He continues to walk through the halls and you follow him. You don't even know why though. Draco has never been nice to you, but right now he seemed like a different person. You like him this way. Yet he never acts like this when other people are around. Like he was ashamed of you, or perhaps he didn't want to ruin his image.
"Where are we going ?" you ask, but Draco doesn't answer. He's still smiling as he walks into the Great Hall. You follow him, but stop walking and look around the room. You look your eyes out. Christmas lights are everywhere, the fireplace looks warm and cozy, and not to forget the Christmas tree. It's even bigger than last year, and it's extremely beautiful. The ceiling makes it looks like it's snowing, and it puts a smile on your face. You quickly glance at Draco, and catch him staring at you. A pink blush reaches your cheeks.
"How is it no one's around ?" you quickly ask, hoping that Draco won't see your pink blush.
"Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor against Slytherin", he explains. You close your eyes. You had completely forgotton about the Quidditch match today. You quickly open your eyes again and stare at Draco.
"But - why aren't you playing then ? You are Slytherin's Seeker."
"Lupin. He's not letting me play because of detention."
Your expression falls. You come closer to him, a sad look still on your face.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Draco", you genuinely say. Even though your face has a sad expression, he's smiling softly.
"I'm not complaining", he smiles.
You raise an eyebrow. Draco is the most fanatical Quidditch player you have ever met. Whenever he would miss a match, he would turn mad. And not just slightly. One time, the whole Quidditch match got cancelled because Draco couldn't play.
"Oh dear," you start, "what's happened to the drama queen Draco Malfoy ?''
You tease him with a smirk, that of course looks nothing like Draco's. It surprises you that he does not look offended at all. In fact, his smile becomes even wider.
"I'm afraid I like this more than a Quidditch match", he replies. Forget you cheeks being slightly pink, they're now as bright red as they can possibly be.
"Oh dear, is that Blanche Lightwood who's blushing ?" He teases you.
"Oh, shut up", you roll with your eyes.
Then, all of the sudden, some of the students return to the Great Hall. A few at first, but more and more come through the doors by the second.
"I'm afraid it's time to go, princess", Draco smiles as he takes your hand. You're still smiling like crazy. Then he starts running. He guides you out of the Great Hall, before any student or teacher could notice you two, and you run up to Lupin's classroom. Once you're both there, you take your seat at your table, and so does Draco. An enormous smile is on your face as you think about what just happened. Before you hear professor Lupin walk in, you immediately pretend to work, but you cannot focus. Not anymore. Thinking about Draco, the person he had now become, made you feel weird in your stomach. A good kind of weird. It was a feeling that you never wanted to leave your body.