Wildfire • D.M

F o u r t e e n

As soon as Alora entered the hall she made a beeline towards the Gryffindor table. Ron and hermione sniggered at her as she walked in and sat next to them, harry was less amused..
The two looked at her with knowing eyes, Alora gave a questionable look back. Harry on the other hand was displeased to say the least, he was mad and it radiated around him and filled the air.

"Sooo.." Ron dragged out the first word. "Where did you sneak off to last night?" He asked eagerly with a Cheshire grin on his face.

"Bed was empty and I didn't hear you creeping back in." Hermione added on in a 'as a matter of factly' tone.

"Since when did you two become my parents?" She laughed nervously as all their attention was aimed directly at her.

"So. Who where you with all night hmm?" Ron persisted earning a burning side eye from harry.

Alora put on the most innocent looking face she could manage.
"W-what do you mean?" She paused. "I guess I just forgot about the curfew and came back a little later by accident." She lied. Everyone could sense the hesitation in her voice.

"First off... you're a horrible liar. And secondly, don't pretend that we didn't see Malfoy coming in here right after you did."

She was caught.

Harry, who had been silently picking at his food, heard what hermione said and it had peaked his interest. From the corners of his eyes saw the two staring holes through Alora.
With fiery eyes he finally looked directly at Alora for the first time that morning. He hadn't said a word yet. However, what seemed like a grimace danced across his lips.
His eyes waited for her response because he knew he wasn't going to like it either way.

When there was nothing but silent and she hadn't said anything in return Harry had confirmed the answer. He felt a lump in his throat that he didn't understand. His emotions overcame him and he peeled himself from everyone, Alora watching in confusion, and left the hall with heavy steps.

Alora wondered if it were something that she had said, or didn't say in this situation. She looked at his closest friends for an answer but they looked equally as confused.

"Don't mind him, he's been moody lately." Hermione finally spoke up.

But Alora can only watch disappointedly as Harry walked out of sight, not turning back once to face her.

It was fourth period, divination class.
Draco wasn't paying any attention in class at all. Instead, he held a long gaze at Alora as he reminisced on what happened that morning. A soft smile graced his lips at the thought.

(6 hours prior)

Draco woke up abruptly to the gentle sounds of soft grumbling. He opened his eyes and they immediately widened upon seeing Alora lying next to him her silky hair swept messily across her face as she slept and his arm was laying... across her waist.
Her white shirt was raised slightly causing a sliver of her milky stomach to show making draco gulp.
He intended to move his arm but as soon as he attempted to Alora shifted underneath it. He was nervously burning up at that moment. The red pigment had already seeped into his creamy skin.
She began to mumble incoherently. He smiled at her cute sleep habits.

He didn't know how but he felt so close to her in the moment, not just because they were literally pressed up against each other on a tiny single bed but personally. Was it the fact that she was so welcoming and charming or because he wanted something that was too good for him? This was unusual for Draco. He'd never had much interest in girls, or people for a matter of fact, he just wanted to make his family proud. But now something has finally entered his life that had nothing to do with his family name.. and he found himself wanting her as well. However whenever draco lingered on the topic he didn't know why he was so intrigued by a girl like Alora. She didn't care much for his reputation or family and could care less, she wasn't oblivious to it but she just never acknowledged it. She was good, innocent and pure and he was, well.. the complete opposite.

She continued to incoherently ramble in her sleep and squirm besides him. He tried not to laugh to wake her and covered his mouth with a hand while he propped the other arm up to hold his own head. His eyes lingered on her face and stopped abruptly at her soft pink lips. He is half lidded eyes felt drawn to them, wanting nothing more than his lips to make contact with hers.

"...mhm....draco." She....moaned?

Draco stopped breathing.

He didn't blink once.

He was utterly speechless.

Did he heard what he thought he did? His widened impossibly at the girl besides him. His face burning fiercely and his lips becoming dry. He tried to suppress the growing feeling erupting in his body as he watched her mutter his name in her sleep. He was at a loss for words and actions.

She began to roll over slightly and grumble. Draco threw his head back onto the mattress and pretended to be asleep. She grumbled and awoken. Her face as flushed as his.

After when she had asked him what happened he panicked and decided just to not tell her that he knew. He could notice her shyness and chose to covert the fact that he heard her sinful dreams. It was difficult enough for him to justify accidentally falling asleep on the same bed, telling her that he was secretly eavesdropping would just look worst on his part.
But Draco also felt flustered, a very unusual feeling for him, because now he could confirm that Alora wanted him... as much as he wanted her. He couldn't deny the strong attraction he felt for her.

And then he decided that...

He wanted to kiss her so badly.