Last Words Should Always Be I Love You ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 11

"Trust me. My older sister taught me a spell for this, and the outcome is both hilarious and perfectly safe." Elissa chuckled, brandishing her wand as if it were a weapon of great power. To Genevieve though, it was. She sat nervously on the side of the bed, hands digging into the duvet so much that her knuckles were almost as white as the Bloody Baron himself.

"I don't know if I want to do this. I'm unfortunate looking enough as it is, and my hair is so unruly-"

"Fine. Not the make-up spell. Just the hair one." Senemare interuptted reassuringly, and Elissa gave a holler of protest. Senemare glared at her as if challenging.

"No fair, Senemare!" Elissa shouted, and Bizelda giggled sleepily from the floor (she was hiding under the bed, reading Witch Weekly).

"That rhymed..." She said dozily, and Elissa shot sparks under the bed in anguish. Bizelda howled and tumbled onto the carpet with a thud and a cloud of dust, her magazine hurling against the wall.

"Senemare, just let me have a go, it won't hurt-" Elissa continued, pleading. Senemare looked down on her, eyes bright and teasing.

"The way your magic record is going, Lumos could hurt someone." Senemare said snootily, and Bizelda guffawed as Elissa turned scarlet. "But no, you don't do anything to anyone without their permission. If Gen only wants the hair spell done, then so be it."

"You must be fun at parties." Elissa snapped, but turned to Genevieve who was mentally preparing herself anyway, and smirked deviously.

"Capillum Auctum-" She mumbled, flicking the wand with her wrist in Genevieve's direction. With her eyes shut tight, she had been bracing herself for the worst and immense pain imaginable, but when nothing happened, Genevieve sighed with relief.

Then, when her scalp began to tingle, she leapt to her feet and began clutching her head wildly.

"SHE DIDN'T FRY YOUR BRAIN, DID SHE?!" Bizelda yelled, jumping on the bed and bouncing up and down excitedly. "DID SHE?!"

"Gen-" Elissa stumbled forward, eyes concerned and panic stricken. "Are you okay-"

"Fine." Genevieve choked, gulping and letting her hands drop to her side. "It just felt strange, that's all-"

"Oh Gen!" Senemare screeched. Gen looked at her wildly, crazed. "Your hair!"

All three girls gasped, and Genevieve looked down to her feet; thick inky tresses of hair had began to pool around her. She bent down and tugged at them, thinking her hair had fallen out and that she was now bald- but as she spun around to see if there was anymore to pick up, the hair followed her- and it weighed a tonne too.

The other girls rushed forward and began picking up armfuls of it, piling it onto Genevieve's arms until she could barely see past her nose. It smelt of burnt sugar, the smell that accompanied magic such as this- teenage trickster spells.

"How on earth am I meant to carry all this around with me!" Genevieve cried, as she almost dropped the pile at her feet. Elissa looked at the floor guiltily, Bizelda rushed forward to touch the new fifty foot of silky raven hair, and Senemare admired Gen curiously.

"We'd better go and see Madam Pomfrey." Senemare sighed, picking up her robes and tugging them on despairingly.

"Just be thankful we don't have lessons tomorrow." Bizelda laughed as her and Genevieve left the room.

Senemare walked precariously in front of Genevieve, carrying a bundle of hair which was still growing. They reached the bottom of the staircase, and the common room fire was still blazing. Genevieve was groaning at the extra weight on her neck.

"Do you know what?" Senemare suggested, turning around and balancing the extra 10 feet of hair onto Genevieve's aching arms. "I'll get Madam Pomfrey, you stay here and try not to break your neck." And before Genevieve could say another word, she was gone. Gen looked after her for a moment, admiringly, and then turned and flopped down on the sofa. 

Well, attempted to.

As she sat, she slid straight off again, landing on the floor with a thud, the air knocked out of her. She wondered if it was Peeves the Poltergiest, but found that the ends of her hair had become lodged under a chair about twenty feet away. Scrambling back onto the sofa, she tugged hard at the roots of her hair, hoping for the tips to become unlodged, but to no avail. It just hurt her head more. 

Moaning, she approached the chair and crouched down, letting the ends free from the wooden leg of the chair and began bundling it up in her aching arms. Once upright, her back stiff and sore, she began walking backwards, watching her footsteps so she would not fall over. 

Almost at the sofa, She thought to herself impatiently.

Then a door creaked behind her, and she yelped, dropping the mountinous piles of hair to the floor and tripping on it, her foot tangled and unable to dislodge, and she began falling to the ground-

A sturdy pair of arms in silken robes embraced her. Her eyes flew open, and her breathing was frantic and shallow, but she looked up and saw the silvery grey eyes and silky blonde locks of Draco Malfoy staring down at her. She wished she had fallen and that the earth had swallowed her whole.

Stuttering, she heaved herself to her feet and looked down at the flagstones beneath his.

"Draco, I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to-"

"What's going on here?" The words were scornful, but his tone was light-hearted and playful. She felt blush blossoming on her cheekbones and laughed nervously along with him.

"Elissa- she tried a spell- my hair- tripped-" Draco cut her off, smiling down at her affectionately.

"Would you like some help gathering it all up?"

Genevieve, mortified, looked up then and saw Draco's shimmering silver eyes latch onto her own. Her breath left her once again, purely because of his captivating gaze.

"If you wouldn't mind-" She whispered and he bent down to the floor and started gathering up the lot of it. Her mind began racing, and her body felt on fire, despite the fact he was only toucing her abnormally long hair.

"It would be my pleasure." He said huskily (and out of breath) as he stood upright and adjusted his weight so his arms didn't snap. "I must say, that's quite a load you've got there."

Genevieve forgot to breath for a couple of seconds, and only snapped out of her dream when he waved a hand in front of her face. It was a nice hand.

"Thanks." She chuckled awkwardly, and they stood there for tense silence briefly.

"Would you like me to take this up to your room?" He asked, peering over the hair in his arms. She looked taken aback, and blushed furiously when she meant the hair, and not himself. She was getting a bit carried away. 

"Thank you." She said quietly, and began walking up the stairs to her dormitory. Her mind was ablaze with passionate thoughts, and only realized halfway up the stairs that she was in a simple white night dress and that Draco was behind her, and could probably see her legs. Was probably looking her legs.

Thinking about touching her legs-

She stumbled up the steps, and Draco hollered something, and then Genevieve was on her back and her hair was smothering her and the wooden steps were pressing against her spine and two arms were around her- And they were Draco's-

"Ohmygod, I'msosorry-" He babbled, red in the face, and Genevieve felt his hips on hers, and realized there was less than three layers of fabric separating their skin- He brought himself to his feet, blushing, and extended a hand to Genevieve who was dazed and alarmed and was actually missing his weight on top of hers.

As he helped her up, his hand brushed her waist and lingered on her hip and her stomach lurched.

"I can carry on from here." She muttered flustered, grabbing her hair and turning away.

"I'm sorry, Genevieve-" Draco said, frustrated and exasperated, but she was already in her dormitory, slamming the door in his face so he felt awful and slunk back to bed hating himself, but was surprised how much he wanted to touch her again. 

And she felt the exact same way.