Nova Snape; A Draco Malfoy-Severus Snape story (Completed and Edited)

Chapter Four

I raced Draco down the small hill to the bench in front of the fountain. As soon as I sat down I started eating. I looked up at the sky to see it covered in dark grey clouds.

"Draco, I think it's going to rain"

"Yeah, so? Afraid of getting your hair wet?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"I'm wearing white today" Of all days to wear my white button down shirt, it had to be the day it's supposed to rain. Almost as soon as I looked up towards the sky again, it started to down pour. "Ash!" I let out a small scream as I ran to stand under the building. "Draco, get up here!" He didn’t move. "Come on! You're going to catch pneumonia!" He still just stood there, staring at me.

"You're beautiful" Was what I think I heard from the bottom of the small hill. Oh my... did he really just say that? This just put a serious kink in our friendship. I mean sure, I liked him, as more than a friend but I never thought he would like me the same way.

"What?" I yelled to him, playing the 'I didn't hear you' card.

"You heard me, Nova! I've wanted to ask you this for a long time! I kind of want to be more than friends! What do you think?" I could see him shaking either from the cold or being nervous... or both. He had really just asked the question I have wanted him to since we first met. Oh gosh... WHAT DO I DO?! I randomly remember the fact that he looked cold so I ran back down the hill and stopped just in front of Draco.

"Draco, I, I mean of cours-" Before I could finish, Draco rushed forward, closing the gap in between us. He grabbed my head with both hands and crashed his lips onto mine. I forgot where I was and relaxed, just letting Draco take the lead. He broke us apart almost too soon

"So will you be my girlfriend then?" he still had my head in his hands.

"Well, I didn't run away, or scream, so yes" I looked into those grey eyes, feeling at home. A smile started forming on his face. The only thing I wanted to know right now was how long he has felt this way about me. But I couldn't will myself to ask. What if he laughs in my face for asking a stupid question? Before I continue the argument in my head my mouth betrayed me and asked him, "How long?"

"How long for what?" He asked, with a smile still on his face.

"How long have you felt this way about me?"