Jo's P.O.V
I walked out to the courtyard and saw that Draco wasn't there yet. Instead I found a bench. I rested my head on my hands with a sigh. Where is that boy?
I looked through the windows into the hallways. People walked around, talking to friends or go to dinner. The blonde that I call my boyfriend wasn't there.
Suddenly, I saw a figure standing in front of me. It seemed as if they had come out of nowhere. I looked up and, to my relief, it was my very own, Draco Malfoy. I grinned at him and stood up.
"Where did you come from?" I asked. He smirked. After looking around, he grabbed my hand. Before me I saw a whole picnic layout, but from the bench I had seem sitting on, I hadn't seen it. The blanket was charmed to be a display of the stars. I smiled at them. Instead of a picnic basket, there were two silver trays of food with lids on time. I guess someone knows where the kitchens are. Around the edges of the blanket, five candles were lit. I couldn't hold back my grin as I realized what he had done. He put a charm around the picnic area so no one would be able to see us.
"This is amazing, Draco." I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. He grinned.
"I'm glad you like it." Moving aside, he said, "Well, my dear, please do take a seat." I giggled and sat down and he sat directly across from me. He grasped both my hands in his.
"So, I hear both you and Potter --"
"Harry." He rolled his eyes.
"-- had an outburst in Umbridges class." He raised his eyebrows as I groaned.
"Hermione started it!" He burst out laughing. I couldn't help but smile at my childishness.
"Oh, did she now?" He asked. I nodded.
"She was telling Umbridge how stupid it was that we have to learn strictly from textbooks instead of joining in. Practically everyone in Gryffindor joined in. I lost it when she took points from Harry because he said we might need to use defensive spells when Lord Voldemort comes around." He cringed at the name. I knew Voldemort was a touchy subject with him, so I tried not to bring it up all that often. But, hey, he asked.
Apart of me wondered if he believed the newspapers. I've known for quite some time that he doesn't like Dumbledore, but what about Harry and I? What if he thinks I'm a wack-job. What if -- what if he brought me here to break up with me. My breath sped up drastically. What if he broke up with me? I would just shrivel up and die. Because I really like Draco. There's a good chance that the word love was in order too. I felt my hands be squeezed.
Draco was watching me closely. "What's worrying you?" He knows me all too well.
"It's nothing." I said while looking down. His hand found its way to my cheek, turning my face so I was facing him. My heart skipped a bit as I looked into his stormy gray eyes (look at the pictures -- his eyes are more gray than blue).
"Anything that worries you worries me too." He said quietly. His face was an inch away, our noses brushing slightly. He pressed his lips to mine. Just him doing that was a reassurance that he wouldn't break up with me. There's no way that he didn't feel the tingles emitting from where our lips were touching. I laid my hands on his chest as his arms found their way around my waist. He's such a great kisser. Not that I've ever kissed anyone other than him. He was my first kiss. I mentally grinned as he licked my upper lip, begging for entrance. I pulled away slightly.
"Dinner time?"
He groaned. "You're such a tease." I smiled innocently.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He rolled his eyes.
