Thicker Than Water {a Draco Malfoy story}

ten.

"Kids!" I heard echo from down the stairs. "Dinner is on the table!"

I looked up, slightly annoyed with the timing. "Coming, Mrs. Weasley!" I replied.

"Get Fred down here, would you?" She asked.

Stifling a laugh, I hollered back. "Yes, Ma'am!" I glanced down at the boy who lay beneath my straddled legs. "Dinner is ready," I smiled, relaying the message.

He rolled his eyes, running his hands along my thighs. "I would much rather stay here with you," he whispered, biting his lip. He knew that I couldn't resist when he did that. But in the month or so that we had been sneaking around, I was smarter than to fall for it.

"Maybe you can have me for dessert instead," I said cheekily, "if you're lucky."

I stood up, climbing off of the bed. "You know that I don't like to wait. I'm very impatient," he pleaded. Instead, I tossed his t-shirt back to him from where it had been discarded on the bedroom floor.

"Patience is a virtue," I reminded him.

He sat up, his ginger hair sticking up in every direction. "Don't you dare talk to me about virtues. I wouldn't quite call you pure." He pulled his shirt on and stood up.

I stepped closer to him and ran my hands through his hair, trying to smooth it down. But he was unable to resist my closeness. He grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply. I allowed my tongue to tease at his lips, making him eager for more. Just as one of his hands crept onto the small of my back, I pulled away. "You say that like it's a bad thing," I breathed. He gaped at me, upset that I would leave him hanging. "Come on," I said as I made my way towards the door, "It's time for dinner."

He followed me reluctantly, his head hung low in disappointment.

Despite our teasing and distractions, we were still some of the first ones to make it to the dinner table which was covered in a wide selection of food from turkey and leek pie, peas, and mash, all prepared by Molly with the help of Ginny, Emmeline and Tonks. Slowly, the room began to fill with people eager for a warm meal. Fred pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit down. I accepted, sitting down beside Hermione. George, who was sat diagonally from me and across from Fred, gave me a suspicious glance. Unsurprisingly, he had managed to figure out our little secret rather quickly when Fred never came into bed several nights in a row. Thankfully, he had kept quiet, not even telling Ron. However, I assumed that everyone else was beginning to catch on.

I grabbed his hand under the table, squeezing it tightly.

"Everything is all set for the trip back to Hogwarts tomorrow morning," Molly said as she placed a plate of yorkshire puddings on the table. "All of your trunks are packed?"

We all nodded, busying ourselves in our meals. I had always been excited for the start of term, but this year, I absolutely couldn't wait. I was so ready to get out of this house.

"Are you three ready for your O.W.L. year?" Arthur asked Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Hermione nodded confidently, "I've already started studying."

Harry and Ron groaned. "Don't remind us," Harry sighed annoyedly.

I laughed, "They aren't that bad."

"Says the girl who got seven Outstandings, and two Exceeds Expectations," Fred huffed next to me. I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything.

The conversation was plentiful tonight. The usual pre-Hogwarts thrill buzzed through the room, though there was a slight hesitance among all of us. After the return of Voldemort, there was an increasing uncertainty about what this year would have in store. No one knew what to expect, but we didn't dare talk about it.