Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

The pitch

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as Draco held my hand and guided me through the corridors.

He turned to me, raised his eyebrows, and said smugly,

"You'll see"

A smile crept onto my face and I allowed Draco to take me wherever he wanted.

We walked out of the castle and towards the quidditch pitch.

I stopped when we reached the changing rooms.

"Nope," Draco said grabbing my hand and guiding me to the pitch.

We stood in the middle of the grass. I looked around at all of the empty seats.

"Cool isn't it," he said standing close to me.

I gave a small nod, waiting.

He met his lips with mine, his hands holding my head.

I held his hip with one hand and the other stroked that little gap where your hair meets your neck.

He deepened the kiss and I muffled a groan. He broke away and said,

"You don't need to do that here"

I remembered where we were and returned to the kiss.

***

I breathed deeply as we both laid on the grass.

"That was great" I whispered.

"Yeah, it was," Draco said turning to his side. He gave me a short, gentle kiss.

I traced my finger on the bandages of my now shirtless chest.

I got up and pulled my trousers back on.

"Where are you going?" Draco said in a sleepy haze.

"Back to school, they'll be wondering where we are," I said picking up my shirt from the ground.

I untied the emerald tie from my wrist and chucked it at Draco.

He gave a half chuckle as the tie landed on his chest.

"Let them wonder," he said.

I thought for a moment.

"We can skip lunch, but after that, we really need to go back," I said sitting back down.

"That's if you can even walk," he said with a smirk.

***

"Alright, now we can go back," Draco said breathlessly.

He got up and pulled his trousers back on. I handed him his tie. After he got dressed he extended his hand out to me. I grabbed it and was pulled up.

I put my own clothes back on.

"Come with me to Gryfinndor," I said as we walked off the pitch.

He nodded and we walked back.

I shuffled around the common room looking for my stuff.

"Do you want to get your stuff?" I asked.

"Like what?" He replied with a question.

"What do you mean? Like your books and equipment," I said crossing my arms.

"Oh, I'll just pinch a few sheets of parchment from you," he said with a hint of entitlement.

"Will you?" I said, pretending to be unimpressed.

He leaned in and held his mouth to my ear,

"Try and stop me Potter" he whispered seductively.

I just shook my head, like a parent shakes their head when you've said something so true it's funny, but it's also kind of rude.

The Weasley's used to do it every time Fred and George did basically anything.

We arrived at McGonagall's classroom, ready for transfiguration.

I caught Cho looking at me as she passed in the corridor. I think Draco spotted it as well.

I do feel a bit sorry for her, she clearly used to have a bit of a crush on me. I don't know if she still does, but it's possible. I hope not, for her sake. Maybe I should make a bit more of an effort to be her friend.

She must know I could never fancy her. It's not her fault, it's just, well you know.

She's a she.