The Mudblood Queen

Not So Bad After All

"These midnight rendezvous are kind of becoming a HABIT." I said chuckling. While I settled myself on the sofa opposite to him.

He finally looked up and was relieved that I threw on a cover up.

"A habit I'm not against." He said his trademark smirk in place. Settling back in his couch.

Is that so Mr. Malfoy? I'm not convinced.

"Well it's decided then. We will meet here everyday, past midnight, to revel in our late night rendezvous, being the nocturnal creatures we are."  I said, testing him for the truth of his previous statement.

Of course he would be abashed at the thought of making these midnight rendezvous a permanent change to his schedule,

Im sure he is completely against this idea, I mean why would he—

"Fine by me." He said nonchalantly.

Hold on what?

"Woah? you're okay with this!?" I asked not expecting this to be his answer,

He simply nodded.

I expected him to awkwardly wiggle his way out, saying 'that's not what I meant' or something.

but man was I wrong.

"Hold on. You mean, you just VOLUNTARILY agreed to meet my crazy-self, EVERY day, way past midnight, when I'm positively drunk on water and high on oxygen." I asked thoroughly perplexed.

He chuckled lightly. Shaking his head.

"I'm pretty sure 'fine by me' delivers the message all too well, for me to repeat myself." He said, cocking an eyebrow himself.

Hold on did he just agree TWICE?!

"But why?" I asked.

"Well for starters, I'm always up this late anyway, and I do get bored, seeing that Crabbe snores aren't the best company, at all. Besides you're tolerable, a pain in the arse, yes. But still tolerable. And MOST importantly, you seem too desperate and needy for MY company, so I figured nothing wrong in charity of my time, when it comes to you."  He finished smirking, almost challenging me to react.

He didn't turn the tables on me, he 360 degree flipped it around.

As if I wanted to meet his pale vampire arse daily.

"Pardon me but, Did you just say, I'm, I'M the needy one?! Me? moi?!" I asked offended, yet smiling.

To which he just nodded his head ever so calmly.

"Why you pricky little git!" I said throwing a cushion at him, that hit him square in the face.

He did NOT see that coming. The look on his face cracked me up so hard, I was wheezing for air.

He was laughing too.

But honestly, why did this feel so..... natural? Like us laughing was something I was supposed to be used to.

but before I could think much about it,

I was hit smack right on my forehead by a cushion, that I assume Malfoy threw back at me.

This was WAR now.

I threw the cushion back at him but he ducked and I sorely missed,

Instead the cushion knocked off a porcelain vase sitting on the table behind him, The vase hit the floor shattering into tiny pieces.

Oops.

Both of us flinched at the sudden sound. Worried for a second to see if the noise woke up someone.