ONE WORD, ONE LOVE, ONE STORY: DRARRY✓

CHAPTER EIGHT: COTTAGES AND REALISATION

Draco

We both walk through the whole castle trying to find a place to spend our week of suspension.

Nothing comes up.

We can't find any place to stay for five days.

Finally we find the fifth floor prefects bathroom and we take a nice long bath there.

"This is nice!" I exclaim as I lower myself down in the hot water.

"I know. How did you figure out the password?" Harry asks as he plays with the bubbles around him.

"It was easy. I just figured it would be related to something." I say trying to keep a straight face.

"You already knew didn't you?" He asks smiling.

"Yeah I saw a prefect come here." I say.

"Well that's fine but where are we going to go after this relaxing bath--I'm never getting out of here." He groans slipping a little more into the tub.

"Well it's about evening, and most will all be inside, so I was thinking we should take a stroll through the castle and see if we can find something." I exclaim.

"Cool. And also I want to see what Hermione and Blaise are doing." He says playing with the bubbles.

Harry was trying to catch them but they would just puff out, and he would pout and it was something I wanted to see everyday because it's just way too adorable!

That's it.

I don't know why but this thing pulling at my chest pushing me forward was nothing but lust.

How? I don't know.

But all I knew was that I wanted him, that stupid scarhead Harry Potter in my arms and I want to cuddle with him forever.

I blushed at that thought and looked away from Harry.

"Come on Harry, let's get out. The water is getting cold." I say as I pull myself up to the railing of the tub.

"Yeah coming!" He says and I turn around to pick up my clothes and and use my wand to clean my now soaked knickers.

After I was fully dressed and felt fresh, I turned around and saw Harry ascend from the tub.

And I died.

I literally died.

He was all soaked and his hair had been pushed back and his whole body glistened in the bare light that came through the windows.

I snap out of reviere and look away, suddenly interested in the plain white tiles on the floor.

After a few minutes or so, Harry says,

"Come on Draco! Let's go."

I turn around and follow the scarhead.

As predicted, the castle was almost empty, except for a few teachers and Flitch.

We had to hide from time to time, just so to not be seen and it was going sucessful.

Finally we ascend from the sixth floor to the seventh and the air around us becomes cold but at the same time warm.

We stroll through the floor, watching the now empty and abandoned classroom sitting there waiting for someone to come and use them.

Why in the hell am I thinking what these classroom might feel!?!!!

As we walk through, a door appears right besides of me.

I look at it and it seemed like an old door, still fighting the rain.

What in the world is happening! Why am I thinking like this?

I call Harry to come and see with me, as to what this door was and as usual poor little chosen one was scared, so I went first.

It looked like a small cottage through the inside.

The fire place there was burning and spreading warmth through my now iced numb fingers.

The walls and the floor were draped with green and red tapestries and carpets.

There were two arm chairs situated in front of the fire and a big floor to ceiling bookshelf, filled with all sorts of books.

I grabbed Harry and pulled him inside.

"Woah! I'm not getting out of here." Harry exclaims.

"That's what you said in the tub boy." I say smirking.

I move away from him and roam through the place.

There was a small kitchen at the right of what I assume would be the living room and through the left was a bedroom, with a small bathroom included.

I walked through the bedroom, looking at the beautiful tapestries dangling above the bed and on either side of a large window.

I looked into it, get a big glance of the whole quidditch pitch, the forest and even the village.

It was insanely beautiful!

I notice that there was a small wooden dresser besides the window, far back to the wall and I walk towards it.

I open the first drawer, only to be met with two pairs of clothes, one that fitted my perfectly and the other which was way too small.

I would know because that small bundle was my first choice.

In the second drawer, there were bottles of ink, different feathered quills and a huge amount of parchment.

I push the drawer back and open the thrird one which was empty.

I go back to the living room, just to see Harry sleeping softly and snoring quietly.

I didn't want to wake him up but I was sure he won't be comfortable with the stiff neck when he wakes up.

I walk up to him, kneeling down, trying to wake him up.

"Hey! Harry! Wake up. Come sleep in the room." I say softly as I shake his leg.

He shuffles a little but doesn't wake up.

I try again.

I try still again.

I once more tried.

And finally at the fourth tru to wake Harry up he wakes up.

He sure is a heavy sleeper.

"Hey scarhead! Go get changed. The clothes are in the first drawer of the dresser and then you can sleep in the bed." I say as softly as I could.

He looks at me groggily and nods, stumbling his way through the place.

I sigh.

I've fallen in way too deep.

I sit down at the place where Harry sat, just soaking up the warmth.

I look at the bookshelf besides the fire place and I close my eyes.

I walk to the bookshelf, eyes closed and I pick a random book from it.

I open my eyes and I flip the cover to see what kind of book it was.

I read the letters on the first page and I instantly blushed.

On it, it was written:-

How to confess.

I sighed.

"This is what I deserve." I mutter to myself as I sit down, reading the book.

And I don't notice but eventually I fall into a deep slumber.