Lie To Me

Part 16

Draco Malfoy
I had told Kit to meet me in the forest straight after classes.
But she was late and I doubted whether she would turn up at all after she heard what I had said about her.
I couldn't lie to myself anymore. There was no point. Kit did mean something to me. More than I cared to admit.
She had grown on me and I didn't truly understand why my parents wanted me to hate her so much.
Surely two of the most powerful Slytherin families working together would be beneficial?
Yet there was part of me that chose to still despise her. Though that part was smaller than the other, it was still there. It was her family that was putting mine in danger.
I would sometimes sit up in bed and try to convince myself not to fall for her and to keep my guard up. I told myself that she was no good and at any moment she could turn against me.
But then I remembered how we kissed, and how her hand felt in mine as we walked together, and how we both stole glances at each other in our study periods together.
The feeling I got when I was around her was strange. I hadn't quite worked out what that feeling was yet, but I knew that it was a good type of strange feeling.

My thoughts were interrupted by the crunching of dead leaves under someone's foot. By the constant huffs and curses I knew it was Kit. As she entered the clearing I couldn't help but smile as she was wrapped up in her scarf that covered her chin, and her nose and cheeks were bright red from the cold.
"You're a cruel cruel boy Draco Malfoy. Making me freeze out here." She huffed and I involuntarily smiled at her again.
"Calm down princess."
"What do you want?" She sighed as she stopped a good few metres away from me. I put my hands up before I started speaking.
"Now, I know you're going to hate me for what I said to that Ravenclaw girl. But, I didn't mean it and-"
"I don't hate you." She shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What?"
"I don't hate you. I understand why you said it." She said kicking some leaves on the ground.
"You do?" I asked.

Of course she didn't know the real reason was that I was trying to convince myself that she didn't mean anything to me, for my parents sake. They would curse me if they found out how I truly felt about her.

"Keep whatever this is between us a secret, remember?" She said and I sighed.
"O-oh yeah, thank god you remembered and aren't mad."
I had completely forgotten I had said to keep us secret.
"I'm not mad. I did have fun today though."
"What? With Weasel?" I asked.
"Fred and yes. He's quite the funny guy, after I accidentally punched him in the face." She grinned and I cringed at the thought that her, a powerful Slytherin, would ever have fun with a Weasley.
"Sure you did."
"Jealous?" She taunted, sauntering over towards me.
"Not at all."
"Why not?"
"Because I know you would never be with a Weasley." I laughed.
"That's mean. And you never know." She said and folded her arms.
"Oh but I do know. And I am mean and that's why you're here." I said and she giggled lightly and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I still wasn't used to this type of affection, and it took me a moment to wrap my arms back around her.

I was expecting her to just hug me and that would be it, except she held on for longer and sighed against my chest.
I could tell something was on her mind.
I rubbed her back gently and she sighed again.
"Can we walk back to the castle. I'm freezing." She said and I nodded.
"What's with all the sighs?" I said and she slipped her hand in mine.
"Just thinking about the dance." She said and I couldn't help but scoff. "What?"
"Why are you even thinking about it? It's not important." I said and shrugged.
"Everyone's been asked all the girls talk about it in our dorm." She sighed.
"Stop worrying. Who cares." I shrugged and she pulled her hand out of mine and began walking faster.
I hadn't even said anything wrong this time.

I stopped in my tracks and shook my head.
"Oi!" I shouted and she turned.
"What asshole!"
"You're going to leave me without a kiss?" I grinned and she rolled her eyes before she started wandering back towards me.
"You don't deserve one." She scoffed and I quickly took a gentle hold of her chin and pressed my lips to hers.
She kissed back, putting a hand on the back of my neck. As she pulled away she pressed another small peck to my lips before she started walking away again.
I watched her walk away and sighed, wishing that the kiss had lasted longer and wishing that I could hold her in my arms again.