Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Party of two.

We step inside and it's rather roomier in there than I thought. We turn back around, Blaise says something before closing the door and locking us in.

It's dark in here.. and I already need another shot.

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"So how are you liking Hogwarts so far?" Draco sits against the door.

I decided to join him sitting, "Not bad. Different from Beauxbatons."

"So that's where you're from."

"Mhm." I start to poke around the random things in the closet.

"Why'd you transfer?"

"My father thought it was time for me be where 'I rightfully belong'."

His head props up. "What did he mean by that?"

"I have no fucking idea. Why don't you ask him?" I whip my hand back after touching mysteriously fuzzy.

"So I'm meeting the parents already," He chuckles, "That was quick."

I roll my eyes, "Shut up, you git."

We come to a silence.
"This is how you wanna spend your 7 minutes in heaven? Asking questions?"

Draco shrugs, "Did you have something else in mind?" He looks at me with a sly smirk.

"Ugh no. Don't even think about it."

He goes back to asking more questions, "So how do you know Tori?"

"We live across the street from each other. She's been my best friend for years. What about you?"

He fiddles with a button he's found on the floor, "What about me?"

"You don't look the type to be friends with Tori."
He chuckles, "Well, she did slap me on our first day of school first year."

"I remember her telling me that! You pushed her so she slapped you."

He nods, "She's the first girl I actually tolerated. She earned my respect."

"Who was that girl that was calling you 'Drakeyyyyy'?"

"Pansy Parkinson. We used to date."

No way.
"You? Used to date her?"

"I dumped her after a month last year. She's delusional. She thinks we're still together."

Silence filled the room again.

I decide to have a little fun, "Do you wanna snog a little?"

I see his eyes widen in anticipation,
"Yeah, you're pretty fucking hot."
I hear him reply as I look at the lightbulb above is.

I shrug my shoulders, "Ok."

A few seconds go by before I whip my head in his direction to see him leaning over to me.

I lean back, "what are you doing?"

He stops and looks at me dumbfounded.
"You-you asked if I wanted to snog," He pleads as he's still towering over me.

I push him off as I start to sit back up, "I asked if you wanted to, I didn't say I would."

I see his cheeks start to turn pink.

I begin to yawn. I lay on the floor in the fetal position, and slowly close my eyes.
"I'm gonna take a nap, ok? Wake me up when they let us out."