Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Doesn't count, right?

"So what are you gonna do, Harry? Ron asks as he scarfs down some sugar quills.
"I've read the letters. She seems nice, like we were really friends." He puts his hands in his pockets. He looks to Hermione, "Any luck at the library?"
Hermione shakes her head, "Nothing historical about someone else named 'Joy'."

Harry shrugs his shoulders, "As much as I hate to admit... I have to ask Draco about it. He's the only connecting factor between 'Joy' and I." Ron chokes on the sugar, "Are you bloody mad? He'll hex you before he ever tells you something useful."
Hermione rolls her eyes, "Honestly, do you ever stop eating?!" She turns to Harry, "If she told you to protect Draco, maybe he has a soft spot for her. Maybe he'll help."

Harry chuckles, "Who could ever love someone like Malfoy?"

-

I head back to the dungeons when I run into Blaise on the way there.

"Blaise! I call out. He turns around and waits for me to run up to him. "What's up, Rosie?"
"Have you seen Draco anywhere? He has something of mine that I want back." I ask. He chuckles, "Was it... your heart?"
He smirks, before I pushed him. "Shut up, you git! Have you seen him or not?" He chuckles some more before answering me, "Up in the dorm. Make sure you knock first."
I roll my eyes and walk into the common room.

I head up the staircase to the boys dormitories in search of the room labeled 'Malfoy & Zabini', which didn't actually take long for my to find.

As a courtesy to Blaise, I did as I was told.

I knocked first. No answer.

I knocked again. No answer.

Alright, I tried.
I whipped out my wand. "Alohamora!"

The door flung wide open and revealed Malfoy laying on his bed. He shoots up and stands on his feet, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

I roll my eyes, "I want my ring back." I walk towards him with my hand out.
He scoffs, "It's not yours." I argue back, "Yes, it is!" He gets the ring off of a chain that was hanging on his neck. I could be mistaken... but it looked like there were two rings on the chain, almost like they were matching... but his shadow made it too hard to tell.

He sneers, "Alright, I'll give it to you if you tell me how you really got it." He slowly walks up to me. I chuckle, "I can just make you give it me, you know." He raises one eyebrow, "Really? How exactly are you gonna do that?"

Malfoy's now towering over me as he looks down to me and I look up to him.
I could tell his treats are completely empty, he has no backbone to actually do anything that would actually harm me. So as any girl would, I use the oldest trick in the book.

I stand at the tip of my toes and plant one on him.

His lips were soft and willing. I grabbed his jacket to pull him closer to me to deepen the kiss... but it was still gentle, and soothing.

Imagine my surprise when I felt him kiss me back.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled my body closer to his. Our kiss for deeper, hungrier. Like we've both been deprived of each other touch for so long.
He lifts me up so that my legs wrapped around his hips and his hands run down to my rear, and squeeze them to support holding me up, as he pins me to the door.

I run my hands through his hair on the back of his head as our tongues played with each other.
I began to smile against his kiss, and took a chance to breathe.
I whispered, "Isn't this more fun when you already have someone?"

Malfoy immediately drops me from his grip and makes me stand on my own. He walks backwards as he runs his hands though his hair, that I already messed up for him.

I could see the panic in his eyes. I pout, "Aw, is Draco Malfoy feeling guilty that he's kissing someone other than his girlfriend?"
He began to breathe harder before barking, "Get out."

I roll my eyes, "Fine..." I fix my hair before turning the doorknob and opening the door. Before walking out, I look back at him, "If you wanted to continue this at another time... you know where my dorm is." I flash him a wink before shutting the door behind me.

-

Draco plops down onto the edge of his bed, riddled with guilt.

How could he have done that.

How could he have kissed her.

Why did it feel so... good?

He just kissed another girl... when he's trying to get his fiancée back.

Does this count as cheating?

'Joy doesn't even remember who she is.' He thought to himself, so it doesn't really count... right?

He grips his ring chain and began to breathe harder again. He needs to stop getting distracted and focus on fixing the cabinet.

If he could only stop thinking about how fucking hot it was to be kissing Rosie.

He shakes his head to stop thinking about it and headed out the door.

He's gonna get that cabinet fixed... today.