Draco's POV
"This is cozy." I muttered. My hand was still covering her mouth, Filch could be right outside and I'd rather not be scolded again by Father. Under my hand l felt her lips upturn into a smirk.
"Can't get enough of me I see. You can't keep your hands off me, clearly." Blair whispered trying to keep in a laugh. I heard the footsteps on the other side of the door become fainter and fainter.
"Alright enough, let's just get back to the common room in one piece." I looked down and said. I removed my hands from her, and pushed the large wooden door open to reveal the once again empty corridor, with only a flame lit torch to illuminate it.
That night we walked back to the common room in silence. I wasn't sure if it was too awkward, indeed my hand was forcefully covering her face. I whispered the common room painting key, and pushed it open.
"Goodnight Draco. Try not to do that again, it wasn't cozy." Blair cheekily remarked.
We bid our farewells and I went to bed soundly that night, worn out from the adventurous rush from only minutes before.
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The Choice - A Draco X OC Story.
Novela JuvenilBlair Lexington, 2nd in line to the English throne. They live life of the elite, with power and wealth, but keep a dangerous secret. They have a witch in the family. At age 11, Blair goes to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and is...
