POV: Madison
Ignoring the second, sudden switch of subject, I turn to the two mugs of butter beer now standing on the table.
From the looks of it, the iconic drink consists of a cream soda topped with a sweet, whipped topping. I eagerly take a sip. The sticky sweet taste of butterscotch fills my mouth.
"And?", Draco looks over at me.
"It's delicious!", I manage to exclaim in between gulps, "I can see why the golden trio comes here so often".
"Potter is a trust fund kid, isn't he?", Draco glances across the room to eye Harry up and down.
"What do you mean?", I set down my mug.
"You just said it. The golden trio comes here basically every single day", Draco points out, "and Harry is always the one paying for their drinks".
"Oh, yeah, I think he did say something about how his parents left him a rather... hefty bank account." I shrug, and take another sip.
"The only question I have then, is why he hasn't invested some of that money into a better wardrobe", Draco snickers, "If I see him wearing that worn out flannel one more time...".
"Stop that", I say warningly, "I will leave this date and you'll still have to pay for my drink".
Draco shrugs, "I can afford it princess".
I roll my eyes at him, "You are the biggest idiot".
"I know", Draco smirks, "But somehow, you like me".
"That's a bold assumption to make", I shoot back.
"Bolder than... the move I made on the astronomy tower?", Draco teases.
My lips part slightly as I remember the move he'd made. Knowingly, Draco's gaze wanders down, then back up to my eyes, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You have a little something there", Draco points at my face.
I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth, "There?"
Draco shakes his head. "I'll get it". He reaches over, running his thumb over my upper lip.
I wait for him to pull back, but his hand stays on the side of my face. Thumb underneath my chin, index finger hovering over my cheekbone. The familiar electricity that his touch sends, rushes through my system and I shift impatiently, waiting for him to make another move.
"What's wrong?" Draco's lips quirk upwards in faux innocence.
"Just...", I hesitate, then grab his hand, placing it firmly on the crook of my neck. "Just kiss me you idiot."
"See?", Draco grins and pulls me towards him, his lips connecting with mine.
He tastes like butterscotch and cinnamon and I smile against his lips, allowing my hands to run through his soft, platinum hair.
Hermione fakes a gag from across the room and I snap back into reality, retreating from the wonderful kiss.
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The rest of the date goes by smoothly, our conversations interesting and friendly, apart from the occasional snarky comment coming out of Draco's mouth.
It's way past our curfew when we arrive back at Hogwarts, and we're forced to sneak through the halls. We practically tread on eggshells, careful to avoid any teachers scouting for any rebellious students defying their bedtime.
"I had a nice time tonight", I allow myself to say, loudly, as we arrive in the common room.
"Of course you did, you were with me after all", Draco says, smirking.
I laugh and shake my head, "Don't flatter yourself too much Malfoy, anyone likes a free butter beer".
"Does this mean I get to take you on another date, Monroe?", Draco asks, tilting his head.
"Fine", I grin, planting a kiss on his cheek before slipping down the hall to my dorm.
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And Then I Met You
RomantiekI turn my head to look at Draco's side profile. His complexion is rosy from the cold, and the autumn air leaves his breath visible in form of delicate clouds. His wet hair is effortlessly brushed out of his face, stray pieces of platinum sticking to...
