Tell Me Again - A Draco Malfoy Fan-fiction

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DRACO - SUNDAY

When my lips touched hers, I knew I was home. 

I just left Anastasia at her room. My fingers grazed my lips, wishing hers were still on mine. Her eyes shone earlier, the stars living in her dark orbs.

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"Why aren't you scared of me?" I spoke softly, my forehead resting on hers.

"Seriously? I have worse nightmares about failing Arithmancy," Her laughter filled the room.

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I stumbled into my room with a goofy grin. Blaise and Theo were standing in the middle of the room, tapping their feet.

"So are you two dating yet?" Theo put his hands on his hips.

"No," I roll my eyes and sit on my bed.

"And why not? You don't want our Anastasia?" Blaise crosses his arms and shoots a glare at me.

"I haven't asked her," I take my shoes off and throw a shoe at each of them.

"Mhm. Well do you plan to?" Theo jumped and landed on his bed.

"Maybe,"

"Maybe? Malfoy if you don't you'll regret it," Blaise threw my shoe back at me and I caught it. Blaise gets into bed. We drop the conversation and go to sleep. I lay under my covers staring at the ceiling of my bed, the green fabric reminding me of the green and gold flecks in Anastasia's eyes. I turn and lay on my side.

I flip off my covers and put some shoes on. I quickly leave the Slytherin dorms and head up to an abandoned classroom. I open the squeaky door, revealing a half naked Carla making out with a random Hufflepuff.

"Out," I point to the boy who just picks up his shirt and runs out of the room.

"Draco what the hell. He was a good one too," She peeks around me and out the door.

"I need to tell you something. Sit and put your clothes on,"

"Nothing you haven't seen before," Carla mumbles, but slips on her clothing anyway. I fill Carla in on what we did in the tower.

"Wow go Finch and Thiare," She laughs. "But you finally got with the girl. What's the problem?"

"I don't like emotions. They're messy and you know my family,"

"I think you're mistaking feelings for paint, but I don't get what you're saying. She's a pureblood and her father was a Deatheater. Lucius shouldn't have a problem with it,"

"He doesn't like her. He said she's not going to follow in her fathers footsteps. At least I hope she won't," I pull at my hair.

"Not unless she has no other choice and even then probably not," 

"You're probably right," 

"And never interrupt another booty call every again. Asshole," 

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WEDNESDAY

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have a thing," Anastasia turned down my invite to study and my heart dropped.

"Ah, okay. Have fun," I smile and give her a quick hug.

"Why don't you come with me? It's just some girls so you might feel weird but it'll be fun,"

"Uh.." I scratched my head. Do I really want to subject myself to this? "Sure, why not,"

Anastasia leads me down hallways smiling. It kept growing as we got closer to a semi-clean door. She swung it open to a large room full of girls. They had a rather large table with chairs around it. A muggle game was being set up. I didn't like this already.