Dun dun dunnn. Step aside, make way for 6th partttt
Drary began to show his soft side here ;D
Anyways, hopeja like it ♥
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You yowled in dismay as something thwacked yourself up from your slumber. Your back feels hurt, and it takes a moment for you to realize you just fell from your bed; your poor back was forced to greet the ground in the most ungracious way you could ever imagine. You suppose you're still lucky your face didn't take the opportunity to, it'll be all flat now otherwise, but how come the bed has to be so small for your body to move around in your sleep?
"So much for the start of my happy day," you hoarsely groaned as you struggle to get up from the floor. You heard a snoring sound somewhere and narrowed your eyes down the dark room. Joining your vision with the dim light sourcing from the window beside your bed, you can make out the outlines of several well-made canopy beds, each equipped with warm different-colored blankets and filled with dark figures of a girl. You saw a particularly familiar one inside the bed right next beside yours; Samantha. She's fast asleep, curled up in a magenta blanket. You could've sworn you heard her murmur something in her sleep about Snape pulling her nostrils wide the length of a broomstick. Then after few steps seeking for the source of the rather disturbing sound, you arrived at one particular canopy bed on which a fat girl slept on, brown blanket's hanging loose from the edge of her bed. The rumbling, muffled snore, after you shaped your right ear with your hand to get a better hearing, came from there. But you decided to just let her be instead of trying to stop her making such noise by waking her up. Chances are, she'll make much more noisier sound suspecting you a murderer in the dark, or she won't even budge from her sleep, keeping the rumbling noises.
You looked at the wallclock. 2 in the dawn. So you've morphed into a permanent morning person.
You suddenly get an odd feeling like your bladder's gonna explode, so you sprinted to the other side of the room quietly, trying your best not to scream when you accidentally slammed your finger with the door, and rushed down to the common room to reach the lavatory as fast as you can.
But not before you saw the Mallard again.
Much to your surprise, he's alone sitting on the green armchair in the common room in this time of day with only a dim light from the large mantelpiece, holding firm a white quill with his right hand and a piece of parchment with the other.
No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
You suddenly remembered about what the Slytherin girls had mentioned last night. You couldn't help but shudder in cringe and disgust.
You don't want to start another verbal mockery with him this early, so you just walked your way casually to the bathroom. He seems to notice your presence, but rather too occupied in his reading to even look. You sighed in relief and quickly do your business.
*flush*
After a refreshing while, you came out from the bathroom. But you barely even stepped both of your feet out the threshold when your pajama got accidentally tangled to the doorknob and it got stuck there for a few good minutes. Stupid door.
At that time did Malfoy finally avert his sight from the paper and look at your direction. He smirked triumphantly as you got jammed there, hands forcing the doorknob to admit your pajama.
"Stop that, it's not even funny," You grunted embarrassedly.
Seeing as you don't bring any wand, he grabbed his' from the top of a night stand beside the armchair and swung it towards your pajama, setting it free from the knob with a flick.
"Hey, thanks." You said astounded.
He turned his head back to the paper in his hand without responding. That arrogant smirk is still there nesting on his face. You fidgeted for a while, not sure what you want to do, then took a few steps closer.
"What are you reading?"
He casted an uncertain look back at your face, down your slippers and up again.
"..not that it's any of your concern, is it."
That jerk. You thought he had finally learned how to maintain that spiteful, bratty attitude, but it seems clear to you now that for a person like him, its preposterous. Can't he respect your hard work initiating a conversation even at all?
Fine then. You decided to keep the silence and lounge on a black sofa across him, assuming the prefects' patrol time had ended just a few hours ago. He didn't seem to care, so you leaned your back comfortably on the couch, your head facing the walls.
You gazed your eyes around some of the hanging tapestries. Some of them engage in a heavy muttering. About three or four children from a large, rectangle picture scrambled together onto one side of the frame, bugging a young, beautiful lady next door, with a pointy parasol and a nasty smirk, trying to poke her skirt up. An old bearded man in a black and white picture fans his face with his hand as he kept sweating, his picture's the nearest to the mantelpiece with ember blazing bright inside. Another picture, round-framed, holds inside a figure of a bespectacled woman with who seemed to be her husband, talking to each other, smiling. It's sort of fun seeing them saunter around and talk in the picture like that. You waved your hand to one grannies in a painting as she smiles cheekily and returns the wave.
"What kind of important business you have to do at this time of day here anyway?" Draco spoke up curtly, suddenly breaking your just-earned sanctuary. You eyed back down to his sulky face.
"Not that it's any of your concern, is it?" You replied, mimicking him with a face.
"You stubborn, nocturnal berry," He croaked. "just as always."
"I've slept for a few good hours. I just need to take care of my bladder."
"And jamming yourself on the door. Why aren't you back now?"
"One of the girls in my dorm just can't shut her snore down."
"Sure it wasn't your own doing?"
"I don't make strange sounds in my sleep-" You pauses a bit then continued, "unless I, fell off the bed or something."
"So that loud 'thump' upstairs came from your room." A damp snort slips out of his mouth.
"Figures. Your body is like steel-made. Suppose you're lucky you didn't make a crack on the ceiling."
You admittedly bit your lip, hiding a glance to the ceiling overhead. Apparently though, he caught your eyes, as he lent out another snort, this time sounding more amused. You grunted. "Well let's hear what you've bounded then. Got some important biz up your nose here so late?"
He looked at you as you bemusedly squinted at the paper down his hand. "What, this?" He swings it up. "Triwizard Championship pre-flyer. Got it from father this summer, exclusive copy from the Prophet. I can't read it in my room as it's too dark, so I came down here to get a better view." He looked at the crackling fire in the mantelpiece then back to his paper.
"I didn't know they printed out specific pre-flyers for the tournament." You raised your brows.
"After all, I got the same brick as you," He advanced, "someone just can't tame their horses down in their sleep, that Crabbe."
You chuckled heartily as you leaned to the couch, relaxing yourself. "So I'm not alone."
Then the string of awkward silence strikes back again. As he gets back to his reading, you looked at the tapestries, hoping for more interesting sight to entertain you here but some of the people in it had already got back to their slumber or stopped resuming their activities. The granny you gave a wave earlier, along with the other grannies in the same frame, are too busy whispering something to each other in a tight circle to interact with you anymore. Then you suddenly remembered about Kimberly. Her loving gramma loves to engine her lips the entire day too, gossiping about the family next to their house, the Ministry, and along with the other members within, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. Whenever you came to her house, she never forgets to serve you a plate full of home-made chocolate frogs. Kim and you had to get into trouble catching the jumping amphibians then.
You suddenly realize you already miss your beloved snotty Kim now. You better owl her soon, informing that you just got into the school and rant to her about the recent events that had happened to you, including accidentally meeting this prat across you whom she severely idolizes.
No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
That sentence abruptly strung your mind again.
"Massively, intensely, madly infatuated."
After all that rumpus you just can't seem to get your mind off those particular sentences. You deeply condemn that; it's just plain inconceivable to be true.
You blinked your eyes several times and secretively took a good look at Draco who's still busy reading.
His light blonde hair sure gleams somewhat beautifully if viewed from your perspective, partly thanks to the vivid light coming off the fireplace. He's still on his black, and a bit oversized pajama, looking strangely calm as he skims his eyes through the pre-flyer. His pointed face is stiff and his vague expression is freezing cold, but..
Just at that very moment, you find himself somehow attractive.
...hell.
What did you just..?
"What is it?" Draco suddenly lifted his face. Looks like he notices that you've been staring at him for a while now.
"N-nothing," You stuttered and immediately shifts your view to the fireplace. Your face is all warm now, and you don't even have any bloody clue as to why that is happening. You weirded out as you close your eyes to calm yourself down.
.....
No.. you just can't sleep here, you know that, but you're trying to at least get yourself a little bit drowsy, so when you come back to your dorm room later you can immediately drop yourself limp on the bed without having to further contemplate with that hippo snore.
You opened your eyes back slowly, staring at the fire. No good, you aren't getting any drowsier. At least not with Draco around.
Then you turned your head back only to find him actually staring at you back.
You almost jolted in surprise, but you managed to bent it down. It's different from those piercing, venomous glares he used to throw at you. It's not even a glare. It's just a plain stare; he's staring at you right now.
"..."
You waited for a few seconds as a strange feeling stirs greatly through the air.
"Uh.."
"Nervous, are we?"
"-What?" You winced greatly. Your eyebrows got shot up high in instant.
"Caught you." He laughed contagiously.
You're baffled by his sudden reaction, but you laughed along anyway after a while. You can't believe you just fall for this twerp.
"I'm going back to the dorm." He got up from his armchair with his wand and pre-flyer, yawning. His tone changed a bit. "You sure you want to sleep here, Faillurie?"
"I didn't recall saying I'm gonna, Drag. Guess I'll go back to the dorm too."
"I take it you're lonely without me?"
You wheezed. "I like it better when someone is not around to crash himself into random wall, thanks."
"Look, it's the only entrance to the platform - I thought you could get that after you slammed onto me yesterday." He raised his tone in great disbelief, eyes widening a bit too.
"That's a different story, I didn't know yet back then, and at least look who's blocking the way now, when we both had known it is the only entrance to the platform."
"Pshyeah." He hissed frivolously and concluded, "Don't move around too much in your sleep and remember to bring your wand next time you're squandering about at night, miss. In case mighty Draco is not there to save your day again, and you get stuck in doorknobs until morning."
"Well thank you then, mighty Draco. I'll make note of that."
You look at him as he turns his back from you and began to walk up the stairs to the boys' dorm.
After his back disappears from your sight, you slapped your cheek abruptly; slightly admitting that you are, indeed, attracted to that goose. If only he hadn't been such a prick from the start.
You looked at the clock. It's almost 3 now.
You better go back to your dorm room too before the ghosts caught you wandering.
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Yeah I'm no good at these things Dx But I hope you enjoyed this part <3
7th part on the goooo.
Drary began to show his soft side here ;D
Anyways, hopeja like it ♥
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You yowled in dismay as something thwacked yourself up from your slumber. Your back feels hurt, and it takes a moment for you to realize you just fell from your bed; your poor back was forced to greet the ground in the most ungracious way you could ever imagine. You suppose you're still lucky your face didn't take the opportunity to, it'll be all flat now otherwise, but how come the bed has to be so small for your body to move around in your sleep?
"So much for the start of my happy day," you hoarsely groaned as you struggle to get up from the floor. You heard a snoring sound somewhere and narrowed your eyes down the dark room. Joining your vision with the dim light sourcing from the window beside your bed, you can make out the outlines of several well-made canopy beds, each equipped with warm different-colored blankets and filled with dark figures of a girl. You saw a particularly familiar one inside the bed right next beside yours; Samantha. She's fast asleep, curled up in a magenta blanket. You could've sworn you heard her murmur something in her sleep about Snape pulling her nostrils wide the length of a broomstick. Then after few steps seeking for the source of the rather disturbing sound, you arrived at one particular canopy bed on which a fat girl slept on, brown blanket's hanging loose from the edge of her bed. The rumbling, muffled snore, after you shaped your right ear with your hand to get a better hearing, came from there. But you decided to just let her be instead of trying to stop her making such noise by waking her up. Chances are, she'll make much more noisier sound suspecting you a murderer in the dark, or she won't even budge from her sleep, keeping the rumbling noises.
You looked at the wallclock. 2 in the dawn. So you've morphed into a permanent morning person.
You suddenly get an odd feeling like your bladder's gonna explode, so you sprinted to the other side of the room quietly, trying your best not to scream when you accidentally slammed your finger with the door, and rushed down to the common room to reach the lavatory as fast as you can.
But not before you saw the Mallard again.
Much to your surprise, he's alone sitting on the green armchair in the common room in this time of day with only a dim light from the large mantelpiece, holding firm a white quill with his right hand and a piece of parchment with the other.
No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
You suddenly remembered about what the Slytherin girls had mentioned last night. You couldn't help but shudder in cringe and disgust.
You don't want to start another verbal mockery with him this early, so you just walked your way casually to the bathroom. He seems to notice your presence, but rather too occupied in his reading to even look. You sighed in relief and quickly do your business.
*flush*
After a refreshing while, you came out from the bathroom. But you barely even stepped both of your feet out the threshold when your pajama got accidentally tangled to the doorknob and it got stuck there for a few good minutes. Stupid door.
At that time did Malfoy finally avert his sight from the paper and look at your direction. He smirked triumphantly as you got jammed there, hands forcing the doorknob to admit your pajama.
"Stop that, it's not even funny," You grunted embarrassedly.
Seeing as you don't bring any wand, he grabbed his' from the top of a night stand beside the armchair and swung it towards your pajama, setting it free from the knob with a flick.
"Hey, thanks." You said astounded.
He turned his head back to the paper in his hand without responding. That arrogant smirk is still there nesting on his face. You fidgeted for a while, not sure what you want to do, then took a few steps closer.
"What are you reading?"
He casted an uncertain look back at your face, down your slippers and up again.
"..not that it's any of your concern, is it."
That jerk. You thought he had finally learned how to maintain that spiteful, bratty attitude, but it seems clear to you now that for a person like him, its preposterous. Can't he respect your hard work initiating a conversation even at all?
Fine then. You decided to keep the silence and lounge on a black sofa across him, assuming the prefects' patrol time had ended just a few hours ago. He didn't seem to care, so you leaned your back comfortably on the couch, your head facing the walls.
You gazed your eyes around some of the hanging tapestries. Some of them engage in a heavy muttering. About three or four children from a large, rectangle picture scrambled together onto one side of the frame, bugging a young, beautiful lady next door, with a pointy parasol and a nasty smirk, trying to poke her skirt up. An old bearded man in a black and white picture fans his face with his hand as he kept sweating, his picture's the nearest to the mantelpiece with ember blazing bright inside. Another picture, round-framed, holds inside a figure of a bespectacled woman with who seemed to be her husband, talking to each other, smiling. It's sort of fun seeing them saunter around and talk in the picture like that. You waved your hand to one grannies in a painting as she smiles cheekily and returns the wave.
"What kind of important business you have to do at this time of day here anyway?" Draco spoke up curtly, suddenly breaking your just-earned sanctuary. You eyed back down to his sulky face.
"Not that it's any of your concern, is it?" You replied, mimicking him with a face.
"You stubborn, nocturnal berry," He croaked. "just as always."
"I've slept for a few good hours. I just need to take care of my bladder."
"And jamming yourself on the door. Why aren't you back now?"
"One of the girls in my dorm just can't shut her snore down."
"Sure it wasn't your own doing?"
"I don't make strange sounds in my sleep-" You pauses a bit then continued, "unless I, fell off the bed or something."
"So that loud 'thump' upstairs came from your room." A damp snort slips out of his mouth.
"Figures. Your body is like steel-made. Suppose you're lucky you didn't make a crack on the ceiling."
You admittedly bit your lip, hiding a glance to the ceiling overhead. Apparently though, he caught your eyes, as he lent out another snort, this time sounding more amused. You grunted. "Well let's hear what you've bounded then. Got some important biz up your nose here so late?"
He looked at you as you bemusedly squinted at the paper down his hand. "What, this?" He swings it up. "Triwizard Championship pre-flyer. Got it from father this summer, exclusive copy from the Prophet. I can't read it in my room as it's too dark, so I came down here to get a better view." He looked at the crackling fire in the mantelpiece then back to his paper.
"I didn't know they printed out specific pre-flyers for the tournament." You raised your brows.
"After all, I got the same brick as you," He advanced, "someone just can't tame their horses down in their sleep, that Crabbe."
You chuckled heartily as you leaned to the couch, relaxing yourself. "So I'm not alone."
Then the string of awkward silence strikes back again. As he gets back to his reading, you looked at the tapestries, hoping for more interesting sight to entertain you here but some of the people in it had already got back to their slumber or stopped resuming their activities. The granny you gave a wave earlier, along with the other grannies in the same frame, are too busy whispering something to each other in a tight circle to interact with you anymore. Then you suddenly remembered about Kimberly. Her loving gramma loves to engine her lips the entire day too, gossiping about the family next to their house, the Ministry, and along with the other members within, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy. Whenever you came to her house, she never forgets to serve you a plate full of home-made chocolate frogs. Kim and you had to get into trouble catching the jumping amphibians then.
You suddenly realize you already miss your beloved snotty Kim now. You better owl her soon, informing that you just got into the school and rant to her about the recent events that had happened to you, including accidentally meeting this prat across you whom she severely idolizes.
No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
That sentence abruptly strung your mind again.
"Massively, intensely, madly infatuated."
After all that rumpus you just can't seem to get your mind off those particular sentences. You deeply condemn that; it's just plain inconceivable to be true.
You blinked your eyes several times and secretively took a good look at Draco who's still busy reading.
His light blonde hair sure gleams somewhat beautifully if viewed from your perspective, partly thanks to the vivid light coming off the fireplace. He's still on his black, and a bit oversized pajama, looking strangely calm as he skims his eyes through the pre-flyer. His pointed face is stiff and his vague expression is freezing cold, but..
Just at that very moment, you find himself somehow attractive.
...hell.
What did you just..?
"What is it?" Draco suddenly lifted his face. Looks like he notices that you've been staring at him for a while now.
"N-nothing," You stuttered and immediately shifts your view to the fireplace. Your face is all warm now, and you don't even have any bloody clue as to why that is happening. You weirded out as you close your eyes to calm yourself down.
.....
No.. you just can't sleep here, you know that, but you're trying to at least get yourself a little bit drowsy, so when you come back to your dorm room later you can immediately drop yourself limp on the bed without having to further contemplate with that hippo snore.
You opened your eyes back slowly, staring at the fire. No good, you aren't getting any drowsier. At least not with Draco around.
Then you turned your head back only to find him actually staring at you back.
You almost jolted in surprise, but you managed to bent it down. It's different from those piercing, venomous glares he used to throw at you. It's not even a glare. It's just a plain stare; he's staring at you right now.
"..."
You waited for a few seconds as a strange feeling stirs greatly through the air.
"Uh.."
"Nervous, are we?"
"-What?" You winced greatly. Your eyebrows got shot up high in instant.
"Caught you." He laughed contagiously.
You're baffled by his sudden reaction, but you laughed along anyway after a while. You can't believe you just fall for this twerp.
"I'm going back to the dorm." He got up from his armchair with his wand and pre-flyer, yawning. His tone changed a bit. "You sure you want to sleep here, Faillurie?"
"I didn't recall saying I'm gonna, Drag. Guess I'll go back to the dorm too."
"I take it you're lonely without me?"
You wheezed. "I like it better when someone is not around to crash himself into random wall, thanks."
"Look, it's the only entrance to the platform - I thought you could get that after you slammed onto me yesterday." He raised his tone in great disbelief, eyes widening a bit too.
"That's a different story, I didn't know yet back then, and at least look who's blocking the way now, when we both had known it is the only entrance to the platform."
"Pshyeah." He hissed frivolously and concluded, "Don't move around too much in your sleep and remember to bring your wand next time you're squandering about at night, miss. In case mighty Draco is not there to save your day again, and you get stuck in doorknobs until morning."
"Well thank you then, mighty Draco. I'll make note of that."
You look at him as he turns his back from you and began to walk up the stairs to the boys' dorm.
After his back disappears from your sight, you slapped your cheek abruptly; slightly admitting that you are, indeed, attracted to that goose. If only he hadn't been such a prick from the start.
You looked at the clock. It's almost 3 now.
You better go back to your dorm room too before the ghosts caught you wandering.
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Yeah I'm no good at these things Dx But I hope you enjoyed this part <3
7th part on the goooo.
Story: Resistance is Futile
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