Toast Chapter 7 Possibility
"Malfoy!" a sleepy voice called out from behind a bed curtain.
"Malfoy, GET UP!" the voice screeched. A boy stuck his head out of the curtains, his chocolate brown curls blocking his sight.
"I'm up Zabini. I've been up for a while now... thinking," Draco huffed from his bed.
"Still thinking about the break in?" Blaise asked, pulling on a pair of pants.
"Yeah. Still haven't found anything missing but my diary. Don't you think it odd that someone would just come in here to take it? I swear on my grandfather's grave I'll kill whoever stole it myself," he growled, his head poking from his curtains. Blaise rolled his eyes.
"Isn't he still alive?" Blaise asked curiously.
"Yeah, but that's besides the point. I'm still going to kill them. Or maybe I'll get father to talk to the Dark Lord about it, and he'll kill their family off one by one... Torturing them to no end! BUAHAHAHA! And then..." Draco roared insanely.
"Man, you think too much! Already scheming their demise! You need to lay off the caffeine at nights," Blaise cut in, rolling his eyes. Draco rolled his eyes at he as he walked into the showers.
"Well, it's better to think too much than not thinking enough like Crabbe and Goyle..." Draco chuckled, turning on the water. "Besides, you've been getting into Muggle studies too much. I drink butterbeer at night," he finished, sniggering. Crabbe and Goyle snapped awake upon hearing their names. He heard Blaise let out a hearty laugh as they asked him what he needed.
Draco shed his clothes, stepping into the hot shower. The warm water ran over his skin, relaxing him, letting him forget about the break in. He closed his eyes rubbing them gently with his hands as an attempt to wake himself up. When it failed, he reached aimlessly for the soap; his eyes still closed.
His hand feeling the absence of his soap compelled him to clamor about the shower stall. His foot covered a rather large object. Eyes still closed he moved his arm downwards to pick it up, only he slipped. He landed headfirst at the bottom of the stall.
"Now that bloody hurt..." Draco moaned, some soapy water slipping into his mouth. Rather annoyed, he spit it out.
"You got a girl in there who doesn't want you Malfoy?" Blaise chortled from the other room. Draco grunted, standing back up. He quickly washed up, wrapped a towel around himself, and stepped out into the dorm to gather some of his clothes.
"I don't see why you insist on using this bathroom when you can use the Prefect's one with me!" Pansy winked at him from an opening in the curtains of Blaise's bed.
"Parkinson, all just wouldn't be right in the world if I took a shower with the likes of you again!" Draco cooed at the blonde. Suddenly her head was pulled back inside the bed. Draco could hear angry mumbling.
"Pansy, you're here to snog me, not talk to Draco!"
"Oh but you I know I want you both Zabini..."
"Sod off Parkinson,"
With that Draco could hear Pansy snogging Blaise like mad. Snogging in the dorms... always my favorite thing to watch in the mornings... Draco rolled his eyes, grabbing his uniform. He dressed, topping his outfit off with a silky green cloak. He gazed into the mirror.
"Very nice dear. You look marvelous, simply marvelous!" it praised. Draco turned swiftly from the mirror, walking up the stairs into the common room.
"Draco dear, can I take my rain check now?" a sixth year who was sitting quite provocatively on the couch asked him as she flashed her bright green eyes at him. She flipped her chestnut brown hair behind her shoulder. Getting up, she walking over to him. Pressing her large chest against him she batted her eyelashes sweetly.
"I don't like being walked out on you know..." she cooed, sugar dripping from her voice. Not wanting to listen to her babble any longer, Draco bent down kissing her forcefully. He shoved his tongue in her mouth harshly, bruising her tongue. She received it willingly, letting her teeth graze it. Draco felt no emotion as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She's usually a good snog for me... he thought it odd, but continued kissing her.
His hand 'accidentally' slipped up her shirt. Draco could feel her grimace at his touch. She moaned with pleasure, her hands skirting around the waistline of his pants. He rolled his eyes, which were still open, and pulled away from her. He shoved her away from him, watching her stumble across the floor bitterly.
She gasped with surprise, her eyes flaming with anger. "What's the matter with you today?" the girl asked tartly.
"Look, I don't care if you have a girl, but you don't need to be so cold to ME!" she snarled walking away. Draco let out an icy, shrewd laugh.
"Did you forget who you're talking to?" Draco asked, flashing a death stare at the girl. "Because if you had, you best remember it quick... I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, who is close to the Dark Lord. Do not treat me with disrespect," Draco bellowed, his gray eyes narrowing into slits. The girl batted her eyelashes at him.
"Of course, how could I?" she cooed, biting her bottom lip. She walked up to kiss him, but he turned swiftly on his heel, walking out of the common room, leaving the fuming girl behind.
"Malfoy... MALFOY!" someone shouted rushing up behind him. Draco turned around, seeing Crabbe and Goyle panting, stopping at his side.
"You-forgot-us!" Crabbe heaved, resting his arms on his knees striving to catch his breath.
"Oh damn, how could I?" Draco snerked sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He turned sharply on his heel and marched into the great hall, Crabbe and Goyle following like dogs on his heels.
He pushed open the doors with great pride, strolling over to the Slytherin table. He sat down carelessly, Crabbe and Goyle seating themselves on either side of him. Draco was just about to reach for a pancake when a cold hand grabbed at him before he got the chance. He looked coldly up at the owner of the hand.
"Professor Snape,"
"Mr. Malfoy,"
"Er- Yes Professor?"
"I need to talk with you. It's about the 'stolen object'... Needless to say I think you'll want to come with me," Snape hissed, pulling Draco from the table. Although Draco was seventeen, Snape jerked him up with ease, dragging him to the dungeons.
Snape didn't speak a word until they were safe in his office. He secured his door with a simple spell. Sharply, he turned to Draco.
"Tell me everything that happened..." he drawled, black eyes staring Draco down. After Draco's fairly boring recap of the night Snape leaned back in his chair, rubbing his goatee somewhat thoughtfully.
"Smells like Potter..." he finally sighed. Draco looked up at him moderately curious.
"Potter, Sir?"
"Yes Potter. Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you stay on the lookout," A conniving grin spread across the pair's face.
"Yes Sir, of course." Draco sneered, a new glint in his eye. He understood their silent agreement, and couldn't help the jump in his step as he walked back to the great hall for breakfast.
Finally seated, he grabbed for the last pancake, choking it down hungrily. As soon as he was done he piled other random objects on the plate, gulping those down as well.
His attention couldn't help but be drawn to a certain Gryffindor. Her red hair fanned out neatly over her shoulders as she munched daintily on a piece of fruit. He watched her laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy. Draco snapped his eyes from her, staring determinedly at his plate of food. Blaise clapped him on the back.
"Good to know I'm not the only one staring at that Gryffindor," he chuckled pulling a chair up to Draco. Draco's gray eyes contracted at Blaise's words.
"What in God's name are you talking about Zabini?" he snapped, shoving a sausage in his mouth.
"You know, that redhead over there. Sure she's a Gryffindor, but boy does she have a nice body! Ow ow!" Blaise catcalled, leaning back on his chair, folding his hands behind his head.
"You lay off her... you hear?" Draco warned, suddenly twisting around to face Blaise. He looked at Draco as if he had ten heads. An awkward silence passed between the two. Finally Draco spoke up.
"You know her brothers would kill you if you laid a finger on her little pure body..." Draco finished. Blaise looked back at the ceiling.
"Oh, thought you had claimed dibs on her already or something," Blaise laughed, his chocolate curls bouncing about his face. Draco sighed.
"I'm going to class," he mumbled, pushing his seat in forcefully. Blaise looked half back at him, shaking his head as Draco disappeared into the main hall.
"Who in the hell does he think he is, trying to get with a Gryffindor... stupid dumb-ass. Not like she'd actually go for him, the poor thing's smitten with me!" he cackled to himself knocking into a small figure. He heard a familiar gasp escape the person's lips. He glanced down, a redheaded girl picking up her books. She reached for a gold lined book, which was clad in green.
"Well, aren't you going to say 'excuse me'?" Ginny asked, looking up at him, her eyes constricting into daggers. A cruel laugh escaped his lips. Just who I wanted to see! he thought.
"No." Draco said the word nonchalantly, shaking his head. Ginny huffed with anger, standing up.
"You know you're an insufferable Prat, don't you?" she scowled, accidentally tripping over a forgotten book that lay on the floor.
Ginny's books flew everywhere as she flapped her arms haphazardly in the air, trying to regain her balance. The effort failing, she braced herself for the heavy fall that was about to come. Not knowing what else to do, Draco extended his arms out to her, catching her just in time. She opened her eyes skeptically as she fell into Draco's silky cloak.
He could feel her wrap her fingers around his cloak, her body gradually slipping to the floor. He snaked his arms around her waist, picking her upright. He couldn't help but bury his head in her soft hair. Draco inhaled her cinnamon scent with delight, holding her tighter to him.
Eventually he felt her ignorance leave her as she held him as he held her. She clung tightly to him, her fingers digging into his cloak, as if she needed him. He lost himself in the moment, looking into her doe brown eyes. She looked up at him, he could tell she wanted him to kiss her as she licked her lips hungrily.
For some reason, he felt compelled to meet her every desire, swooping down, kissing her softly. He heard her moan with pleasure upon the tender pressure of his lips. She pressed herself to him, sending an electric bolt up his spine. He kissed her back as if he was on air, her tongue sneaking into his mouth. His heart began pounding wildly against his chest, putting him on a high he had never been on before.
He felt himself pushing her away, breaking the kiss. His composure coming back to him, he smirked nastily at her.
"Go on Weasley, go back to where you belong!" he drawled. A silent tear leaked down her cheek, causing a pang of guilt light in his chest.
"Who says where I do and do not belong?" Ginny squeaked out.
"Me!" He sneered, flashing his gray eyes at her.
"You know you're an insufferable Prat, don't you?" she repeated, anger sparking in her eyes. He rolled his own at her, causing her to blush an angry red.
"You listen to me when I'm talking to you Malfoy. I won't have any of this from YOU. You little piece of scum!" she spat at him, retrieving the book she had tripped over in the first place.
"No, YOU listen..." Draco growled, grabbing her wrist. "No one talks to me like that! You will apologize!" he sneered staring coldly into her brown eyes. She recoiled from his touch, nodding her head. He felt her shaking under his hand, finally letting her go.
"Sorry," she whispered dashing off into the hallway.
That was an odd book she was carrying... I seem to recognize it. Draco thought to himself. He waved the thought away, walking to his first class.