Rise of the Death Eaters [3]

Chapter 17: Life Goes On

I assume this comes as no surprise to hear that Sam was completely right at calling me out the other night.

Not even a day later I found myself seated in another concave of books with my arms wrapped around Draco's neck.

But unlike the last time, when all my energy seemed to come from my anger towards him, it had dispersed into light-hearted jitteriness. And this wasn't just me.

I'd stop between kisses to look at him and catch a wondering look in his gaze, as if he too couldn't believe I was there in front of him.

It was a progressively new side to Draco that I only saw in far off glimpses in the past. And even those glimpses would be second guessed by the way he'd brush it all off and act smug to cover for any normal emotion.

Now I was a bit too close for him to brush off what was so blatantly there in front of us. If anything, the one fear I had now was what he saw from me up close. And what he would do with that information.

Of course, getting caught was up there too on my list of worries, but it never seemed to phase Draco. In fact, that second day we were almost caught by Pince had it not been for how quickly the pair of us raced off together, hand in hand, from her incoming footsteps.

Around another bend of books beside the restricted section, we'd listen as Pince's voice would echo dangerously close to where we had just run from. All cozied up between a shelf and Draco, I'd watch him affectionately with a growing smirk as Draco continued to listen in high alert for any incoming footsteps.

When a moment passed, he turned back to look at me, and catching sight of me smirking, he relaxed completely before shaking his head at my banter.

"What are you smirking at?"

"Nothing," I teased as he lifted my chin and ran his index finger up my jawline before pulling me toward him gently by the base of my neck. My heart was hammering like a humming bird at the gentleness of that kiss and what followed at the sound of incoming footsteps.

Alert again, he shhhed me as I looked away from him snickering. After glancing around the bend of books to see if Pince was coming, he turned back to me and turned back a lock of my hair from my face.

"We're going to have to a find a better place," he said as I turned back to face him with a lingering smile.

"You're telling me," I joked while my hands played with the collar of his robes. "Any ideas?"

"I'll think of something," he said oddly confident, "though this would be easier if we didn't hide from people-"

"No," I stated, giving him a warning look aimed at his slow spreading smirk.

"Why? Afraid of how your friends will react?" He argued though by the grin remaining on his face, I knew he was doing this out of good fun. He was fine with the current arrangement we had going and only did this to pester me.

Even in public earlier that day, he made a habit of talking to me in front of his friends, though he had returned to calling me Fountaine and every comment was more a chance to poke fun of me.

Sam thought it was a poor excuse of flirting but I liked it.

I flicked him on the neck by his collar in response, before pulling him toward me again by his robes. After rambling kisses that started to leave me breathless I stopped to look him right in the face.

"Unless you'd like to have a fun conversation with my brother, I'd say it would be in our best interests if we kept this quiet. "

"Obliviously," he mused without a shadow of a doubt which made me frown.