The Fault in our Stars

Chapter 6

HAZELS POV

I woke up the next morning snuggled into Dracos's side. It seemed like we barely moved that much, slight turns here and there when we got uncomfortable but nothing like moving completely to change how we were laying together. 

My eyes fluttered open and close adjusting to the light shining through his dark green curtains hanging in front of his window.  I groaned softly after waking up. I shifted my wait very carefully to look at the clock on Dracos bedside table, trying not to wake him up in the process. It was 9:37. I laid back down rubbing light circles on his shoulder waiting for him to wake up. I was content with listening to his soft breathing mixed with a light snore, not something that was too loud. It was something I loved about him.  I watched as his chest rose with each breath and fell with each exhale. How could someone be so perfect? Everything about him was perfect. His snore, his breathing, his heartbeat, his small smile that rests on his face as he sleeps. 

God, what is he doing to me? 

I watched as he shifted slightly groaning and falling back into sleep snoring lightly. I checked the time again and it was only 9:43. I thought about waking him up. But I have no clue when he fell asleep after I did. I tossed the idea around my head for a little bit, finally concluding that I would nicely wake him up at 10. Just so he could sleep. I closed my eyes still slowly and softly rubbing circles on his shoulder/chest. I lightly hummed as to not cause the vibrations to wake him up. I thought about what it would be like if we actually got together if our marks linked up. 

It was killing me to keep this from him, to wait to tell him until he turned 15. I wanted to tell him now, but I didn't want to have hope or give him hope if it was for nothing. I hummed a tune softly that always reminded me of Draco. Something that made me smile when the name was brought up, a small verse was said, anything about this tune made me think of him and I couldn't help but be one of those typical muggle school girls that would smile and blush like an idiot over a boy. 

I opened my eyes and it was almost 10. I smiled and moved. I started nuzzling into his neck lightly breathing against his skin pressing soft and quick kisses up to his cheek. he lightly groaned and shifted his face. "Wake up sleepy head" I giggled. He started acting like a child and whined. "No" he mumbled shifting his weight to crush me. "Wake upppp, you're crushing me" I giggled out trying to breathe. "give me an actual kiss then" he muttered lightly opening his eyes to look at me. "Get off me first" I grumbled pushing on him. He huffed and rolled us back into the position we were in before. "Bloody jerk" I grumbled. I lightly kissed him on the lips and got out of bed and went to change. "Come on, get up and get dressed, we're going to Hogsmeade" I spoke sitting at his window seat. "You sound like my mother" he grumbled and got up to change. I'm assuming he either didn't care or was too tired to remember that I was in here with him. 

I couldn't help but stare as he changed. I tried not to, but who wouldn't, he was mesmerizing.  Every time I looked at him I kept on finding more reasons to believe he was perfect, everything I was looking for in a guy. Specifically in Draco. I couldn't imagine ever fancying someone like I fancy Draco, it made me sick to think that I could one day replace Draco with someone else. 

I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs and resting my head as I stared at the boy shuffling through his drawer shirtless. I smiled. Before I knew it, I was walking towards him and wrapping my arms around, resting them on the lower part of his stomach. I laid my face on his back taking in the amount of heat radiating off of him, especially since his hands were always cold, yet his room was freezing at most times. "Ya know I can't get dressed with you attached to me right?" He asked looking over his shoulder with a smirk on his face. I just shrugged making a small "Eh" noise. He turned around resting his back against the dresser and hugged me back.