Book 1: Of Thorns & Roses

10: Invincible

A/N: I just want to thank you guys for over 600 reads on this story! It. Means. The. World. To. Me. <3 And we're just getting started

The next week was filled with diligent studying with Hermione and then some. I helped Fred and George prank each of his siblings, twice over (poor Ron and his fear of spiders). Harry helped me with a couple spells from Charms as he continued to acknowledge his hatred for Draco.

The best part of my time was spent with Draco. I'm usually wrapped up in his arms and sneaking around the castle, our kisses carrying a midnight tune.

I still couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me. Something I wouldn't like, but whenever he kissed me or touched me - even looked at me - my troubled thoughts melted into nothing but admiration.

It was slowly growing colder as Draco and I met in an unused corridor. Well, more like a forbidden one: the third floor corridor. What can I say, we're Bonnie and Clyde.

Our feet smacked across the hard stone until we were far enough away from getting caught.

Facing me, he gently crashed his lips into mine, pushing me against the wall as his chilled hands roamed my hair, my hips, my chest. I couldn't help but smile against him, for he simply made me feel invincible.

With a shaky breath I declared, "I want to do something for you."

His eyes widened as he slowly nodded his head, "Anything you want, but more importantly, anything you're comfortable with."

Continuing to kiss him, I slowly removed his robes. Then his shirt. Then proceeded to unbutton his trousers.

I slowly made a path of soft kisses down his torso as my shaky hands met the hem of his black boxers. I lowered the material until he was entirely exposed... in all his glory.

I was pleasantly shocked at his length as my eyes slowly crept up to meet his. He looked down at me, a look of euphoria overtaking his expression.

I shifted my attention back to his length, slowly taking it into my warm mouth. I swirled my tongue along the tip, and at this Draco's head fell back with an escaped moan. His hands found my illuminated hair, which matched the golden dance that the flames of the surrounding torches possessed.

I continued to take him in, slowly at first, but I began to grow confident as I soon took in the entirety of his flesh. Moving my head back and forth, I looked up at the hypnotizing boy, his eyes barreling into mine as I continued, tears stinging my eyes.

More soft moans of my name escaped his perfectly etched lips. The sound was like music to my ears. I could feel that I was unraveling him as he so often did to me.

He released one last gasp until his liquids shot down my throat, like a salty wave of desire. We were both out of breath as enthralment danced in our eyes.

He brushed his thumb across my plump lips, kissing me once before announcing he had something to do.

There was always something to be done, but I never knew what.

"I'll see you later beautiful," He kissed my forehead before retracing his steps back to the misfortune of reality. I would soon follow him, but that all too familiar pit in my stomach returned.

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I cruised the corridors of the castle as my thoughts provoked distress in my features.

"You alright love? You look like you've seen a bloody ghost," said George with contagious humor laced into his words.

At this, Fred decided to chime in, "Yeah, you look like our mum after she's burnt the Christmas turkey," he snickered at his own words.

"It's just the usual. I'm distracted," I smiled at the both of them as I began to turn around.

"Nah uh missy, you're going to have to tell us a little more than that to pass," said George in mischievous defiance."Who's the lucky guy Grier? Can I take a wild guess?"

I did not like where this was going, especially since Draco said we couldn't tell a soul about whatever the hell we were.

Both boys yelled in perfect unison, "DRACO!"
    "Oh god. How did you find out??" My mind was reeling, thinking back to times we could have been seen.

"Well, for starters, the way you two look at each other. How he comforted you that day in The Three Broomsticks after your second attack. For the grand finale, Seamus saw the two of you canoodling or Merlin knows what by the Black Lake," after Fred's spiel, I cringed at the fact that most of the school probably knew, considering Seamus of all people saw the two of us.

With a dramatic sigh, I didn't even have to ask if my thoughts were true as the twins nodded their heads with grins spread across their freckled faces.

Merlin Draco was going to flip.

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I walked through the halls with Fred and George towards the Great Hall for an early dinner as we shared numerous laughs, and I caved into telling them about Draco and I in further detail.

At this point I had nothing to lose.

I took my usual place next to Fred and Harry at the Gryffindor table as I didn't spend much time with my other two roommates because we were in very few classes together, and they didn't care much about their education.

    I watched as Harry watched me from the corner of his eye. Of course he would be upset with my decision to canoodle, as Fred had put it, with one of his many sworn enemies. I felt terrible because I cherished our friendship, along with everyone else's.

I hadn't even thought about how this would impact my friendships, but if a silly boy, who wasn't even my boyfriend yet, would tear us apart, then maybe I didn't mean much to them.

I leaned closer to Harry and whispered, "I know you must be upset with me."

He turned to face my gaze, a small smile playing upon his features, "Well, I trust you Grier, not him. So for whatever insane reason you have an interest with Draco, I have to believe that some of your goodness has seeped into his thick skull."

I was incredibly relieved to hear those words, and I admired Harry even more.

After an amazing dinner, I headed down to my Slytherin dorm, dominated by tiredness and built up stress. However, I stopped at the threshold of the room as I noticed Draco's demanding presence.

Sorrow filled his usual bright eyes and trails of dried tears were seemingly tattooed on his cheeks.

"My father knows."

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for uploading so late, I had to work tonight. (:

Also, this is incredibly random, but there's a new cute British busboy at my work, and of course the first question I asked him was, "Do you like Harry Potter??" I couldn't help myself. But good god I'm so American. (:

*FYI, I am aware that Cedric technically should have graduated by now, but I couldn't help but put him in the story. Hope ya don't mind.*

I will upload at least twice tomorrow!