Faith is Stronger (Harry Potter Fan fiction)

This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has read this so far. You all are amazing and magical and deserve to all be on a chocolate frog card. The first person to comment will pop up in the next chapter. I think… O.o Read the Author’s Note at the end of the chapter or be forever bat-bogeyed! Mwhahaha O.O

“Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you know you can lose.” – Tom Krause

Draco’s P.o.V.

Fury pulsed through me as this person shoved me against the wall. Who the hell was doing this? Who would dare touch me? Let alone barricade me in a broom closet? When I found out, I would set them straight and—

“Just shut up and kiss me.” I nearly fell on my arse when I heard her voice. What the hell was the Gryffindor Lioness doing pulling me into a closet and…and did she just say kiss her? Okay, now I’m confused. Why the hell would she want to kiss me? She hated me and I was greatly annoyed by her, though I did not return her feelings. I didn’t want to admit it, but she was very beautiful, always had been. And she had never shown outright hatred for me like other Gryffindors, or the rest of the school for that matter.

“Are you done thinking, Casanova?” she asked humorously. I glared down at where I could see her eyes shining, but no other part of her. Her hands, which felt strong but delicate, were still shackling me to the wall and I could feel the heat of her body as it was almost touching mine. My body began to respond and I was even more appalled.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded. Whoa, she has grey eyes. Like staring into pure rain clouds. I leaned forward to get a closer look.

“You are too slow.” She said. Her hands released mine and before I could register much else, she had gripped the back of my neck and pressed her lips to mine. I closed my eyes at the feel of her mouth. Salazar! This was a kiss. Holy hell. I groaned as she pressed her body against mine and ran her tongue along my lower lip. I gripped my hands at her waist, pulling her closer and pressing hungrily at her mouth. She was like honey and wine. Bloody amazing.
I didn’t wait for permission, but squeezed her waist and thrusting my tongue against hers as she gasped. She fought for dominance in the kiss and I had no intention of letting her win when her hands let go of my neck and traced a pattern down my chest. I lost focus for a second as I became aroused and she won the kiss, her tongue tracing along my mouth. I let out a breathy sigh and pulled her even closer. I didn’t care that she could feel how excited I was by this because damn; I had never kissed a witch this enticing!
She pulled her lips away and I let my own trail down to her neck, nipping and kissing softly along her velvety skin.

“Thank you” she whispered. I broke away from her neck to look at her confused. I saw her eyes glint victoriously and happily before she was suddenly gone, the door swinging shut behind her.

My mouth dropped to the floor. Did that really just happen? I just…with Grace…in a broom closet…? Holy hell now I had another problem to deal with on top of this damn mission. I stared frustratedly at my trousers and ran a hand through my hair. Well, shower time…
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Jacky’s P.o.V.

I watched from behind a pillar as he left the closet, mumbling about showers. I followed him silently until he reached his common room. The last thing I heard was him snapping that the bathrooms had better be empty before the portrait closed behind him. I turned and ran all the way up till I could slide down to the floor next to the Fat Lady.

I touched my lips softly. Oh my Godric. I kissed Draco. I made out with Draco. He left a love bite on my neck. I was high off euphoria. Finally, after six years of waiting, I finally kissed him! Butterflies were having a party with some bees and kangaroos in my stomach. I had to write to mum and tell her that it worked!

I stumbled into the room, knowing I had about ten minutes before the seventh years brought down the first years for our game. I accioed some parchment and a quill from my bag before sitting down at a table and writing quickly.

Mum,
   It worked! I can’t believe it. I bow down to your superiorness. Truly mother, I cannot tell you how happy I am! I did everything you suggested, cornering him, kissing him, getting him “excited”, everything. And then left. Even though I wanted to stay. You’d be proud of me; it was like tearing you away from a freshly made PB&J.
I watched as he walked away, and yes I stalked a little. But I had to make sure! And he went straight to the common room and was mumbling under his breath about showers the entire way there. I really think this year is it. I don’t care what anyone says about him. The only thing that could deter me is if he’s a death eater and I highly doubt he would ever do that. He’s too pure for that.
Well, it’s almost time for First Year Olympics. Wish me luck! Give my love to Patrick and Barlow.