Pity the living- slytherin boys

Malfoy

There is a song after the picture at the top, I really recommend listening while reading <3

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"Hi Dray." I kiss him on the cheek.

"What was that?" He makes a disgusted face.

"Um... affection?" I give him an annoyed look.

Harry, Hermione and Ron pissed me off enough just now. I don't need this from him as well.

"It's disgusting." He states.

I roll my eyes. "Fine." I turn my head away from him.

"Could you do it again?" He mumbles.

A smile curls on my lips. I jump into hugging him and kissing his cheek.

He laughs. We sit down beside each other, looking at the lake. I take out a cigarette and begin smoking.

"Are you excited for the ball?" He asks me.

"I am. But I'm nervous, I hope it'll be good." I exhale smoke in his face, he coughs.

I giggle at the face he makes from it.

"You shouldn't be nervous. It'll be good. Better actually, it'll be amazing."

I look at his face. He looks so sure of what he's saying. I wonder how he can be so confident in his words.

"How do you know?" I ask, a light grin on my face, a dreamy look in my eyes.

"Because we'll be there together."

My eyes soften and widen a bit as a pink rose colour paints my cheek.

I look at the frozen lake and inhale smoke.

"We'll dance, we'll talk, we'll be together. It'll be great." He continues.

I get out of my thoughts and look at him again.

"Dance?" I question.

"Yes." He nods his head.

"I'm... not very good at that." I snicker, embarrassed.

"I could help you..." he suggests.

"Right now?" My eyes widen.

"Yes, right now." He smiles, giving me a hopeful look.

"But, we don't have music." I nervously chuckle again.

"We'll manage." He stands up, reaching out his hand to help me up as well. I throw my cigarette aside on the snow and stand up by myself.

"You're too independent." He shakes his head.

"Am I now?" I squint my eyes.

"Yes." He wraps both his hands around my waist.

"Now you put your hands on my shoulders." He instructs.

I lay my arms on his shoulders and hold my hands behind his neck, pulling us closer.

He starts moving around and I move with him.

"This is not what McGonagle taught us." I look up at him as we turn around together.

"It's not the same dance." He says.

"But how will I know the dance for the- Ahhh!" I yelp as he lifts me up by my waist.

He slowly puts me back on the snowy ground. Once my feet hits the floor he stops moving us around.

"You'll get it once we'll be there."