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[Chapter eleven]

I walked slowly at his side, my eye's flickering every now and again to his beautiful face. My hand itched to entwine with his but I wouldn't be as brave to actually grab it and pull it within mine. He hadn't talked since asking me out on this walk by the lake but it wasn't uncomfortable...it was slightly thoughtful. I wondered whether he was thinking about me.

Don't be silly Grace of course he is.

I smiled to myself, yes maybe he could be thinking about me instead of this stupid idiotic war we where both so tightly wrapped in. I hugged myself tighter in my coat with a small smile.

Finally he cleared his throat, stopped and slowly grabbed my hand.

“Grace?”

“Hm?” I couldn't quiet talk yet, from being silent had lost me my voice, temporally. However I took the time to notice how soft and warm his hands where and that they where much bigger than mine. I couldn't help but sigh.

“Have you ever wanted to say something but you couldn't quiet find the words to come out with it?”He asked me, his deep brown eye's burning into mine was a need for understanding.

Oh there was that time when my mum didn't believe it wasn't me who-

“Yeah, a few times actually”

He grinned at me, a soft grin that could make any sane girls heart melt. I blinked a few times, my heart hammering in my chest like a bird desperately trying to escape its cage.

“Well I have something to tell you...so...could you just- argh” he laughed, his cheeks tingeing a faint pink.

“C'mon Oliver it can't be that bad, is it about this war? Because if it is we can just-”

“No, no!” he squeezed down on my hand and inched a little closer to me. I looked up at him, confusion probably scrawled over my face. “ Grace what I'm trying to say is that I really like you”

Sorry you must have the wrong person! Why would you like me when there are far more prettier girls than me.

It's odd how excited I was to just hear him mutter those words and oddly his embarrassment saved me from mine. Did he already know I liked him or should I say just in case.

“I like you too Oliver but you probably already know that..” I laughed shyly. I had only just noticed how close we where, like a magnetic force had pulled us together and planted us a few centimetres away from each others lips. I watched the dazed look fall over his face, my hand suddenly on his chest as he leaned down. I tip toed a little to make it easy.

I cant describe how much of a good kisser he was, he was so delicate and soft like a feather brushing my lips, tickling me but forcing me to want more. His hands, oh his hands where travelling up my spine sending joyful tingles down my body. The smell of him was enough to drive me crazy, it was leather, apple's and some sort of musky cologne mixed together making a spell over me. The feather kisses slowed down, mine matching perfectly with his as they did so. Our eye's fluttered open together as he placed the last kiss on my lips.

I looked up at him, another shy smile taking over my face as I inspected his. I noticed his lips where slightly pink from our kiss. I blushed.

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for” He whispered, his hands now pressed to my lower back pulling me even closer. “Will you be my girlfriend Grace?”

I didn't have to think about it. Even though my head was fuzzy and I couldn't think straight I just didn't need to think.

“Yes” I breathed.

His eye's widened with happiness as he suddenly picked me up and twirled me around. I laughed joyfully at all of the sensations I was feeling right now.

[Draco Malfoy's P.O.V]

Stood underneath the arch as I watched them both I couldn't help but wonder what they where talking about, there faces slightly pink from what? The cold? hm. I took a few steps, making sure I was covered by the shadows so that I didn't stir attention to myself I continued to watch them.

These where the two people to initiate a war between Gryffindor and Slytherin yet they couldn't talk to each other without blushing. Pathetic.

I leaned against the stone wall of the courtyard as he grabbed her hand. Why would he do that? Weren't they just friends?

What friend forces the other to initiate a war?

I smirked...That was until they where too close, I couldn't see there face's; not like I cared but I did want to know what they where saying. I watched Wayward now, her eye's fully on him as she seemed to study the closeness between them. Too delicate. I shook my head. Her hand came up to his chest and he kissed her.

I suppose this makes it easier. I can take them both down in one blow. Kill two birds with one stone.

My hands shook at my sides. And I thought Wood had taste! They soon parted, his smile making me feel sick and her happiness making me even angrier than I was to only jump around like fools.

I turned on my heel and marched back into the castle. Big, big plans had to be made. It was time this Wayward truly saw her house. Before this year I only knew her was the quiet girl in her little group, barely looked up as she walked to classes, her sweet voice much described as resembling an angel only infuriated me more now. I hated everything about her.

[End of Draco Malfoy's P.O.V]

[Fred Weasley's P.O.V]

I chuckled as me and my brother watched from behind the corner as Malfoy angrily stormed towards us. I loved seeing the ferret mad, he was a cockroach that needed squishing!. We would have to send some flowers to whoever had upset him. I grinned at George.

“One” I whispered.

“Two” he said, a little louder than me.

We both jumped out at him, he stepped back instantly realising he was being ambushed and made a grab for his wand.

“THREE!” we screamed as we dropped our two, tiny beetles, they scurried along the floor towards him.

“Ha!” he snorted. “Is that it? Is that all you've-ARGH!”

We jumped around laughing as the beetles started to take there intended new shape, there size suddenly enlarged, they grew ears, yellow/orange fur, sharp teeth and claws to rip your throat out. Two Lions stood proudly, there heads held high as they roared up at him.

He backed away, scared out of his wits as they slowly, pre cautiously followed there targets.

His face was magic! I couldn't stop laughing and neither could George.

“Good Job George!”

“You to Fred” we both high fived.

“Er...Get it away! NOW!” He roared only infuriating the bests more with his obnoxiously loud voice. Mine let out a startling roar.

“Good boy!” I cooed while slapping my knees. “Go get the nasty Mr!”

On those words it charged after him, Malfoy's mouth fell open as he screamed for his pathetic life. George's lion refusing to miss out on the fun took after them both, his heavy footsteps padding down on the floor.

“Help! Somebody help! There's two lions chasing after ARGH!!”

“Well it's safe to say we won that one”

“Right again my brother!”

Turning around, smirking to each other we took off to find our next target. Oh this had been planned for ages. Poor Flint.