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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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A/N: So um... *clears throat* Slash mentioning starts here - Finally! Don't get excited though, it's nothing... to get excited about, really... Next Chapter after this introduces us to the angst genre of the story. Be warned...
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Trelweny: That was exactly what I meant, thank you for pointing that out, hehe :) Hope you continue to read more.

Chapter 37-
Draco lay in his bed with his hands behind his head thinking about what the ghost girl had said. Zabini had already kissed a girl, not just some childish peck on the lips, but a real kiss. Like what Father did to Mother.
And then some. Myrtle's voice repeated in his mind.
"Have either of you ever tongue kissed someone before?" He asked his roommates before he gave it much more thought.
Vincent and Gregory didn't say anything. They were probably shocked by the question, each thinking on whether or not to lie about it.
"Yeah..." Gregory finally answered, his voice low and uneasy.
Great... Gregory Goyle tongue kissed before him. How did that happen? Who would kiss him anyway? He wasn't popular and no girls had seemed to pay him any attention.
"It was wonderful." Vincent added.
Draco sat up in his bed, his mouth gaped open. "You too?!"
His friend blushed and turned his face to hide his embarrassment. "Well, sure..." he mumbled.
"Which girls did you kiss?" Draco was highly interested now. Both of his under average, overweight friends had intimately kissed a girl way before himself, he just couldn't grasp the idea.
It was Gregory's turn to mumble with embarrassment, making Draco ask him to repeat what he had said.
"He said... he hasn't kiss a girl." Vincent answered for his friend cautiously, eyeing Draco, expecting some sort of reaction.
Draco's eyes narrowed with confusion. "But you just told me you tongue kissed-" Both Vincent and Gregory looked away, avoiding eye contact with him. "What's your problem?" He demanded. "Did you or didn't you tongue kiss someone?" He gasped out as it dawned on him what they had meant. "You kissed each other?" He asked in a whisper.
Gregory covered his head with his blanket, a tiny squeak coming out from under the large mound he had made, and Vincent gave a small nod.
"Wow..." Draco wasn't all too surprised. With as much time as they often spent together, anyone would have thought they had came from the same embryo. They had so much in common and had never really showed any interest in girls; no interest in anything really besides each other. It probably didn't help that there had been stories of their mothers having a sexual relationship with each other; Draco having over heard his Godfather and Father speaking about it with wistfulness. Apparently two women kissing was a man's dream.
"No reason to be ashamed, boys." Draco said with a shrug.
"Really?" Gregory asked through his blanket.
"Did you think I was going to end our friendship just because you like each other?"
"Well... yeah..." Vincent sputtered out.
"That would be a very dumb reason to end a lifelong friendship, wouldn't you think? Besides, I am kind of intrigued by this. How does it work?"
"Huh?" Gregory lifted the blanket from his head.
"Teach me. You've had practice I assume? All those detentions alone together?" Draco's eyebrows raised up.
"You want us to kiss you?" Vincent was astonished.
"No!" Draco burst out in laughter, amused by the question. "I want you to kiss each other. With your tongues. Show me how it's done." He would hate to be a bumbling idiot when it was his turn to kiss like that. Which was going to be soon. Like bloody hell he was going to be the last of their year to not have done it. He wondered how many other peers of his had kissed with their tongues. Had Ron, Harry, or Hermione?
And had Lia? It wouldn't surprise him, with as pretty as she was.
Of course beauty made no difference. His Slytherin friends just proved him that. And if the rumors about Pansy were true-
Draco shuddered. Merlin help him, if he got paired with that girl, he'd kill himself.
He watched his friends do the task very slowly, extremely uncomfortable to have him watching them do something they considered private. Well, Draco couldn't blame them, he probably wouldn't like someone watching him either.
Draco chuckled when they were finished. "You two." He shook his head in disbelief, not sure if he would have done the same for one of them. "You're good friends to me." He said seriously. He earned wide smiles with his comment.
Gregory and Vincent; two Slytherins, eager to please. They were perfect for each other.
Draco then wondered which one of them would take the others name if they ever had gotten married.
Ah, that's still many years away. He told himself, but it didn't stop his curious, wandering mind.
* / *
The names of girls swirled around his head, while he tried deciding which girl he deemed worthy enough to earn such a kiss from him. A particular girl in Ravenclaw, Mariam Fundlelopp, came to his mind, but he noticed that she was eyeing some bloke in Hufflepuff.
Diggory...
Cedric Diggory, the most popular Hufflepuff.
"Nothing like shooting for the moon, Fundlelopp." He muttered under his breath. Practically all the girls from Hufflepuff had dibs on him. Draco had overheard it plenty of times. Apparently even Huffies fought with each other; when it came to the opposite sex.
Eventually, it didn't matter who he racked his brain for, it always ended up at the same girl, whose green eyes could nearly hypnotize him. He glanced at her from across the Great Hall. How many times did he have to remind himself that she was forbidden? Apparently that didn't matter at all to the tiny voice inside of his head though. She was the only one he wanted to kiss.
He pressed his lips together, his stomach leaping at the thought of their lips touching. She didn't seem reluctant to Myrtle's suggestion that they should kiss. Well, who would really? He was good looking, rich, and pure. All perfect qualities for kissing. He was sure a lot of girls fantasied about him, but until recently, he hadn't give it much thought.
"Draco..." Pansy sat across the table from him, her foot tapped his, and she gave him a smile that she, no doubt, thought would be appealing to him.
Draco readjusted his foot and pretended to have not noticed her flirtatious gesturing. "Hmm?" He asked, smearing jam on a piece of bread.
"What are you doing tonight?" Pansy asked sweetly. He about groaned in disgust when she started twirling her hair around her finger, and stared at him with her brown eyes.
"Studying." He quickly replied.
"How about you study with me?"
Draco heard Blaise let out a chuckle. "What's so funny?" Draco snapped at him.
He shook his head, but the smirk he wore told Draco that he was wordlessly teasing him. Blaise must had known about Pansy's sudden crush on him, which had started just the other day after Draco had been dumb enough to pick up a quill that she had clumsily dropped in History class. Since then, she had been like a love sick puppy.
Annoyingly sweet and much too clingy.
"He's going to study with us." Gregory told Pansy. "I doubt you'll have a problem with that, will you?" He challenged the girl.
Pansy wrinkled her nose and huffed. "Draco has room for new friends, you and the Gryffies can't hog him all the time."
"Here! Here!" Blaise raised his goblet in agreement, snickering at Draco.
"I already made arrangements. Perhaps another time." Draco said getting up and stalking for the bathroom, muttering under his breath.
What was with Zabini anyway? He took any moment he could to tease him, Draco wanted to hex him, and would have if they had not been in front of the Head Table, where they could easily get into trouble.
Just before he went to slip into the bathroom, he heard a shriek.
"Oh my Lord! I can't belie- Why did you do that?!" A girl cried hysterically.
Miss Dursley?
"Ha! Wow, I hadn't meant to hit you, but now that it's been done-" a male giggled. "Well, brown is a good color for you!"
Draco rounded the corner to see Peeves' eyes shining brightly, stuck in a series of giggles, looking at a very upset Miss Dursley, who was...
Crying?
Draco never thought he would ever see her cry.
He wrinkled his nose at the foul smell that quickly invaded his nose, and realized why she was crying.
A dung bomb.
Normally he would have laughed at her, but the fact that she was sitting on her knees, shedding tears, he just couldn't find any humor in her distress. Hideous substances were a big weakness for her, stopping most of her train of thought if she was in the presence of anything she deemed disgusting and unsanitary.
He approached her, nose still wrinkled from the smell. Draco watched her heave up her dinner, creating an additional foul mess. When he got a good look at the damage, he understood why she was upset. Her beautiful hair, in which he knew she spent a good thirty minutes every morning to make it look in top shape, had been caked with the gloppy mud like dung bomb.
Peeves was still laughing. Something inside of Draco flared up. He scowled at the hovering man who thought it was funny that Miss Dursley was going for a second around of hurling.
"You're a bloody prick!" Draco snarled, taking out his wand. "You think that's funny?! This ought to make you laugh!" He summoned up a Quidditch paddle and charmed it to chase Peeves around, hitting him on the head rapidly if Peeves stopped for too long. The poltergeist's wails echoed down the hallway as he tried escaping the beating.
Draco scourgified Miss Dursley clean, having to cast several spells to get her completely washed. "You're alright." He announced when he was finished. She sniffed and he helped her to her feet before she ran to the girl's bathroom.
Draco stood in the middle of the corridor, silently arguing with himself. One part told him to return to what he had originally been doing before he had come across the girl. But the other part told him to go check on her, and make sure she was truly alright.
Naturally, the latter voice was the one he listened to. He stopped just outside of the bathroom that still said it was out of order. Draco took a quick look around before he went in.
Miss Dursley stood at one of the many sinks, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Myrtle was in the middle of a series of soothing words. "I'll scream at him when I see him next." The ghost said, before she tried setting her hand on Miss Dursley's shoulder. A sad look went across the ghost's face.
Draco cleared his throat to announce his presence. Both the girls looked at him, Miss Dursley stiffened before looking back at the mirror and began fiddling with her hair.
Even with puffy, red eyes, she was pretty. Draco admitted to himself. "Sorry about Peeves." He said quietly.
"It was just so disgusting!" Miss Dursley shrieked, another flow of tears came out. "And... he just laughed at me! How humiliating!"
Draco approached her. "It's over now, you're all clean. I removed all traces of the shat." She took a deep breath to calm herself and held it in. At the same time, she thoroughly inspected her hair. He watched her lips slowly form into a faint smile.
"You did do a good job." She whispered, peering at her reflection. She then turned around so fast that he about jumped at her sudden movement. Before he knew it, her arms were around him, and she was thanking him.
Then she...
Then she...
She kissed his cheek...
The action left him speechless. It was such a soft touch, and, at the same time, it was exhilarating. The pumping of his veins increased in speed. For a moment, all he heard was the pounding of his pulse, echoing inside his ears. Then the shock wore off, and Draco found himself stopping her as she pulled away from the hug.
"Wait." He said softly, his steel grey eyes locking in on her bright green, almond shaped ones. His mouth suddenly felt dry, and Miss Dursley's eyes lowered as she watched him nervously wet his lips.
"Draco...?" She questioned him as she looked at his hands that were clasped around her upper arms.
"I changed my mind!" He said hastily, and pressed his lips to hers.
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