Crush

"Wake up," came a voice, pulling Draco out of his dream, "If you don't hurry we won't have time for breakfast."

Draco groaned and rolled over onto his side

"Jesus Zabini it's Saturday for fucks sake!" Draco snapped, "Let me sleep."

"Fine," replied Blaise casually as he sauntered out the door, "Oh yeah, Pansy left you this note. Rather touching if you ask me."

Draco didn't say anything merely closed his eyes and drifted of back to sleep...

He was walking along the edge of the lake when he heard light splashing noises. He turned and saw Madison swimming in the water as if the world were hers alone. He gasped and upon hearing him she swam over to the shore and walked toward him. Her body was glistening with the cool water and Draco couldn't help but notice the way her wet clothes clung to her body. He was taken by surprise when she grabbed his hand and led him back to the water's edge...

"Draco get up!" commanded Pansy.

Draco blinked a couple times before sitting up.

"Why the hell are you all wet?" the girl demanded to know.

Madison.

* * * * *

Madison was walking back to her common room when Draco caught up with her.

"What have you done to me?" he asked while pulling her in the direction of an empty classroom.

"What ever do you mean?" she replied as sweetly as possible. The presence of his hand on her shoulder was tying her stomach in knots but she somehow managed to keep her composure.

"For one thing," Draco began, running a hand through his unusually untidy hair, "I woke up wet."

Madison laughed in surprise at his comment, causing Draco to realize what it was he'd just said.

"I meant that I was completely drenched, as if I'd just taken a swim...in the lake."

Madison raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, "I don't know what I can do to help you with that one. But what I can do is..."

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, "I can most definitely meet you by the lake at midnight."

With a wink and a smile, she left Draco standing in the empty classroom, shaking his head in disbelief.

* * * * *

"Have you thought about what I said this morning?" Pansy asked as he sat down next to her during lunch.

Instead of answering her, Draco grunted and reached for the pumpkin juice.

"Draco, answer me!" Pansy demanded, drawing stares of curiosity from a few of the more nosy students.

"I would like to enjoy my lunch in peace so if you would please shut the hell up it would be very much appreciated," Draco stated as if reading from a book.

"Fine," said Pansy, almost whispering, "but don't you dare forget or a letter just might happen to find a way to your father."

Draco abruptly got up from the table.

"Send a letter then," Draco whispered back, "He can't do anything from Azkaban you foolish girl."

Pansy said nothing but slyly handed him the first few pages of the Daily Prophet. Draco glanced down at the headline on the front page.

Deatheaters break lose from Azkaban: Wizarding Community in Turmoil

"Do you like what you see?" Pansy asked Draco silently read the article.

Knowing that Pansy had power over him, little but nonetheless power, angered Draco to the point where he wanted to hurt her...badly. Instead, he abruptly left the hall before his anger got the best of him.

* * * * * *

Draco came out of the Great Hall just in time to see Blaise roughly pushing a girl into the same empty classroom he and Madison had occupied earlier.

"If I was you naked," he heard Blaise say, "I'd die happy."

Draco smirked to himself, 'Where the hell did Zabini get that line from?' he thought.

"If I saw you naked," he heard a voice counter, "I'd die laughing."

Draco chortled with laughter until an awful realization hit him. That voice belonged to Madison...his Madison. As if his legs had a mind of their own, Draco made his way to the open door of the classroom.