A Powerful and Painful Addiction

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Chapter 4: Sensible To Slut

Joely surveyed the Great Hall looking to see what her parents had gotten her into when she heard McGonagall say, "Miss McGill is Hogwarts' newest Gryffindor."

Draco lifted himself off his chair slightly as the tartan professor spoke. When the word "Gryffindor" rang into his ears, he dropped back into his chair with a thud. Joely had been sorted into Gryffindor. He was shocked! At first he questioned the possibility of her having been heavily influenced by her having spent so much time with the golden trio and the other Gryffin-dolts. He was off his rocker with heat and disappointment he didn't really know what to think of the outcome.

Congratulatory cheers rang out to her welcomingly from the houses. Pansy was even excited and clapping loudly at McGonagall's announcement. She was enthralled, if not more so than the Gryffindors themselves. Joely was baring a smile that Draco had seen only one other time: the day by the pool. Her face was alit with pure and honest joy. She had never expected such a welcoming from everyone. She walked down the steps in front of professors' table towards the cheering table of Gryffindors that were gesturing her over with a bounce in her step. Hermione waved Joely toward her and she slipped in to a seat between Hermione and Neville and across from Harry and Ron.

"What did I tell you, Harry? I believe you owe three Galleons," said Hermione gleefully.

Professor McGonagall tapped the side of her glass to quiet the hall down.

"Well done Gryffindor for your newest member. I know that Miss McGill..." Dumbledore began giving Joely a wink, "will be a very worthy addition." The Great Hall congratulating once more. The racket was allowed to continue for a few more minutes until a few red and gold sparks flew from the tip of Dumbledore's wand; even his wise and ancient face adorning a smile

"Your attention please everyone. Would everyone please settle, we still have the sorting of our new first years to take place," said McGonagall.

"Yes, now let the sorting begin," said Dumbledore. With a wave of his hands the big, heavy doors opened to allow Professor Snape entrance with a queue of nervous eleven year olds behind him, looking disgusted at having to do McGonagall's dirty work. Many of the first years could be seen wringing their tiny hands or biting their nails. One boy in the front looked clearly ready to pass out.

"Oh gods look at them," Joely said with a frown. "They look so nervous, I'm glad I'm not with them, poor guys. Did I look that nervous when I was standing on those steps?" Joely thumbed toward the head's table whispering to Hermione.

"I think you were quite calm and collected truthfully," Hermione told her.

"I was scared out of my mind," she answered back. Snape and the new first years were making their way down the walkway towards the stool on the steps in front of the head's table. "I'm even nervous for them." Ron, Harry and Joely were still talking when -

"Quiet, the sorting is about to begin!" Hermione said slightly above a whisper on the edge of her seat.

By the end of the sorting ceremony there were seven new Ravenclaws, six new Slytherins, six new Hufflepuffs, and seven new Gryffindors, each and every student receiving a round of applause as they took their seats at their new house tables. Each student that had been sorted into Slytherin, Joely watched take there seat in hopes of catching a glimpse of Draco; though each perusal of the table turned up useless as he was nowhere to be seen. The parchment that once held the eleven year olds names burst into flames and was reduced to ashes. Snape took his seat next to Professor McGonagall and scowled at the Gryffindor table.

"Your attention please," McGonagall announced clapping her hands together twice.

"I have just a few words to say before we begin the feast. . . . Loosen your belts and tuck in!" Dumbledore waved his hands and the food appeared in that instant.

Joely couldn't do anything but hold her mouth open in spectacular awe.

"Wha...how...wow!" There was a slight pause then she smiled brightly and said, "I have never seen anything like this! This is incredible!"

"Wicked huh?" Ron said almost shooting un-swallowed mashed potatoes at Joely. "This is the best thing that happens all year."

"Ron! Please chew and swallow your food before you speak! I'm getting nauseous, it's really disgusting!"

"Hermione, calm down, you know that Ron always talks with his mouth full of food! That's usually when his sentences make sense." Hermione and Ron both shot Harry glares that said 'Do you want to die tonight?' and Harry threw his hands up once again in defense and went back to his plate as Joely snickered, covering her mouth his her napkin.

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Draco hadn't a clue where his feet were taking him; but as his body was attached at the hip, he was obviously following. He was so misplaced about... everything. His new found emotions, his possible feelings for Joely, how to keep her away from the 'Golden Trio' and Pansy; but most of all... why she was deemed a Gryffindor when he knew she was a born Slytherin. Before long he found himself sitting on the ledge of the balcony in the Astronomy Tower. The infamous Astronomy Tower that was more famous for its snogging couples then for its intended educational purpose. Then again, who knows how many people had received an "education" up here.

He glanced up into the sky to see the moon and stars shining like never before against the ebony sky. He didn't know if he was confused, hurt, crushed... or just outright mad.

"Why?" Draco said aloud running his hand roughly through his hair. He stopped at the nape of his neck and scratched in frustration. "She has Slytherin in her blood, she's a Slytherin in everyway possible..." he ticked off on his fingers. "But that fucking hat believes she's a Gryffindor!" Draco's anger and frustration rolled out of control and got the better of him, resulting in him slamming his fist down onto the concrete ledge; a sickening crunch breaking his brooding mood.

He made not a sound; not even a face of pain. His barrier of no visible emotions had erected itself up once more. He exited the Astronomy Tower and set off for the infirmary. With his wand and writing hand more then likely broken, he knew it must be mended before the official start of classes on Monday. What a year this will be.

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Happy chatter mixed with moans and groans of extremely full and tired students was reverberated off the walls. All the food, desserts, plates and utensils disappeared from the house tables leaving nothing but the drinking goblets.

"I'm so full." Ron looked like a chipmunk with food still packed in his cheeks.

"I knew I shouldn't have eaten that third treacle tart!" Harry looked positively nauseous.

"Ugh..." Was all that was heard from Hermione's slightly opened mouth. There was a slight pause in talking from the whole hall, but was broken at the Gryffindor table by Joely.

"I think my food is about to revisit me." By the completion of this statement, her face was a nasty shade of green. All four of them plus more students from every house were holding their stomachs. "I'm never eating again. Never." Joely was barely even able to speak that small sentence.

"Attention everyone please." McGonagall began tapping her glass again.

"There are a few notices that I would like to give out. Firstly, to our new sixth year, our new first years, as well as our familiar students; the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to everyone," Dumbledore said while giving a glare to the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked innocently at each other. "Secondly, in regards to Miss McGill it seems that we have some incredible circumstances. Miss McGill is also our newest prefect and will be joining Miss Granger in representing Gryffindor in excellence. This is the first time in Hogwarts history that there have been two female prefects in the same year, in the same house. Quite incredible, I daresay. I'm sure that she will be a credit to the prefects.

"There is also some more wonderful and exciting news. There is to be two new events taking place at Hogwarts this year," Professor Dumbledore began while standing. Whispers and quiet chatter began all over the Great Hall.

"Hermione, do you know that this is about?"

"Ron, I may be a prefect but I don't pretend to know all that goes on at this school. This is news to me as well," she snapped. Pure confusion burst into the hall with an exploding force.

"This year, I am proud to announce that Hogwarts will be holding its 1^st Annual Halloween and Valentine Balls. Decorations, music, food and rules will be planned and set up by our prefects and be confirmed by our new Head Boy and Girl and myself." Shouts of joy were thundering off every wall.

"Yes!" Parvati and Lavender high fived each other.

"Wow, we better get started tomorrow!" Hermione bit her bottom lip.

"Hermione, school hasn't even started yet and already you're worried about planning the events!"

"Harry!" she bit. "The sooner we start the better it will turn out. The decorations, the music, and for you two..." she pointed to Harry and Ron, "human garbage disposals; the food will be the best possible!"

"Uh...Hermione." Joely snapped her fingers in front of Hermione's stern face. "Granted that I don't know you very well, but it is possible to achieve good marks and still have fun."

"We all know she could use a bit of fun." Hermione glowered at Harry for his remark.

"Don't forget your extensive work in wandless magic!" Hermione nearly shouted.

"Shhhh!" Joely clamped her hand over Hermione's mouth. "I told you that they're accidents!"

Hermione peeled Joely's hand away. "Why do I get the impression that you're already lying to me?" she asked with squinted eyes.

"It's a rather long story that I don't particularly find delight in telling."

"All right then," Hermione whispered almost inaudibly.

Harry and Ron were looking very curious, resulting to end the movement with shrugs.

"Off to bed now, it's been a long day and all of you deserve a good, long night's sleep." Dumbledore grinned as the students slowly began to rise from their tables and filter out into the corridors.

"That man knows me so well already, must sleep." Joely stretched her arms above her head and yawned; Harry and Ron still holding their aching stomachs.

"Aww did ickle Harry and Ron eat too much?" Hermione cooed.

"Excuse me but who was just 'ugh'ing a few minutes ago?" Ron snipped.

"Well that may be but -" Hermione's speech was interrupted when she let out a very loud, very un-ladylike burp. She slapped her hand over her mouth and blushed a shade of crimson red. "Ah! I can't believe I just did that!" she mumbled against her hand. Harry, Ron and Joely were laughing so hard Joely's eyes were watering.

"I never knew something so big could come from someone so small, but then again you guys have never met my three year old cousin Dylan. Now that kid can burp with the best of them!" Joely panted as her fast heartbeat quelled.

Harry and Ron had to stop in the middle of the corridor and lean against each other to keep from falling over in their trembles of guffaws. Though Hermione showed hints of embarrassment, a weak smile was fighting her dignity to appear.

"See it's not that hard to relax is it?"

"That was rude; I shouldn't have done that."

"In case you couldn't tell Hermione; it popped out while you were talking; totally uncontrollable." Hermione smiled just slightly bigger but was still crimson in the cheeks. She turned around to see Harry and Ron down the corridor and the rest of the Gryffindors that were following still laughing at hearing the Hermione Granger burp. She turned on her heel, stuck her nose in the air and marched down the corridor.

"There has to be a wild side to you Hermione that needs to be let out every now and then. Everyone needs to be a little crazy sometimes, it's not healthy to never have fun!"

"Too much to be done to have fun. I need top grades to get into the Ministry!"

"Girl please! You're number one in our year; and number five in the school, you can chill out once in awhile!" Joely cocked her eyebrow and smirked.

Hermione's eyes were almost crossed in confusion. "How did you know that?" Their journey up the fourth staircase began. "Oh by the way, the staircases move, but how did you know my rank?"

"When Professor Dumbledore offered me the position of prefect, I asked him what I was ranked here with my Salem grades and my O.W.L. scores and who was above me and he told me."

"Where are you ranked?" Hermione was very anxious.

"I'm fourth in our year and eighth in the school. Actually I'm in a three way tie for my school rank."

"Wow that's really good. What about the other positions?"

"Year wise, Draco is second and a Ravenclaw is third. School wise I don't know about the positions above you, but sixth is a Hufflepuff seventh year, seventh is a Gryffindor seventh year and the three way tie is me, Draco and a fourth year Ravenclaw." Hermione looked pleased knowing that Joely was like her and put pride and effort into her schoolwork.

"Password." Joely cocked and eyebrow and smirked at how stern this portrait was with them. But it was even more peculiar for her to be requesting entrance to a portrait. Salem's house entrances were guarded by suits of armor or gargoyles, remembering a particular statue that hissed if you weren't a member of that house.

"Aeternitus Lumen," Hermione replied.

"Light of Eternity huh? Who came up with that password?" Joely, Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors minus Harry and Ron entered the common room. Hermione was in her element as she gave a brief speech to the newest additions to Gryffindors about the rules and where the dormitories were.

"Hey come on I'll show you our dorm! The prefects get a room and bathroom to themselves in the house. I can't believe Ron gave this up." Hermione grabbed Joely's hand and took off up the stairs on the right. There was another portrait, but this one was of a little girl in a blue taffeta dress on a swing.

"Password please," she giggled.

"We have to think of a good password," Hermione said to Joely.

"What about Pepper Imp? My dad bought me some of those once," she contemplated.

Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "Sounds all right with me. We'll use that one." They both glanced at the portrait that nodded, giggled again and swung open. When Joely stepped in her jaw dropped to the floor for the third time that night. The room was something to talk about.

"Wow! This room is incredible!"

"It is rather nice and comfy looking," Hermione said while checking out the room for any noticeable changes from the previous year.

"So I take it that since my trunk is in front of this bed it's mine?"

"Yes, that's usually where the house-elves put them." Hermione opened the wardrobe on the left. "This one's mine since my clothes are already in it, so that one..." she pointed to the only other one in the room, "must be yours."

Joely loved the room, pure and simple. The huge four poster bed was gorgeous; the woodwork on the frame and posts was very intricate; the canopy and covers where both deep red, but were actually down in velvet duvets. The window next to Joely's bed let in just the right amount of moonlight to ensure that there wasn't going to be many stubbed toes while heading for the bathroom at night. When she sat down on the bed it was so plush and comfortable that she knew she could crash right then and there, but reminded herself that she had one other task to complete. Deciding on having a look around the bathroom and common room at her return, she jumped up to depart.

"This is going to be some year."

"I think so too," Hermione smiled bright.

"Hey, what time is curfew?" Joely asked with her hands in her back pockets.

"Eleven."

"Great, do you know how to get to the Slytherin common room?"

"It's in the dungeons. Why?" Hermione's eyes quite curious.

"I just wanted to see Draco being bed. He told me that I wasn't Gryffindor material, so that's just something to hear him come up with an excuse for." Joely started out the dormitory door but was stopped.

"Joely, I should really tell you that Slytherins and Gryffindors don't get along too well."

"Why?" Joely's brow furrowed.

"Never have, never will. It goes all the way back to when Hogwarts was built."

"Ouch...that long huh?" The once furrowed brow was now raised.

"Hmmm," Hermione nodded.

"Well Draco and I get along really well so maybe this might change things a bit?" Joely exited the dormitory with a smile and literally jumped down the stairs.

"Hmm, yeah maybe...maybe not." Hermione didn't know if she should inform Harry and Ron, but opted that it was for the best to remain quiet. She shrugged her shoulders acknowledging that Professor Dumbledore must be told... eventually. After all, something deep within her was telling her Joely was the one on the floor.

Joely opened the portrait door to see Harry and Ron standing with furious expressions. Ron's scowl could make a dragon stick its tail between its legs and cowl; while Harry's narrowed eyes and crunched brow would make give anyone the impression that he was a very unpleasant man. Both had their arms crossed against their chests and Ron was tapping his foot to an invisible beat.

"Well, well what have we here?" Joely smirked.

"This isn't funny, Joely, we've been out here knocking on the portrait for someone to let us is for forty-five minutes. Finally, Dean opened the door but thought he would have a laugh by shutting it right in our faces! Then when it was closed, the fat lady was gone!" Ron bellowed.

"WHOA! WHOA! Ron, calm down it's not the end of the world, besides I'm not laughing...anymore am I now?-- no. Why didn't you know the password?"

"Only the prefects get the new password for the start of the term!" Harry jumped in.

"Hey, hey I didn't know it either till Hermione said it to the portrait, so just calm down. You're scaring the spiders."

"EEK! Spiders! Where?"

Joely was now doubled over laughing at Ron's 'EEK!' "Ron it was a joke! Get it, ha, ha joke."

"I don't like spiders, Joely!"

"I know, you almost jumped out the compartment door on the train when there was one on the window. It was outside mind you."

"Still it had eight legs and was big and hairy!"

"All right, no more spider jokes from me, I promise, okay?"

Harry was still finding a bit of humor in Ron's comment about the spider being big and hairy when he knew that it was no bigger than un-sharpened pencil lead. "So what's the password?"

"Why do you want to know?" Joely said with a smirk and in a Russian accent.

"It is imperative that I find out! Everyone's lives are at stake, I must get in!" Harry replied with a weak attempt to double the accent.

"Only on one condition. Nice accent though," she laughed.

"Hmm?" Harry raised the right side of his mouth with pursed lips and squinted.

"Tell me how to get to the dungeons from here."

"Why do you want to go there?"

"Hermione said that the Slytherin common room is in the dungeons and I wanted to tell Draco goodnight after finding out where he fled to before dinner."

"Joely...uh..." Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

"I know, I know, Slytherins and Gryffindors aren't exactly the best of friends, Hermione already told me but Draco's different. Trust me!"

"Mmkay... go down -" Harry explained how to reach the dungeons from Gryffindor Tower.

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Draco walked in the hospital wing to see two people already occupying beds; recognizing them as Cho Chang and Millicent Bulstrode.

"What are you doing here?" Millicent asked sharply.

Draco lifted up his right hand. "Broken." Still, he refused himself to show emotion.

"Pansy's looking for you."

"Like I give a damn about what that bint is doing."

"Five points from Slytherin for inappropriate language, Mr. Malfoy!" snapped the Head Girl Cho Chang.

Draco narrowed his eyes and muttered "Sod off," under his breath.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy what can I -?" Madam Pomfrey began but stopped when she saw Draco's bleeding, limp hand. "Mr. Malfoy, what have you done?" She wasn't being very gingerly with his hand.

Draco only shrugged.

"Take a seat there," she pointed to the bed next to Millicent, "and I'll be right back and fix you in a heartbeat." She left for her office.

Draco thought, Hmm, how do you fix a heartbeat? His face remained blank and expressionless. But he was feeling pain; deep within him. Pain that was writhing within him, twisting like snakes and squeezing his organs. Can you even mend one? How do you fix a broken one at that? Does a potion or spell exist to fix what I'm feeling? he continued to ponder.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I seem to be out of my mending potions, so you'll have to settle for a spell and stay the night," she said while retrieving her wand from her apron pocket.

"I'm not staying here all night," he said icily.

"You will if I say you will, understood? I'll send for someone to being your pajamas when I'm finished with my spell."

"I don't rightly care." With a few choice words by Madam Pomfrey, Draco's hand was repaired but not at full strength. Poppy tucked her wand away and returned to her office. Millicent stared at Draco with worry.

"Are you all right, Draco? You were fine on the train at first before you took off in a rampage, then you were all right again right before the sorting when you took off again. Where did you go?"

"None of your fucking business."

"All right! Just chill out!" Millicent said with anger.

She had done it, she had said that word. Draco let out a very loud "UGH!" and kicked over the table at the foot of his bed. Madam Pomfrey charged in indignantly. "Mr. Malfoy! Control your anger immediately!" He just stared at her. "Mr. Zabini is bringing your pajamas and a change of clothes." Draco, still seething inside with anger. Madam Pomfrey returned to her office once again but slammed the door shut very loudly this time.

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Joely was lost, oh so lost. "Where the hell did he say -?" She repeated Harry directions to herself over and over again in her mind. She knew that she had followed them exactly. Luckily that's when she saw -

"Blaise!" she yelled as she saw him at the top of a descending staircase. She ran to catch up to him. "Hey how's it going?" she panted.

"Pretty good, congratulations on making Gryffindor!" he said, rubbing her shoulders gently.

"Thanks. I know you're in Slytherin so could you show me the way there? I want to see Draco before bed and find out why he wasn't at the feast."

"Funny you mention Draco, but you won't find him in our common room. I'm actually on my way to bring him this stuff ." He showed Joely the clothes and toothbrush he was carrying. "He's in hospital."

Joely just looked at Blaise wide-eyed. "Wha... what happened to him?" she asked, showing concern and placing a piece of the hair behind her ear.

Blaise shrugged. "Don't know, but I'll take you to him." He jerked his head in the direction he was heading and she followed, both arriving less then five minutes later. Just outside the door before walking in Professor McGonagall finally found Joely.

"Miss McGill, there you are. Continue on with what you're doing, Mr. Zabini." Blaise eyed Joely suspiciously. Giving him a send off wink assuring him that she hadn't done anything wrong (that she knew of), and he disappeared behind the big, oak doors.

"I wanted to inform you that you are to patrol the hallways tonight with Miss Granger who is filling in for Mr. Malfoy while he is..." she gestured with her hand to the infirmary doors, "out." Joely nodded. "She will show you the castle tonight for you to be patrolling tomorrow night with Mr. Malfoy."

Meanwhile inside the hospital............

"Ah, Mr. Zabini yes Mr. Malfoy's things." She greeted him just when he was inside the doors. "He's behind the second to the last curtain." She pointed. "He's also a little temperamental at the moment -"

"I AM NOT!" Draco yelled. So maybe the barrier was receding. Blaise rolled his eyes and nodded to Madam Pomfrey before walking over to see Draco staring blankly, but mad none the less.

"I brought your stuff."

"Good for you." Or maybe not.

"Joely was on her way in here with me when McGonagall pulled her aside."

"Hmm?" Draco's attention had finally been caught.

"She was on her way to our common room to see you when I ran into her on the stairs." Blaise continued to babble while Draco zoned out recalling the introduction he brought between Blaise and Joely. Fortunately, they were only interested in a platonic relationship. But even if there was an inkling of romance, Draco knew that Blaise was no match for a Malfoy, let alone him. "So I told her that since I was bringing you your stuff, I would bring her to you."

Finally he shuts up! Draco thought. "Well don't just stand there, Zabini, go see if McGonagall is still ranting!" Draco bellowed, shooing him toward the doors. Having searched the whole corridor and several staircases, Blaise returned empty-handed.

"Nah she's gone, mate."

The blank face returned. "Fuck!" he muttered.

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"This little alcove and hall is publicly known as the 'Hufflepuff Snogging Hall.' Most of the time you won't find anyone there but check anyways just to be sure."

"'Kay," Joely said with a nod when all of a sudden -

CRASH!!

"What the -?" Joely began and then heard two people yell....

"PEEVES!" It was Hermione and a scruffy looking man she had never seen before, holding a repugnant looking feline. Upon meeting up with the two Gryffindor girls, Joely's nose crunched at the unpleasantness of the cat and its owner.

"Joely, this is Mr. Filch; Hogwarts' caretaker and his cat..." Hermione gave a sneer, "Mrs. Norris." Joely already had a high distaste for the two, especially the cat. "Mr. Filch, this is Joely McGill, Gryffindor's newest prefect. Joely, why don't you finish patrolling this wing to get the feel for it, and I'll go after Peeves. If you get lost, just ask the pictures to help you find your way!" Hermione yelled while her and Filch took off in opposite directions leaving behind the dreaded Mrs. Norris.

Who's Peeves? she wondered. Glancing down at the cat, she an odd suspicion that the red-eyed Mrs. Norris was waiting for her to commit an infraction. "What are you some kind of a cat that wants to be a watch dog? Buzz off." Joely set off down the corridor with her hands in her pockets while the cat edged cautiously away, still beating its beady eyes on her.

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"Madam Pomfrey, could I please return to my room, my hand is just fine," Draco ranted.

"Hush, Mr. Malfoy, you'll wake the others," fussed Poppy, stretching and flexing Draco's long fingers.

"I couldn't care less. Besides, they'll go right back to sleep. I don't want to be here anymore."

She glowered at him. "All right, Mr. Malfoy, you may leave, but the slightest telltale of pain, I want you to return immediately." She was very stern with him.

"Sure." Madam Pomfrey closed the curtain around his bed for him to change. It was not only dark, but everyone was asleep so the need for the curtain Draco found to be frivolous. He had changed into regular clothes faster than he could think back upon and literally flew out of the infirmary. He knew he was too awake to sleep, so he opted to walk until he was either sleepy or too bored to do anything but sleep.

He reached a patch of moonlight on the corridor floor when he remembered his name being on the patrol list for tonight in his common room; also remembering that he was scheduled to patrol with Joely tonight. He checked his watch and saw that it was only midnight. "Maybe she's still out?" he said out loud. "Okay, where could she have ended up between Gryffindor Tower and the other side of the castle in forty-five minutes?" Continuing his walk, not watching where he was going, he ended up back in the Astronomy Tower. He checked all around but not only was there no sign of Joely, but nothing of anyone for that matter; no snogging couples to take points from tonight.

After he left the tower he decided to head back towards Gryffindor Tower, thinking that maybe he might luck out and catch her before she went to bed. He checked his watch once more to see that it was now a quarter of one in the morning. "Damn it, she's probably in bed right now!" he shot with frustration, taking his left hand and slamming it into the nearest wall. Fortunately, nothing broke or cracked. Ultimately he had decided to head to bed and chance catching her at breakfast tomorrow before her tour at ten, when he saw... her.

He thought that sneaking up and grabbing her from behind and feeling her squirm in fright against him would be a good idea this time of night. A little one on one time with her, Draco thought to himself with a big grin. Draco was quite good at sneaking around and he prided himself in it, having learned stealth from having to sneak out just to take midnight broom rides previously.

Inch by inch the distance between the two decreased. It was perfect with her just standing there in the dark with her back to him. Only a foot or two away, he pounced.

"Gottcha!" he yelled.

"NO! AHH!" she screamed.

Draco flipped her around and pushed her up against the wall, closing his eyes as he initiated a searing, steamy kiss; opening her mouth further for his exploration with a graze of this tongue along her full bottom lip. Her giving into his heated request, he delved into the mint tasting space with wanting. But an alarm went off deep in his stomach. The feelings that had surfaced on the train were nowhere close to responding to this stimulation; her body wasn't bringing about the same reaction as prior. Even as their hips ground together, there was no pleasurable feeling radiating inside Draco. This wasn't as exciting as he thought it should have been; that ache and need in his groin he wanted was without appearance. That's when the sudden chill of eyes burning into his back took the place of his wondering mind. Abruptly halting the lust lacking snog, he snapped his body around.

"So that's how it works? You go from sensible to slut in a few hours?"