Of Silver and Green

Ch. 07 Spy

Draco knew who it was without looking. "What are you doing here?" he asked hoarsely, without turning. He shrugged their hands off.

"We're worried about you, Draco. What's wrong with you? First talking to that girl in class..." Goyle began before he was interrupted.

"Since when have you two ever worried about me? And she is not some girl as she has already informed you two. She is far more deserving of my company than either of you ever could be. She likes me for me, not because I happen to be Lucius Malfoy's son and the heir to his legacy," Draco retorted angrily.

"Damn, Draco, what's happened to you? Did Aydrian knock you a little too hard in your head? Since when has anything but your image meant anything to you?" Goyle was the smarter of Draco's henchmen, but even Draco was impressed with his perception this time. However, this did not quell his anger at Goyle's implication.

"I am not having this conversation with you two idiots," he said, more to himself than to either Crabbe or Goyle. "You may not have realized, being the insufferable gits you are," he said louder, "but these things have always mattered to me, but up until I met Brynne, everyone had told me I was wrong to care. Now I've decided I don't give a shit what any of you fake people think of me."

Goyle narrowed his eyes, but Crabbe just stared at him, a glazed look on his face, obviously not understanding what Draco just said. "Malfoy, you are cracked. That girl has obviously done something to your head. I think it's time Crabbe and I had a little chat with her," Goyle said, sneering and cracking his knuckles.

"She is not just some girl!" Draco shouted, finally losing his temper. He grabbed Goyle by the collar of his robes and slammed him against the door. "She is my girlfriend," he continued, voice dropping to a feral snarl, nose mere inches from Goyle's, eyes narrowed into silver slits. "And if you so much as breathe wrong in her direction, you will be wishing you were a Muggle and had never come to Hogwarts! Now get the hell out of my room, before I have you reported for trespassing." With that, Draco pulled Goyle away from the door, still grasping his collar, opened it and practically threw him out. He turned to Crabbe, who was still rooted to the same spot, mouth gaping, eyes wide with fear. "Now!" Draco shouted, and Crabbe scurried out the door.

Once they were gone, Draco heaved a great sigh and sank into the black velvet armchair that sat next to his four-poster bed. Head in his hands, he willed the tears to stop from coming. There was no turning back. He had made his choice. He had chosen Brynne, the only person who seemed to truly care about him, over everything else in his life, and he didn't even understand why.

After Brynne had left Draco's room, she waited down the hall until Draco, escorted by the prefect, had left his room. She then snuck back into his room and sat on his bed to await his return. Imagine her shock when, instead of Draco, the next person to enter the room was Goyle, with the ever loyal, ever stupid Crabbe right beside him. 'That boy should have been in Hufflepuff,' she thought to herself. She was lucky the drapes of the bed had been partially closed, and that the curtains were drawn over the windows. She didn't want to think about what could have happened had she been found.

Crabbe and Goyle had then begun to whisper what seemed to be a heated argument. Crabbe appeared in favor of leaving, while Goyle was insistent on "making a point". There were several points in the conversation where there were mentions of "that girl". She assumed they meant her, and was extremely angry they did not seem to remember her name. Her family was one of the richest in the wizarding world, and yet those idiots could not even respect her enough to refer to her by her surname, at the very least.

How pleased she had been when Draco had returned, until she had read his body language and realized the complete despair he was experiencing. She knew that Crabbe and Goyle were not wise to attack him or his decisions at this point, but she was also eager to see them suffer at the hands of the one they had used for so long. And she had been beyond delighted when he had defended her. But now, here he was again, sitting, looking lost and dejected in the dark, solemn room.

She silently slid off the bed and padded stealthily to the back of the chair he was sitting in. Slowly, carefully, she lowered herself and bent her neck and softly breathed warmly on the back of his graceful neck. He shivered visibly, but made no move to turn. Then she gently began to explore the back of his neck with her tongue, tracing the contours lightly. Draco was relaxed, and yet shuddering simultaneously. Brynne was simply loving the look of him, the uncontrollable convulsions adding to his appearance of vulnerability. She was also enjoying the salty taste of his skin on her tongue.

Draco didn't know how Brynne had gotten into his room, but he had known it was her without looking. She smelled of roses, and he had known she was there before he had felt her breath on his neck. He loved the delicious sensations she was sending up and down his spine.

As she paused in what she was doing, Draco got out of the chair and turned to look at her, his astonishment and affection manifest on his face. His mouth formed a coy smirk as he pushed the chair from between them, inadvertently knocking it over. He drew his arms around her slender waist and pressed her lithe body to his muscular one.

His eyes glowed silver as he stared down into her enigmatic green ones. "You realize what I've done for you," he whispered softly, not breaking his gaze. She nodded, her eyes not leaving his. His mouth drifted closer to hers. "You'd better not make me regret it."

Brynne's eyes flashed angrily. Draco didn't see this, as his eyes were already closed as he moved in for the kiss. But instead of returning it, Brynne bit Draco sharply on the neck. "The only thing you will regret, is ever saying that," she said in response to Draco's quizzical look.

Then, she stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach Draco's mouth, before seizing the sides of his head and pulling it down to a level she could reach. She stared into those stormy eyes. She could see confusion playing across them. "You're just lucky I can't seem to hold a grudge long," she muttered. Then, keeping her eyes open, locked on Draco's, she lightly brushed her lips across his. The kiss began delicately, searchingly. Draco soon tired of this, however, and pulling her closer, deepened the kiss, running his tongue across her lips until she parted them slightly, allowing him to explore her teeth.

He caressed her tongue with his, until Brynne grew playful and began to nibble lightly on it. She then nipped his lower lip lightly, before she kissed a trail from his mouth, up his jaw to his ear. A sigh escaped his throat as she nibbled his earlobe.

Draco turned Brynne around and loosed her hair from the elastic that held it in a braid. He ran his hands through it gently as it fell in a cascade of coppery waves with streaks of charcoal running through it. He fingered some of the black strands curiously. "What is this from?"

"A few too many close-calls with fire," she answered. "It appears that my hair is permanently scorched." She grinned. "And to think the Weasley twins have always gotten the credit for my pyromaniacal misadventures. But what am I to do this year, now that they've graduated?" she pouted playfully. "Everyone knows how innocent I am though. No one would suspect me, although I think the twins were putting the pieces together," she stated, a smirk on her lips.

Draco could only smile. But as he moved to kiss her again, she put her fingers to his lips. "It's about dinner time, and I'm hungry after skipping lunch." With that, she unlocked the door and opened it, walking out to wait for Draco to regain his composure.

Draco stared after her. "Good brakes too," he muttered, following her out the door. As he exited, he offered Brynne his arm. She graciously accepted it, and he escorted her, like a king escorting a queen, all the way to the Great Hall. There, they knew, everyone was awaiting their presence.