Harry's Downfall

Chapter 4 ~ The Almost Kiss

Terra sighed and looked around the room. Dumbledore had just gone to his office, leaving the Head Boy and Head Girl to lead the first Prefects meeting. This meeting was set to determine when, where, and how the Yule Ball was going to be held. She was sitting next to Draco looking at all the people in the room. There was Hermione Granger, Terry Boot, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, and Hannah Abbot.

"I think we should hold the ball over Christmas break," Hermione blurted.

Terry shook his head. "No. Then the students won't go home and spend Christmas with their families."

"But it at least keeps them safe..." Hermione trailed off.

Draco opened his eyes and looked with interest at Hermione. "Keeps them safe from what?" he smirked.

She bit her lip. "You-Know-Who," she whispered.

The pale boy sneered at her. "Nobody has heard anything about him. No sightings, no Death Eater attacks."

Hannah stood up and stared at Draco. "What about those attacks on Muggles and wizards alike? What about them, Head Boy?" she spat.

"Nobody has any proof that the deaths of those Muggles and Mudbloods were killed, nevertheless murdered by any fucking person in allegiance with You-Know-Who." He had almost said Voldemort, but thought better of it, and said You-Know-Who.

Green eyes flashed and Harry would have attacked Draco if Ginny had not stuck her hand out to calm him down.

The Head Girl placed a cold hand on Draco's shoulder. "Head Boys should have more respect than to say things like that."

When her silky voice reached his ears and he registered the hand on his shoulder, it sent a shiver through his body and he looked at the brown-haired beauty seated next to him. Her icy eyes stared at his as he tried to read her though the emotionless eyes.

She turned to smile at Hermione. "I think holding the ball over Christmas break is a wonderful idea. It will give us a chance to have a costume ball for Halloween, and the Yule Ball for Christmas."

Hermione smiled triumphantly. She had the Head Girl on her side.

"Then it's settled," Terra stated, "we'll just hold a vote. All those who are in favor of the Yule Ball being held over Christmas break, raise your hand."

She put her hand up in the air and Hermione and Ginny followed suit. The redheaded girl elbowed Harry who shot his hand up into the air.

"Wait a second!" Draco exclaimed. "That's not fair! Potter only put his hand up because his girlfriend Weasel did!"

Harry glared at his arch-nemesis. "Oh sod off, Malfoy. I think it's a great idea. The Yule Ball on Christmas Eve will be a lot more special than holding it on Halloween."

"Yeah... right," Draco murmured to himself. "You're just worried that you won't get some."

This time it was Ginny's turn to get angry. She stood up from her chair and brandished her wand, waving it menacingly at him, her temper as hot as Ron's. "Listen, Malfoy. You have no right to say anything of the sort. And besides," she walked over to him. Poking him in the chest with her wand, she continued, "You really shouldn't be saying anything, Malfoy. From what I've heard, you haven't been getting any." With that, she stomped back to her seat and sat down.

He was about to come back with a sharp retort, but Terra cut him off. "Then this meeting is over. The Yule Ball will be held over Christmas break."

All the Prefects stood up and left, each one turning and shooting a dirty glare at Draco.

Terra did not wait for Draco to get up. She left and headed to the portrait that let them into their common room. When she got there, she realized that Draco had not told her the password. She had allowed him to choose the password to their portrait. Patiently waiting for him, she chatted a bit with the portrait.

"Hello, Lady Delain."

She smiled at the knight. "Hello, Edward."

"Master Draco isn't here yet?"

Terra sighed inwardly at the name he called Draco. "No, Edward. He's dallying in the halls."

"Milady, why not wait for him inside?"

"He forgot to tell me the password."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, milady, but I cannot let you in without the password."

"I know, Edward. Now I just have to wait for Draco."

It almost, keyword here being almost, scared her when a pair of hands appeared on her waist and a warm body pulled her close. "What's the matter, Head Girl? Are we unable to get into our common room?"

She smirked at Edward and did not respond.

He pushed her against the wall of the hallway that led to their lone portrait. His hands were still on her waist as he leaned in to brush her neck with his lips. She could feel his hot breath on her neck when he spoke.

"What would you do for me to tell you the password?"

She leaned down and brought her mouth to his ear. "Why don't you tell me the password and find out?"

He laughed into her ear. Don't you wish that I were that stupid? All you would do is open the portrait and avoid me until you made the password."

"You're quite correct."

He pulled away, but kept her snug against the wall. "I'll tell you what I want."

Terra smiled prettily. "I don't give a fuck about what you want."

The pale boy waved a finger in front of her face. "Tsk tsk. The Head Girl should know better than to use that kind of language."

She snickered. "What are you going to do, Draco? Tell the Headmaster? You know that if you do, I could get you into even more trouble for using the word Mudblood."

"Ah, but you just used it, too."

"Do you think he'll believe you? Or an innocent girl who had her parents killed, like me?"

He moved in closer. "All I want is a kiss, and no resistance on your part."

She sighed. "I suppose I have no choice, do I?"

He grinned smugly, "Not unless you want to know what the password is."

There was a clank of armor as Edward covered his eyes when Draco leaned in to taste the lips he had been dreaming about for two whole years.

Just as he was about to plunge into heaven, she whispered, "You are the epitome of your name, Draco... draconis... dragon."

Edward jumped up with a clatter and swung the portrait forward. "Milady! You had Edward fooled for a moment there. I thought you did not know the password."

The chocolate eyes looked up at Draco. "You are the most self-centered person that I've ever met." She shoved the heel of her palm into his abs, causing him to stumble backwards. The Head Girl sauntered into her common room.

"Almost... I'll get you yet, Terra Delain."