The Slytherin Princess - Year Five

Both Lucy and Tina sat up and looked over their shoulders at the entrance as Draco walked back in.

"Come on." He said, grabbing Lucy's hand and pulling her up forcibly. She could hear the anger in his voice and followed him without question.

He dragged her up to the platform in the common room, where the two staircases for the dorms were and instead of going up either, he turned to the left where another painting sat on the wall. Lucy watched Draco as they stood in front of it and he said quietly "Pura Anima Mea." The painting nodding and swung inward, revealing a hidden corridor. He pulled inside and she followed, her eyes adjusting to the darkened room.

"The prefect lounge? Draco where are we going?" Lucy asked confused.

They came into a large open space, a couch and table with chairs around it sat in front of a fireplace, similar to the common room. To the left was another doorframe, a staircase behind it.

Lucy let Draco drag her through the room and up the staircase, they passed multiple doors before they stopped in front of one. The door was solid black timber and had a slick black handle. Draco turned the handle and pushed open the door. Inside was a bedroom.

It had a large four poster black bed, with green and grey sheets and blankets. A black tallboy on one wall and a large chest at the foot of the bed. There were two windows either side of the bed, the hue from the green lake filled the room, lighting the way.

Lucy noticed to the right another door, but it was closed. Next to the door was a desk, books and papers littered the top.

Draco pushed her down onto the bed, and she sat and watched him as he went into the closed door. She could see the faint fixtures of a small bathroom.

She could hear the sound of running water and looked around the room again, noticing Slytherin uniforms and clothes placed around. "Draco?" She called out confused. "Who's room is this?" Lucy asked, more sternly and got to her feet, heading for Draco in the bathroom.

She stood at the doorframe and watched him as he wet a face cloth, rinsing it out he turned to face her. "Mine." He finally answered, pushing her backwards, back into the bedroom and sat her back on the bed.

"How did you get a room like this?" Lucy asked, completely shocked.

Draco sighed, annoyed with her pestering questions and grabbed her chin again, lifting her upwards to the light, where he began gently dabbing at the cut on her lip.

She watched him quietly as he tended to her and then she noticed his hands.

"Draco." She gasped, grabbing his hand and examining it. His knuckles her purple and bloodied. "You didn't?" Lucy asked him, worried.

"Leave it alone, Parcivall." He snapped at her, dabbing the cloth on her lip again. She felt her eyes become heavy and she closed them for a second as Draco dabbed the warm cloth over her lips.

"How did you get a room like this?" Lucy pressed him again once he had turned and headed back into the bathroom.

"I'm a prefect." He replied.

"So am I?" Lucy snapped back, getting to her feet.

Draco returned to the bedroom, smirking.

"I know." He said.

"So?" Lucy asked, confused even more and crossed her arms over her body.

"You can share this one with me." Draco said, calmly, his expression unchanged.

"What?" Lucy looked to him, surprised. Draco stood silent for a few minutes.

"I'm just messing with you Parcivall." He finally blurted. Lucy hadn't realised she was holding her breath until she exhaled, her shoulders relaxing. Sure, sharing a room with Draco Malfoy might not be the worst thing that ever happened to her, but she knew she'd never get any sleep with him.