Hugs And Kisses, Stars For Wishes

A bit about the character.
- Green eyes,
-Tall,
- Black hair,
- A charming smile,
- Loves to laugh,
- Pureblood
- BEST FRIEND IS HERMIONE GRANGER AND LUNA LOVEGOOD,
-Her name is Emily (I know, how Imaginative. I know some of you who know my name will get the joke. I’m looking at you, R.J!)
- House is Gryffindor :D

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Emily wasn’t exactly sure how it had started. Well, scratch that, she knew how it had started, she just wasn’t sure why it had continued, and what had possessed her classmates to allow it to continue.

The Sixth year for Emily had started out bad, and somehow got worse. Everyone was nervous and tense due to the war that grew inevitably closer. Voldemort hadn’t surfaced since the incident before the summer holidays, not even within Harry’s dreams or through his scar, well, which he had told Emily about anyway. And somewhat unexpectedly, none of the captured Death Eaters had escaped for Azkaban.

She had been quite moody since returning to Hogwarts. Having known Harry for five years, Sirius’ death had hit her (along with Harry, Hermione and Ron) really hard, even if they’d only known him for a few years. It was the closest thing to a parental figure that Harry’d ever had, and to take that away from him was simply heartbreaking! The only other wizard he could put in that position would be Dumbledore, and the betrayed feeling he’d had after parting with him the year before hardly helped with Harry’s (And Emily’s!) feelings of loss.

It had actually been Hermione’s idea to throw the combined House party. After Gryffindor had beaten Ravenclaw in Quidditch, with Harry reappointed as Seeker, the party they’d had in Gryffindor had left everyone pretty relaxed and cheerful. So Hermione reasoned that a huge sixth year party would help everyone relax.

What had started out as an everyone’s-invited-but-really-only-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-and-Hufflepuff party was soon crashed by Slytherins. No one said anything outright, mostly only because it was supposed to be a combined House party, but the distaste was clearly there.

Malfoy, leading the rest of his House, only answered this with a smirk.

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Draco had felt the effects of the events before summer as strongly as everyone else, if not more so. His entire world had nearly been pulled from beneath his feet. For the very first time his life the Malfoy name was openly scorned, and it was the longest amount of time he’d been away from his father while actually being at home. Draco’s feelings towards the Light and Dark issue hadn’t changed much. He still despised mudblo-- Muggle-borns, and wasn’t about to welcome them with open arms, but at the same time he was having bitter feelings towards Voldemort with a passion only rivalled by his feelings for Potter, because the git hadn’t done anything about his father being in prison. Draco had expected a breakout attempt at the least two weeks into summer, and when it hadn’t come, nor showed any signs of coming, He’d been left shocked, hurt, and confused.

The Slytherin’s mother wasn’t dealing with anything much better than I was. While she is his mother, her motherly instinct left a lot to be desired, and it didn’t help that over that past five years he had been away from home more that he’d actually been at home. Their relationship had become desperately bland, and Narcissa had spent most of her summer shut up in her bedroom, or out gallivanting between formal dinner parties and get-togethers to try and dig the Malfoy name out of the sludge it had fallen into.

Despite his confusion, my actions towards Potter, his gang and his two sidekicks hadn’t changed much. Things had continued much the same way they had been years before, if only growing more intense as they discovered how benefiting fist fighting could be. Something about a bloodied face and having real evidence that they were physically destroying something just added fuel to the fire.
So when he got word of the Combined House Party, Draco Malfoy wasn’t about to not attend.
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Dear Diary,

Sometime after the Slytherins had arrived, bringing with them complaints about how boring the party was, things started to pick up a bit.

It was Pansy who suggested Spin the Bottle. Apparently parties weren’t complete without a little action going on.

Which was how Emily found herself in her current position, several weeks later.

It had started out innocently enough. Seamus had to kiss Susan Bones, Parvati kissed Blaise Zabini, Hermione kissed Terry Boot.....Then somewhere along the line, Lavender spun the botte and landed on Padma.....and everyone paused.

‘What happens now?’ Lavender asked, glancing nervously at Padma out of the corner of her eye.

‘Kiss the boy nearest to her right,’ Morag MacDougal offered. Lavender nodded and was turning towards Dean when Pansy cut in.

‘No! No, where’s the fun in that?’ the black-haired girl said, lips curving into a smirk. ‘The rules were that you had to kiss whomever the bottle landed on. We didn’t say anything different when it happens to be a member of the same gender.’

Lavender blinked, her mouth forming a small ‘o’ as Padma’s cheeks coloured slightly. ‘A-alright, then,’ she said softly, and crawled the remaining distance towards the other girl.

‘Well, I have to admit, I thought there’d be a bit more protesting,’ Pansy said, laughing shortly. She arched a single eyebrow at the girl.

‘Well, I’m a Gryffindor, aren’t I?’ Lavender said airily. ‘Known for being brave and all that. Can’t refuse a simple kiss.’

‘True,’ Pansy grinned generously. Next to her, Draco scoffed.

‘Pansy, stop making friends with the Gryffindors,’ he muttered, and Pansy smacked him on the shoulder.

‘Shove off, Draco. I can be as friendly as I want.’

‘Oy, a bit whipped, aren’t you, Malfoy?’ Ron quipped, eyes never leaving the two girls in the circle who shared a nervous peck on the lips before scuttling back to their seats. ‘I can’t believe you’d let a girl talk to you like that,’ He said, laughing scornfully.

‘At least I can get a girl to talk to me, Weasel!’ Malfoy snapped back, turning cold grey eyes on the redhead.

‘Don’t start!’ Hermione spoke, before Ron could reply. ‘No, don’t you dare. I don’t want to deal with that tonight.’ Next to her, Emily turned bored green eyes onto her friend, trying to smother an amused grin.

‘Heh, talk about being whipped,’ Malfoy smirked. Emily’s head snapped around, and she glared at the blond.

‘Shut it, Malfoy!’

‘Really, Draco, I hate to agree with her, but Granger’s right. It was just starting to get interesting!’ Pansy said, pouting. ‘Save your passionate rivalry for Potions class, would you?’ Draco stared at her incredulously before accepting a quick kiss from Hannah Abbot, as her spin had landed on him, which once again Emily had to hide my amused grin. Hermione sniffed.

‘Thank you, Pansy’ she said lightly. The Slytherin pursed her lips.

‘Oh, get over yourself, Granger, I wasn’t trying to build any bridges,’ she replied haughtily, shaking her short hair out of her face. Hermione frowned slightly.

‘Right,’ she replied evenly. Emily opened my mouth to offer word of comfort or some such, but never got them out as her attention was called back to the game she had previously been ignoring.

‘Em!’ Seamus was calling, and for half a second she was scared she was going to have to kiss the Irish boy. Seamus openly told the class that he was in love with her, and she certainly had no problem with that but she really didn’t want to kiss him. Honestly, there was no telling what could happen. Seamus might very well possibly try to lengthen the kiss, beyond its allotted third of a second time, and then people might start rumors and there would be more untrue stories going around about her and the Daily Prophet might even pick up on it and-

‘EMILY!’

She blinked. ‘Yes, sorry, what?’

‘The bottle’s landed on you, mate,’ Seamus said, a strong Irish tilt in his voice. She blinked again and glanced at the bottle disinterestedly.

‘Right then, who am I kissing?’ Aside from one or two nervous coughs, silence answered her. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she turned to Hermione, who was also looking a bit confused. Finding no help there, she then turned to Ron, who was staring straight across the circle in horror. ‘Ermm...’ I followed his gaze and my eyes found Malfoy, the blonde lips curled in disgust. She blinked once more, wondering who on earth she would be kissing that had this effect on Malfoy even-

Wait.

Eyes going wide, she snapped her gaze back around to meet Malfoy’s and found much to her own horror, that Malfoy’s disgust was directed at Her.

‘Oh no... No way, no way in /HEIll am I kissing Malfoy,’ she said, falling onto all fours and backing up slowly. ‘You can’t make me!’ there was a still silence around the circle until Malfoy smirked and started casually observing his fingernails.

‘Well, well, well Hart. So much for the notorious Gryffindor bravery.’ He raised his eyes to meet hers, and his smirk widened. ‘Scared off by a little kiss. Even Brown wasn’t afraid of kissing another girl.’

‘I have no problem kissing another girl, Malfoy. I just have a problem
kissing you.’ Emily spat. Draco’s eyebrows rose.

‘Oh ho ho! No problem kissing another girl? Something you’re not telling-’

‘That’s not what I meant!’

‘I think it was’

‘It was not!’

‘Children! I don't care who has a problem with what, I just want to see some kissing!’ Pansy broke in. She had a strange glint in her eyes.

And that was when Emily realized that something was very wrong with her classmates. Glancing around nervously, she noticed the same hungry look in many of the other girls’ eyes, and Seamus’ for that matter, but she ignored that. Most of the other boys simply looked interested, aside from Ron who was outright disgusted.

‘Ew, gross, I agree with Emily, she shouldn’t have to kiss Malfoy!’ He
exclaimed, nose wrinkling. She nodded vigorously and turned to Hermione, expecting that same support, only to find her with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

‘No, Ron, I think Emily should do it,’ she said softly. Pansy glanced at her and smirked. ‘After all, Lavender and Padma had to. It’s only fair.’

‘Hermione!’ Emily exclaimed, looking completely scandalized. Draco chuckled. ‘Shut up, Malfoy!’

‘I just find it funny that you’re so scared, Hart. Maybe that’s what the Dark Lord should do, eh; offer to sIeep with you or some such? That’s send you guys running.’ He looked very smug.

‘And why are you so eager, Malfoy? Something you’re not telling us?’ She snapped, finally turning to face her nemesis. Draco opened his mouth to retort, paused, made some sort if of indignant sound, and finally managed to speak something that made sense.

‘Oh you wish, Hart!’ Ok, so it wasn’t his best comeback.

‘If I don’t see you two snogging in the next few seconds,’ Pansy started threateningly, pulling out her wand.

‘Alright, fine!’ Emily finally agreed, eyes narrowed angrily. ‘Get over here, Malfoy.’ Draco stared at her incredulously.

‘Right. I think not. How about you come over here?’

‘You were the one who was so eager to kiss me; you can move your own lazy arse!’ Inwardly, Emily cringed as the argument quickly deteriorated into grade school nonsense.

‘I don’t think so, Hart. I was not eager to-’

‘Alright, that does it!’ Hermione stood and pulled out her own wand. She suddenly seemed very intimidating, looming overhead with a stormed expression on her face. Emily scowled at her and reluctantly dragged herself across the circle towards Malfoy, wondering when she’d wandered into an alternative universe where Slytherins and Gryffindors had parties together and Hermione wanted her to kiss Draco Malfoy.

‘I knew you wanted it, Hart’ Draco smirked at her. She decided not to point out the pink looming in his cheeks.

‘Malfoy, shut up,’ Emily said tiredly instead.

‘Make me, Hart’ was Malfoy’s reply, until what he said caught up with him and the smirk fell right off his face and apparently onto Emily’s.

‘Told ya you wanted it,’ She said, eyes glinting, and then she reached out and grasped Draco’s chin, pulling him forward and placing her mouth determinedly on his.

Emily had only kissed one other person before, and that was Harry. It didn’t really work out, since she thought of him like a brother. It was more like a disaster; not exactly the best experience her life. But she was glad to say that she enjoyed that kiss much more than the one she was currently partaking in.

it lasted less than two seconds, but even that was too much for them. Emily pulled back almost immediately and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, though that was completely unnecessary because there had never been a kiss that was so tightly closed mouthed than the one Draco and Emily just shared.

Draco was doing the same thing, cheeks growing a deeper pink to much the colour Emily could feel burning in my own.

‘Well that was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever experienced,’ Draco eventually said, breaking the deafening silence that had fallen. He sneered at Emily, and she scowled right back at him.

‘Not my fault you suck at kissing’

‘Oh, sod of hart’

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TBC
It was already too long, so yeah the next part will be in the next chapter. Thanks for reading all!