Part 2
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Did you hear that? It's a first. A true confession of the heart. The way he made a grand presentation of it, it must have been the first time he's ever admitted something like that. He's leaving now.
Maybe he's going inside to find the person who claims to love him. Then he'll take her in his arms and passionately kiss her before saying that he was a fool then burst with his own proclamation of love.
Ha! Fat chance, this is Draco. Excuse the cliché but Draco is the King of Cool, he'd rather jump in the lake then lower and degrade himself to cheap movie style claims of lover.
He's no Romeo.
But no! You're crying out, He has to; it's always like that in fairy tales, the happy stories!
What about this story tricked you into thinking that?
However love can make a person do strange things….
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`Don't run what good is it showing up all sweating and out of breath', Draco thought while making his way briskly down the corridors.
`Girls appreciate flowers and other nonsense not sweaty boys running to them, well unless the sweat's from…..' Draco cut his thought of with a cunning smirk.
Yes he really was the embodiment of a stereotypical male teen.
Draco continued with almost a cocky lilt in his step now.
Until it hit him, he'd left her there, no answer, nothing.
What if she thought that he'd been angry, or didn't feel about her the same way!
`Oh God!' Draco thought as he picked up speed, soon his clipped walk was turning into a steady jog, and then eventually giving way to running. This as he predicted paved the way to a sweaty panting boy.
"Stupid *pant* Founders *gasp* making such a *heave* big school!" Draco puffed.
But before he reached his destination he stopped short so there was at least one more corridor he had to walk.
`How could someone so fragile in appearance have such a big effect on me?' he pondered as he caught his breath while leaning his head against the cool glass of the window.
`One look into those big brown doe eyes, looking up at me I'm gone.'
Draco leaned up away from the window and looked at the portrait that looked like it was a mile away.
He started walking really slowly, dragging his feet, like a person who's headed for the executioner's block.
He wasn't in a hurry, if he really wanted to he could make her suffer all night then tell her tomorrow.
`You wish you could do that don't you? you'd try it then come crawling back here in less then ten seconds. Even before all this when you watched her you were entranced with her. Now that you know what's under the beautiful exterior there's no way you can resist.'
"Shut up, I thought you were on my side?" Draco muttered to his thoughts, "oh great she's driven me to madness, I'm talking to myself now"
But it was true, Draco knew it.
It was a fateful day in October. The weather was warmer then usual, so most people were outside. He'd been sitting by his tree by the lake. When he heard it. A laugh like the tinkling of bells, it was pure heartfelt happy to be alive kind of laugh.
Draco had heard many laughs, ones that mocked the pain of others, ones that were forced and trying to make light of a situation.
But not this, this was different.
Draco got up from where he was, but made sure he was still partially hidden by the tree.
He knew he wasn't popular among the other houses other then his own. So just incase it was better to be out of sight.
But it was too late she'd seen him. She'd smiled a smile that seemed to light up her whole face. She then started to walk towards him, leaving her other friends.
Panic came over Draco, she was in another house. He'd had bad memories about girls from other houses. Granger slapping him. Weasly giving him a bad-boogie hex. Instead she'd given a happy enthusiastic greeting.
Draco thought at first that she didn't know who he was but no there was no mistaking it his name was mentioned in the greeting.
Draco had tried to sneer back and say something nasty, but well it was hard to curse an angel like being.
`Angel like being' Draco now thought `she was angelic but there was so much more to her then that'
She'd take time out of her schedule to ask him how his day was going, she would try to draw him out.
At first he'd scorned her demanded why she wanted to care and why did she like him?
Her reply "I've tried to make a good impact on everyone in whatever way I can, and I personally like being asked about how my day is, to share with someone, I'll stop if you think it's bothersome enough for you to call harassment on me"
Had Draco blushed he probably would have. Instead he'd mumbled that it was ok with him and that she was too kind.
Afterwards they'd started to do more and more together, studying, talking, arguing about Quidditch, telling stories about things they'd seen or done.
Draco had never been this open with one person. He'd usually kept everything inside except his outward expressions of hating Harry Potter and muggleborns.
But as time past, Draco found less time to do those things. He was too busy thinking about other ways to make her laugh or to make her get that delightful astounded expression on her face.
His housemates noticed the different. But he hadn't turned into a good guy, he wasn't prancing around doing good deeds, he was still Draco but just not a prick anymore.
Draco was free, or at least he felt free. There was an exhilaration almost like flying a broom, that he'd be cut off from the world and the images that he'd made or had been forced upon himself, with her he was Draco nothing more or less.
He wouldn't say he fancied her, at first there was a bit of lust playing in the mix. But after talking and getting to know her, well he didn't feel right lusting after her.
It was like she was above him in away. Draco sometimes got annoyed with himself for thinking that, but it was true.
//You're the one I've always thought of
I don't know how but I feel sheltered in your love
You're where I belong
And when you're with me
If I close my eyes
There I times I swear feel I like I could fly
For a moment in time//
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