dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

midnight, you come and pick me up,

It's been a while since I last even heard from you. - Taylor Swift, Style
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a r i a  s t u n n i n g s

I started hating the dormitory of Draco's. In fact, I hated even looking at him. Him and his gorgeous eyes. Him and his moonlight hair. Him and his stormy aura. Him and his breathy voice. They were occupying my head a lot more than they should have been, and I hated it.

So I started avoiding him. Avoiding everything that came along with him too -- the dormitory, the minty smell of his hair, green apples being passed to me during class, but most of all, the protection. Protection from the Ravenclaws, from the cruel, hard world out there. And as much as I hated it, I couldn't depend on Draco Malfoy's glaring eyes to keep them out.

One night, after a long day of staying curled up in deserted corridors between classes, I simply could not face the boy I had so greatly disappointed. It was true, what I had said before, I had disappointed numerous people in these sixteen years I have existed upon this Earth. But disappointing Draco was something quite different. It was like telling someone that the last piece of wood that floated upon the surface of the water was actually a metal, there was nothing for them to cling onto now; not even a desperate hope of survival.

Instead of going to the shared dormitory, I look for another place to sleep in. Somewhere secluded, somewhere I can think. I have a brainwave, the library. Call me crazy, but I want to sleep in the library, god knows why it seems so perfect right now.

I walk towards the oaken door which would lead to my bed for the night. "Hello?" I whisper into the darkness, as if any murderer or phantoms present in the quietness would reply to my words.

"Hello?" I say again. No answer. I smile, seems like the coast is clear.

Rubbing my palms together to create warmth and light between them, I let a bit of shimmering glow float into the darkness. Moonlight.

Following it, I move towards a couch on which students usually sit and read. There was a blanket and everything, all arranged. A beam of moonlight burst in through the drawn cutains. "Thank you," I whispered to my origin. "For everything."

The moon shone a little brighter.

* * *

As I slept, a moonlight haired boy crept down the corridors of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was clad in a grey t-shirt and black pants. Quietly, he moved around, his eyes flitting from corner to corner as if he were looking for something.

"Stunnings?" he called out, softly. "Where is that idiot?" he muttered to himself. "Who knew that a new-girl could cause so much of trouble," he sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

A moonbeam burst through the glass windows of Hogwarts, the stars shining in the sky; none of them worried about finding a human being in a eight floored school.

He sighed again. "Why? Why does this always have to happen to me? Where is that godforsaken girl?"

Suddenly, he stopped dead. "She won't be at the Astronomy Tower, right . . . ?"

Turning around, he rushed up the stairs to the turret. When he climbed down once again, his black shoes clattering against the cold, marble floor, he was swearing so hard, even a sailor would have been ashamed to hear him. But truth be said, he was relieved that the hooded girl was not up there.

"Goddamn her," he swore, running his ringed fingers through his silvery hair once again. "Where the hell is she? I'm giving up, just going to go to the library to check out the potions section once more."

Was it really a co-incidence that I lay there? Or was it all planned by the stars from the beginning?

I do not know. To be honest, I don't even want to know.

As his shoe-ed feet entered the library, I muttered, "Draco, let's play!" 

And of course, he had to hear me.

"Stunnings?" his astonished voice resounded off the walls.

"Hmm?" I sleep-spoke. "Draco, let's play."

"What the heck are you doing here?"

My eyes jerked open on hearing his voice. "Draco?"

"That's my name, don't overuse it. Also, it's creepy to hear you saying my name in your sleep."

"That was another Draco," I lied. 

"How many Dracos do you know?" he asked, smirking as he sat down beside me on the couch.

I cleared my throat as I got up, "I meant Dracula."

That was the worst lie ever. Ever. It broke the record in the history of bad lies.

"You call vampires in your sleep?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Human Dracula," I corrected.

"Yeah?" 

"Yup."

"I don't believe you," he said.

"Shut up," I replied.

"Make me," he said simply.

"Have some class and shut up," I replied.

"As if. When you live with people who have so little, you've got to go down to their standard," he retorted.

"I do not live with you," I replied.

"Whoever said I spoke about you?" he half-smiled at me.

I blushed, hard. Thankfully, my hood practically stuck onto my head. "No one."

He took a step closer, "So you agree that you live with me?"

I replied, "I have to."

"Then sleep with me," he said, and blushed as he realized how wrong that sounded.

I let out a chuckle, "No, thanks."

He glared at me. "You know what I meant."

"Do I?"

"Yes, unless you're the idiot of the year . . . Oh, I forgot, you are."

"I'm not coming with you," I reply.

"So you don't deny that you are the idiot of the year?" he asks me.

"I'm the idiot of the century," I say. And really, I am. I am the idiot of the century to think that I will never fall for this cute, smiling brat called Draco Malfoy.

But I'm smart enough to know that, I can't.

Besides, I'm not interested in everlastings, am I?