DRACO'S POV:
I set my book aside and rubbed my temples with my fingers. I ran my hands through my hair and looked around the empty library. The restricted section was always a bare kind.
I never appreciated people who would take books for granted. Fools.
Besides the books there was one thing that dragged me to the library every night. A girl. I didn't know her name. But I needed to.
She would come here every night and look at books and read, she would take them sometimes but some of the books that she's read I've recognized as boring or lament first so she shoved them back onto the already bare shelves where the dust collects and where the sun rays shine through the window onto.
The girl is beautiful. She has brown, wavy hair and I've never gotten close enough to see the light that I know shines in her blue eyes.
She sits in the right corner of my defense against the dark arts class, next to Nott.
She doesn't even know who I am, though I am already in absolute love with her. She always walks in around the same time. She doesn't always come to the same section of the library but I know she only goes to the nonfictional section when she's looking for books for school.
I know that she has a gold heart locket that she wears every day.
I know that's he twirls her hair in her finger when she's distracted.
I know that she chews on her bottom lip when she's in a good part of the book.
I know that she has two cups of coffee every morning at breakfast.
I know that she loves astronomy and astrology, the stars.
I know what perfume she wears. It's a flowery sent, along with the smell of fresh bread and it's sweet.
I know how many times she's read the book 'The Raven'
I know that she loves poetry.
I know that she loves candles and dresses, they look quite good on her too.
I know that she is very smart.
Yet I don't even know her name. I need to figure it out, and she should be here by now. I looked down at my watch and back up to see her walking in and the door closing as she completely missed the fact that I was sitting in the corner.
She was wearing a very blush, light pink floral dress that reached her mid-thigh, and a purple sweater. With that she wore the locket that she wears every day and a white headband with a few strands of her silky hair framing her angelic face.
She was now looking at the bookshelf that was in front of me. The only thing separating us was the desk I was at, and another desk that was identical a few feet away, then there she was.
I decided to finally do something.
Ok. I can do this.
I've never been this nervous about a girl before, and yet for the past few months she's just been a distraction.
Most girls just fall to their knees for me. She hasn't- and she probably won't.
So I'm not going to treat her like one of those whores that I just fuck for one night and then we both move on. No, no.
For one, I really think I like her. Secondly, because she isn't, she seems delicate. Fragile..but in a beautiful, graceful way.
I figured there would only be one way to be sure that she would talk to me. I would put my book in the wrong section, which is next to her, and she seems like the type of person to either point it out or wait until I would leave to move it, either way I would still see her because if she does it after I 'leave' I would still be here and say I was looking for the book. It's perfect.
I walked over and placed my book back on the shelf, a few feet away from her and I saw her glance at me slightly, then she moved her gaze to the book. Bingo.
"Oh erm- I was just looking for that book" she said, laughing slightly and smiling at me. She seems so pure. "It's a good one- here, love" I said, making sure to add on the nickname as I saw her cheeks flush I realized she'd probably ever been spoken to like that.
I smirked at the thought. "Thank you" she said, taking the book as our hands brushed against each other. "I think I've seen you around here- you might have to remind me of what your name is" I mentioned.
"I'm Jules" She said in her velvety voice, her voice was like thick liquid being poured all over a naked body. It was soothing.
"I'm Draco Malfoy" I said holding my hand out to meet hers. "Oh I know" she said smirking as we shook hands. "You do now?" I asked as I placed a kiss on her knuckles, maintaining eye contact.
"Quite well actually" She pointed out. "And how, may I ask?" I smirked down at her. "You're familiar with Astoria?" Jules asked me, looking up at me through her lashes.
As much as I wanted to get lost in her ethereal beauty, the name Astoria made me bite my tongue.
"Yes" I almost stuttered. "Ah yes- she is my roommate" she whispered the last part. We stayed silent for a moment as she pursed her lips and I nodded.
"Dreadful?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Very" she said letting a deep sigh escape her throat. "Figured as much" I scoffed.
"How come I've never seen you here before?" She asked with a bright smile on her face as her white teeth nearly blinded me.
"I sit in the corner" I said pointing over to the table I was at before.
She nodded. "So is it just for you or do you mind if I just happen to slide down at the same table sometime?" She asked. I noticed how close our bodies were as I leaned against the bookshelf.
"I guess we'll have to find out then chèrie" I whispered. She laughed softly in her mouth as she smiled with her lips and looked away.
"I guess we will then joli garçon" she said smirking. Oh my fucking god. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as she just called me pretty boy in French.
"I'll see you around then" I asked, trying to avoid the moment I just had.
"Maybe" she whispered smiling as she moved around me and nearly out of the library before turning around. "je ne cherchais pas le livre" she said before leaving.
I sighed and sat down.
I'm in love with her.
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A/n
Sorry if my French is awful- I learned it from my grandmother and she's like...6 feet under now. Laugh out loud. So all I have are some old notes. I hope you like it so far.
Ahhhh- I'm so scared that nobody will read this.
Xoxo, Bella
