Draw the Stars

Do You Remember

"Potter!" a sharp voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see who was there. Draco Malfoy hurried towards me with his burnt, ripped cloak swaying behind him. I stared straight at him, showing no emotion, no fear, which clearly made him uncomfortable. "I-I wanted to,erm," he stood infront of me, playing with his hands as he spoke. "I wanted to thank you." he now said, looking at me dead in the eye. " you saved me. A - and I know I've been horrible to you for basically all the years I've known you, but you still bloody saved me. And I appreciate that." I half smiled at him

"Well, everyone deserves a second chance,yeah?"
He shrugged. "I don't think I do."Malfoy removed his cloak and rolled up the sleeve of his dusty shirt. "See this," he said, pointing at his mark "It'll never leave me, and I can't live with that. I can't lice with a constant reminder of who I am."

I could see he was on the brink of tears but I wasn't really sure what to say. I simply stood there and looked at him, hoping the pity or sympathy would show through my eyes. But the longer I stayed, the longer I felt like I needed to do something, anything.

A a stray strand of blonde hair that stood out before the rest of his slicked back locks covered part of his eyes. I reached out to push it back but when I did, it was like I couldn't remove my hand. He didn't do anything to push it away, but simply stared at it. I pushed it back,and, even though I didn't want to, removed my hand. A soft pink blush spread across Malfoy's features and I could feel the heat creeping up mine.

I turned around, stalking the empty, partially destroyed, library. My fingers brushed through each book spine until I found one that hadn't been ruined from the war. A small quiet whisper came from behind me. "The Color Purple." I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck as he reached out to touch the book. His fingers brushed mine and I felt some sort of mute, muffled electricity shoot through them. " I remember the first time I read this." he said in barely a whisper. "I stole it from my parents room. Never thought I'd find a book like it with them." He passed me the book, in which I turned over to look at the back period this story was about a lady who had been raped and abused by her father and sadly how to kids with him. She went off to work for some men and his wife, whom she fell in love with. He was right. I don't see them as a type to have such a book.

I turned around to say something to malfoy, not exactly registering how close he was to my face. Standing about 3 inches in front of me was his soft, gray eyes and flushed cheeks. He stared at me and stepped for, pressing his lips to mine. I was shocked at first, but my body registered the situation, and without my consent, kissed him back. His soft let's move in sync with mine and an undescribable warmth spread through me. Finally, after a couple seconds, my mind realize what I was doing and pushed him away from me. "What The Hell!" I said quietly, then a second time, louder, as I stared at his pink face, flushe with embarassment. "I-I have a girlfriend." I started because, quite frankly, I didn't know what to say. A guy had just kissed me. As far as I was concerned, that's never happened.

I brought my fingers up to my lips and cursed, pushing past the blonde and made a beeline for the door. 'I'm not gay" I told myself. Then how come you enjoyed it? 'I'm with Ginny' Then how come that one kiss was betrer than any you've had with her? 'Oh fuck off' I told the voice inside my head. It was really getting to be annoying. Trying to think of anything but what just happened, I studied each step I took, which wasn't a very helpful distraction. "What am I gonna tell Ginny? How am I gonna tell her?" Well honestly, this was just brilliant. Because I was stuck in a situation I never wanted, or imagined I'd be in but here I was, and I couldn't get out of it. And that was just brilliant. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant