Distracted.

How it begins

I hate ending class love-struck and frustrated.  Although this is probably the first time I have used both of those words in a single thought.  After Potions I went to the library, knowing Milly and Eve would probably avoid the common room because I usually head straight there after all my classes.  And where else would they go?  Before I sit down with Hogwarts, a History, I do a quick lap around the perimeter of the Library weaving through various rows and peeking into the corners.  With no luck I flopped down at an empty study table and opened the book to Common rooms, and Dormitories.  I read through indulging in the serenity of it all I loose myself in the pages and feel my eyelids become heavy.  I rest my head on the right side of the book and lift up the left side.  But I loose interest as I hear slow deliberate footsteps coming my way, they probably aren't coming towards me, I think.  But I feel them halt in front of my little bubble of peace and I put the left side of the book down.

I immediately straighten up at the sight of a thin pale boy with shaggy white blonde locks.  He looks at me with an unfamiliar half smile and I just look back half surprised, half kind of drooling.  "Mind if I join you?"  He asks, his slow drawl catching the end of the words in a funny yet, adorable way.  "I don't know I have the feeling you followed me here."  I say, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.  I jump up and dance inside at my response.  "Well, guilty as charged!" he laughs a little sheepishly and my heart melts, dripping all over my insides, "Although you can't blame me, I was a little curious."  I can't even speak.  And part of me wonders where his usually cocky exterior went, or the confidence he exuded when he winked at me that one afternoon in the hallway.  I cringe at the memory, suddenly remembering my hideous laughter.  He is still looking at me, and my mind starts to scramble for something to say, but I got nothing and I hope with every bone in my body that he can fill this dead silence with another little bit of flattery, and at last, "Your pretty, Farigold." I interlock my fingers and look down at them, trying to hide the furious shade of magenta my cheeks were turning.  I can feel him still looking at me and I can almost feel his confidence slowing coming back.  He gets up comes around the table and sits next to me, he leans over my shoulder, "Hogwarts, a History," He nods, "Sounds rather interesting, want to go read it in the common room?"  He has a cute little smirk on his face and I have the sudden urge to lean over and kiss his upturned lips, but I stare to long, he chuckles, "Do I have something on my face?  I sure hope not, not in front of you."

I almost can take it no longer, my body leans in but I stop myself, I grab his hand, "let's go," my boldness scares me but when I turn around and see him blushing I know my efforts paid off.  Eventually I let go and he walks up beside me, there is an awkward silence for awhile both of us anticipating what's going to happen next until, "So.. how are your friends?" he asks.  I want to open up to him and tell him everything, about how I think they have been avoiding me and I don't know why and about how I hate catching feelings but that's what has happened, but that of course would lead to me telling him that I "like" him and I'm not ready for that yet.  So I just decide to be totally honest and I respond with a simple, "I don't know."

He decides to be smart and he doesn't say anything, we just kind of walk.  Every moment I expect him to slowly slide his hand into mine but I guess that only happens in stories.

When we get to the common room there's a few people there but not many, apparently too many for Draco however because he pats me on the shoulder and whispers, "follow me."  I follow him up the spiraling staircase through the tower and he leads me to a window seat with a shabby green cushion, it looks older with an outdated Slytherin print.  He seats himself on the edge and for a moment before I sit down next to him I look at his face and my eyes follow the way the moonlight hits his face.  Illuminating his cheekbones and pointed chin.  I sit down next to him, and fold my legs up. 

"So the book then!" he says excitedly, I sigh in relief as the awkward silent tension is lifted.  "I have an idea, we'll take turns, reading it aloud."

I nod, in disbelief as the Draco I thought I knew completely vanishes behind a gentle interested wizard.  I hand him the book, "You go first, start wherever."

Although the book we were reading was arguably one of the most boring books to read with some one you fancy, it was also magical.  As he read he nodded and looked up at me, I was now leaning against the wall with my knees bent in front of me.  I took the time to study the way he moved, and spoke, I studied him without a hint of subtly.  Eventually he sighs and puts the book down, "Your turn" it catches me off guard and it takes me a second to pull my thoughts together.  "Distracted?" his cocky little swagger comes back when he asks.  He leans in, "So?" I lean in,

"Maybe,".  I watch his hand slowly come up to my cheek,

"Your beautiful." he comments, almost to himself.  

This is the first time I really realize how strong my feelings for Draco are, his eyes are electrifying and make me wanna run and hide from them, but the other part of me want to be closer.  I lean in a little closer.  Seconds pass, and he leans in the rest of the way closing the ever present gap.  I close my eyes and slide closer, putting one palm one each side of his face.  The kiss is long, slow, gentle.  I press my chest up against his and prop myself up onto my knees.  Our lips separate and we lean our foreheads together looking at each other.  I turn around and lay against his chest, he plants a kiss on my forehead, and some time before morning we both fell asleep.