How Do I Comprehend (Dramione)

Chapter Six- Rhyming Today

Malfoy let go of my wrist and stepped away, walking back over to the desk and leaving me, breathless. Trying frantically to find where my heart had gone, I turned my head to see Malfoy comfortably leaning against the wall.
"What the hell?!" I stormed forwards, my attraction now replaced by rage. I raised my hand and brought it into contact with Malfoy's face, making a slapping sound. I took a step back and huffed out an unhealthy amount of air. Malfoy cupped his cheek.
"Jesus, Granger!" He yelled. "I was only seeing what perfume you were wearing. Don't you remember? We need something peppermint. For the potion! Ow..." he rubbed his cheek and walked towards the door. It made sense. He was holding my wrist to get the scent off it, and he was seeing if it was actually a peppermint smell.
"Wait, Malfoy-" I tried stopping him from leaving with a calm and collected voice, but Malfoy stormed out before I could say anything else. I sighed deeply and went to pick up the book I had dropped on the floor in the corner. What an idiot I had been, and now, Malfoy thinks I thought he was going to rape me. The thoughts ran through my head like bees, buzzing in outer space. And endless void of memories and information, but then, thoughts of Malfoy stuck out, like a sore thumb.
As I made my way down to the common room, I remembered a book that I had to return to the library. Checking my watch, I realized I had just enough time to return it and get back to the common room before nightfall. Rushing as fast as possible, down the corridors, I ran through a doorway and into the desolate library. I thought the librarian must have gone, because it was kind of late, but I heard a murmuring in one of the isles and the glisten of a lamp. Slowly making my way towards the murmuring, I tried to make sure there wasn't any chance of being seen, by crouching behind objects at any given chance. I then scattered along the ground onto the other side from where the talking was coming from. Pressing my ear up closer against the wood, I heard people talking. One of the people sounded like Pansy. And the other was Malfoy. What were they doing in the library at this time? They obviously weren't looking for books. I managed to make out just a bit of what they were saying.
"Malfoy, don't be stupid." Pansy was saying.
"She needs to be gone! Out of here! Or I'm leaving!" Malfoy sounded distressed. I so desperately wanted to comfort him, but I knew that if he knew I was listening this whole time, that he would kill me.
"Why would you want to leave?"
"Look, if I tell you this, you have to keep your mouth shut about it, okay?" Malfoy snapped, then I waited for a few seconds before I could hear another few words.
"Oh my god, Malfoy! Have you told anyone else about this?" Pansy was saying. I had missed what Malfoy told her.
"No, I haven't, and I don't intend to. So be quiet!" I then shuffled a bit closer to hear more clearly, but in the process dropping my book onto the floor. Deciding that it would be better that I ran, I dodged Malfoy as he darted out from one of the bookshelves.
"Granger?" He shouted after me, but I ran too fast for him to keep up, or at least even try to run after me. My feet skidded around the corner and out of the library, leaving Malfoy and Pansy behind me. Robes swishing behind me, the patting of rain on the windows, I ran down multiple corridors until I finally reached the fat lady in the painting- the entrance to our common room.
"Abstinence," I pronounced loud and clear the password to the room. The fat lady nodded and opened the painting/door, into the warmth of the fires in the room. I rushed inside, hearing the door slam behind me, and slammed my feet down onto the stone ground. Breathing heavily, I looked around to see practically everyone in the room staring at me, frowning. Then Harry and Ron pushed past Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.