Let Me Love You // DRARRY

Chapter Eight - The Confrontation

The first couple weeks of Hogwarts flew past Harry in an academic blur, and although the routine was repetitive, it was anything but boring.

A week for Harry consisted of him helping the same teacher for the whole day, with Defence Against The Dark Arts on Monday, Potions on Tuesday. Wednesday was a free day for Harry, before Care Of Magical Creatures, and Charms on Friday.

This was exhilarating for Harry, being on a level almost equal to the teachers. Every time one of the students called him "Professor Potter" a surge of electricity flew down his spine, he was given the opportunity to help people for once. All his life he was being trained to take down one evil person, but now he could put his knowledge for good.

The only fault Harry could find to so much time being an assistant professor in classes was that he shared all four classes with Malfoy, and although he no longer was up to devious deeds, his silent presence hung in the room.

Loud chatter dies down when ever Malfoy stalked to a group of rowdy students. And whenever the two Senior's were in a younger class, some students even quivered at the shadow of the tall blond falling in front of them.

Letters had been swapped between Harry, and his two closest friends many times since his arrival, and the morning after he had sent his first letter, a string of howlers had landed on front of Ginny.

The entire Weasley clan, and Hermione, had sent their disapproval of Ginny straying from Harry, and while Ron's shouting through letter form was like a metaphorical slap to Ginny's face. Mrs Weasley's cold disapproving words had Ginny sniffling, before she briskly made her way out the Great Hall, cutting her breakfast prematurely to keep her last strands of dignity.

Later that day of the incident, Harry had sent individual letters to Hermione and all of the Weasley's, saying how even though Ginny had hurt him deeply, there was no point sending letters to her, as letters would not reverse what had happened.

Harry continued recollecting events from the last couple of weeks, currently he was sitting deep in the dorm library. His back to a shelve and his knees hunched up, holding his book in place. Over the past few weeks Harry had adventured though the forest of books many times, and had come to realise that the library was constantly shifting. The shelves always moving, but the tell tale sign being the deep scraping noise that erupted every now and then.

"Potter" The cold voice belonging to Malfoy crashed Harry's train of thought and sent his head shooting up to the other presence. Malfoy stood tall, towering over Harry for a second before moving to the shelf opposite Harry.

Malfoy seemed to be searching the shelves for something specific, his head was going along the shelves stacked methodically.

When Malfoy seemed to find the book he was looking for, he pulled at the spine dragging out the thick leather bound boom.

After Malfoy had freed the book from it's place he started strolling away, with Harry's eyes trained on his back. Malfoy sensed Harry's unease and turned in his heal.

"Yes?" Malfoy asked expectantly, his familiar sneer was plastered on his face.

"What are you doing here Malfoy, I really can't be bothered with any of your antics today." Harry sighed, biting his pride and not raising to Malfoy's condescending tone.

"Well Potter, if you are as smart as everybody makes you out to be, then you will have realised that this library moves its self to fit the user, or users need. It seem like it had led us both to what we are most interested in, and it would also seem that what we are interested in share similarities." Malfoy said, with slight annoyance in his voice.