I SAW YOU
A fanfic

CHAPTER I : "..I saw you.."

*Set in Hannah's POV

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter..just borrowed a few characters. ^_^
A/N: Please read and review..I'd love to hear from you guys..Thanks! please email me.. hamztr_PC_23@yahoo.com

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"I don't like this.."

I rolled my eyes as the students in front of me suddenly came to a halt. I stood on my toes, hoping to see over the heads of my housemates, but I still couldn't see what was causing the hold-up. Annoyed, I pushed my way through the crowd to get to the front. After what felt like rummaging a closet filled with black robes, I finally reached the entrance to Snape's dungeon. I sighed; it was Draco Malfoy and his cronies again, pissing Harry Potter's head off. This time,
they had these eerie green pins that say "Potter stinks".

"Ugh. Just as I tho-"

I ducked just in time to miss a spell that bounced off another one. Looks like he finally got to Harry, I thought. I turned to see where the spell hit, and the sight horrified me: Hermione Granger's teeth were growing at an alarming rate. I rushed to her aid but someone bumped me hard on my shoulder, throwing me sideways. It was Ron, who is now trying to comfort Hermione. An amazing amount of anger filled me, which made my body shake with rage. Infuriated, I wheeled around to Malfoy's direction and started towards him. But before I could reach him, a familiar voice boomed in the corridor; Professor Snape has arrived. Harry and Ron explained what had happened, but being the stupid git that he is, Snape asked Malfoy for an explanation. He gave Harry and Ron detention for something like "disrupting classes" and "causing riots during class hours" (which, by the way, literally means 'I hate you, you disgusting filthy little brats'). To add fuel to the fire, he dismissed Hermione's state. The idiot insisted that he 'saw no difference'.

I turned once more to Malfoy's direction, shot one last infuriated glare, and proceeded to the dungeon. The class had barely started when a first year came for Harry, something about him being a champion for the triwizard tournament... a pictorial I think. Snape still had that look of loathe in his eyes as he dismissed Harry. As the class carried on, I found it hard concentrating on the lesson; my whole body shook uncontrollably. I was so close... I could have clobbered the bastard... I thought. 'Then again, it was a blessing in disguise: I didn't get detention.' I sighed. Sorrow replaced anger. I never got detention... not once in my four years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why? Because no one ever noticed me. I was a regular student, a regular Gryffindor doing fairly well in her studies, and a nobody beside the Golden Trio. Hermione is a good friend of mine, though. She was my only friend, in fact. That's why Malfoy's "little
accident" had a huge effect on me. She always gave me a sincere smile every morning at our room, sometimes helped me with my assignments, and gave me words of encouragement every now and then. But, whenever Harry or Ron appears, I slump in the shadows once more..unnoticed and invisible. I had always been like this, and somehow satisfied with my present state. I have lived my four years in Hogwarts this way, and though it pains me to say this, this maybe the way I live for my remaining three years at Hogwarts.

The noise of bags opening and chairs creaking snapped me out of my self-pity mode. I glanced around and saw that the class was over. I cleaned my desk and headed to my next class. As I walked through the corridor where the commotion started, a voice came out of a dark corner.

"I saw you."

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"...Something to ponder..."

I froze.

I knew to whom that voice belonged...my mind just couldn't accept that fact. Why was he here? Was he following me? What did he want? My mind raced as I searched for plausible reasons. Whatever it was, it was nothing good. If he's gonna attack me or anything, I better be prepared. I straightened myself up, and turned to where the voice came from.

"Excuse me?"

From a dark corner emerged a tall figure with silvery blonde hair, gray eyes and that distinct smirk on his face. He walked towards me in such a manner like when someone walked toward a coffin, which gave me a sudden chill in my spine. He looked at me as though he was thouroughly amused, with his eyes dancing in the dimming torch light.

"I said, I saw you. You were looking at me particularly...er...murderously." He stressed that last word, then made that annoying grin even more pronounced. "I would like to know why."

His mocking tone completely irritated me. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the peaking anger in me that might burst any minute. Breathing deeply, I replied. "Wanna know the truth? I was about to beat the hell out of you. But, it seems today's your lucky day." A lust for infuriating him swept over me. "Oh, wait a minute. Don't tell me I scared you?"

He stared at me darkly for a breif moment, then recovered with a cruel laugh. "Me? ME? Scared of YOU?! Beat the hell out of me?" He laughed out again, then gave me a defiant stare. Slowly, he approached me.

"I think..." The distance between us was getting fewer and fewer, feet by feet. "... That the one..." I backed away. He was still walking. "...Who should be scared..."I felt the wall on my back. He wasn't stopping.

My mind became blank. I started to panic.

"...is ou."

He finally stopped, barely inches from me. The torch light illuminated his face, and as I racked my brain on what to do, I started noticing a few things that I hadn't seen before... like the way his magnificent gray eyes shone in the little light from the torch above me... how smooth his cheeks seemed to be... how distinct his facial features were..how his thin lips were inches from mine. I couldn't move. I didn't move, because I didn't know what to do. Should I push him away? Should I slap him? Should I spit on his elegant face? I knew I had to do something, but at that moment I didn't know what it was. He leaned forward slowly and brushed his lips to my cheek so gently. His soft lips trailed from my cheek to my ear, then whispered,

"Well why don't you tear me to pieces now?" His breath sent shivers down my spine, as I gasped in surprise. Then, I had finally deciphered what my mind what telling me: I was afraid. I was afraid of him. That's why I couldn't react, why I couldn't move. After coming to my senses, I gathered my remaining strength, pushed him as hard as I could, and ran away... Anywhere was ok...just to be away...away from him...

I didn't attend my last class that afternoon, as I ran straight to the common room. I threw myself to my bed, and hoped that the sight of him would disappear. But, even as I lied on my bed that night with eyes closed, hours after, I still could see him clear before me... I still felt his lips on my face... I could still hear his menacing laugh echoing in my ears...

I SAW YOU
A fanfic

CHAPTER II

"..she's..different.."

*Set in Draco's POV

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter..just borrowed a few characters. ^_^
A/N: Please continue reading and giving reviews..I'd love to hear from you guys..Thanks!

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I followed her. I had to. Why? Let's start with those glorious minutes before Potions.

It had always brought me remarkable pleasure to annoy Potty and his gang, and unmatched delight to see their pissed off faces. This was one of those few moments when Potter, with all his glory and honor shunted aside, gave in to me. I was utterly shocked when that stupid goblet spit out Potter's name. Once again, the lime light was on wee beety botty Potter; he always gets all the attention he needs to fill that big fat head of his. So, in retaliation, I had shown the trio my new pins, which said "Support Cedric Diggory, the Real Hogwarts Champion". "That's not all it does. Look." And we Slytherins pressed our badges, then it glowed green with the words "Potter Stinks" glowing in the dim light of the corridor. The look on their faces was priceless! Back then, Potter hadn't budged yet, so I went on ranting in the mudblood business again, (which, mind you, is one of my favorite topics). When I teased the mudblood, that's when he snapped. He pointed his wand at me threateningly. Tuh! As if I'd be scared of him. We cast spells at the same time, and they bounced off each other. His spell hit Goyle, and my spell hit the mudblood (Ha!). It seemed that luck was definitely on my side that day.

Then, I saw her.

She looked at me with a stare filled with unmistakable anger; a stare of pure loathe. Although I've seen Potter give me that look many times, hers was somehow...different. Rage was radiating from her...like light from the torches that surrounded us. She stirred something inside me…I don't know what is. All I know is when she approached me, I was stumped. My heart was beating fast, and my lungs were suddenly short for oxygen. Barely a few feet away from me, she turned to her left: Professor Snape had just arrived. Overwhelming relief came over me. ‘That was too close’. It was a good thing I had recovered myself when the Professor asked me what had happened. Naturally, I told them my side (which made Potty and his gang look bad, of course). And, as usual, the Professor believed me. I always had a high regard to Professor Snape, being loathsome and all to Potty and his gang, and for giving me such power. As I laughed my way inside the dungeon, I turned to look if she's still looking at me. A part of me wished that she wasn't, but another begged that she was. And she was. She gave me another infuriated stare, then she went inside. I shook my head and pitied the girl. 'Another Potter fan,' I thought. Too bad, she's...different from all of them, which made me doubt if she is even friends with Potty. 'Why bother? Why am I suddenly interested in this low-life? She's a nobody. Wait a minute. That's it! She's a nobody. Why must she stare at me like that? Who gave her the right to stare at Draco Malfoy like that?' My ego was trampled. Nothing can spare her from my wrath now. No one has ever trampled on my pride. And that's why I waited for her; why I followed her.

I stayed in that dark corner for a while. And when she was in view, my heart skipped. I don't know why, but it did. Maybe it was excitement...in letting her feel my vengeance and all. I always felt a tinge of excitement when I am about to break a rule, or to annoy a student, especially when it's Potter that I am about to annoy. I steadied myself, and called on to her. She stopped. I couldn't tell what her reaction was as her back was turned to me, but I do hope it's fear. However, when she turned to face me, I couldn't see any trace of fear in her face. Eyes blazing, she told me that she was about to beat the hell out of me, and that I was lucky that I escaped. Truth shone in her eyes, and not arrogance. My insides squirmed with an enormous rage, but I calmed myself down. 'Not yet, Draco. Later.' I laughed at her "attempt" to piss me off. I needed my revenge. I wanted it so badly, that I could anything to get it right that moment; even if I had to curse her to pieces. So, I came to her. I pinned her to the wall. And then, I saw her stir: there was panic in her eyes. Deep inside, I was smiling broadly. It was my chance.

I could have cursed her right there and then, and left her writhing in pain. I could have just slapped her, or spit at her face, then burst out laughing. But I didn't. Under the torch light, I saw her differently. I couldn't help but notice how her rich black hair shone in the dim light...how her illuminated face seemed to smooth and soft...how delicate her full lips were, even as they quivered with fear. She was fragile...she was different. I stared at her as I never did to anyone else. The sight of her sent goose-bumps all over me. Suddenly, I had drifted away from my own thoughts. I closed my eyes, leaned forward and kissed her smooth cheek ever so gently. 'Wake up, you fool!' I came to my senses. I trailed my lips towards her ear and whispered. I heard her gasp, felt her shiver; it made me satisfied. I had succeeded. After that, she pushed me hard and ran away, while I laughed out loud. I gained power over another wretched soul. I laughed for my victory over her.

But at the back of my mind, I knew I had to see her again; I had to stare into those dark brown eyes again. Somewhere inside me, I knew she was different.

I SAW YOU
A fanfic

CHAPTER III

"Something to last forever"

*Set in Hannah's POV

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter..just borrowed a few characters. ^_^
A/N: For those of you wondering, Hannah is an original character. She is definitely not Hannah Abbot. Please continue reading and giving reviews..I'd love to hear from you guys..Thanks!

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It's been weeks since he had cornered me that afternoon after Potions, but I can still hear his menacing laugh echoing in my ears. I could still picture him vividly in my head everytime I closed my eyes: his gray eyes staring at me mockingly, his lips smirking, his breath sending thousands of shivers all over me. I loathed him even more for what he did to me...for what he had made me into. I hated him for the fear he implanted in my brain. I feared him even more. I was afraid to be looked at again by those piercing eyes; afraid to be touched by him who had fixed in me such strong terror, that I feared even his mere presence.

I tried to be unnoticed (which was really an easy thing to do, since no one ever gave me attention) everywhere, everytime, by everyone. I stayed in the library for hours, surrounded by books that I don't even read. I went to my classes alone, ate my meals at the farthest point in the table, and went back to the common room alone. I even stayed clear from Hermione, which pained me the most. She did, one day noticed my strange behavior and asked what was going on. I was so thankful for that question; finally I could tell someone who cared about me...finally I could release all burdens me for the past few weeks. But alas, things were not as good as they seemed to be. Harry and Ron suddenly entered the common room, and once again, I had sulked in the shadows…unnoticed and invisible. I tried not to cry every now and then to prove my strength to myself, and yet I still gave in in some nights when the pressure was too much to handle. I needed someone…someone to cradle me in his arms and tell me everything will be ok...someone who sees me even when I don't want to be seen. But no one ever did. No one ever saw me.

'But no…someone did,' my mind would tell me. 'He saw you. He said so himself.' But I had shoved that thought away. 'He saw me alright. And what did I get? Retaliation. Fear.' 'The point is...he saw you. He noticed.' 'He doesn't care.' 'That's what you think.'

Feeling crazy from these thoughts filling my head, I went out to the lake. It was Saturday then; I had done all my assignments (though not with ease) and was quietly thinking in the common room, when these thoughts came to me. I felt I needed a break from all the thinking, so I went outside and sat by the lake, feeling the cool breeze caress my arms. As I watched the ripples forming in the lake, his face burst clear in my mind once more. I tried to shake it off, but he was still there. So, I tried imagining him 'less fearfully': I imagined him smiling at me…a smile that didn't have any trace of mischief or mockery. Just a simple smile of happiness. I laughed sarcastically, telling myself that my chances of seeing him smile at me like that were like the chances of Hermione Granger failing an exam. 'Get a grip, Hannah you stupid prick.'

"Daydreaming again?"

I slightly jumped after hearing that only too familiar voice behind me. I knew it was him again, so before I stood up and faced him, I braced myself. 'Well, if he's gonna insult me or try anything crazy, I'm not gonna let him do that again'. I stood up and faced him. He was arrogantly standing a few feet away from me, arms crossed and still having that irritating smirk on his face. It was exactly how I saw him every night.

"Mind your own business, Malfoy. Leave me alone."

That taunting smile of his widened. "You know, dear, that attitude of yours won't get you anywhere but near trouble."

Immeasurable anger filled me again. I was fit to burst.

"What's this? Draco Malfoy lecturing about attitude? Speak for yourself, you bastard."

I gave him a defiant look, and then marched towards the castle. But, he grabbed my arm, stopping me. His grip was tight; I could feel searing pain from his hand.

"I'm not finished talking with you."

I faced him and saw him stare at me darkly. I felt a tinge of fear coming to me, but indifference took over. "You have no power over me, Malfoy. Now let me go."

His grip on my arm tightened, and I squirmed in pain. I yelled at him to let me go, but he didn't. I panicked. Why isn't he letting go? I felt my hand going numb, and saw pure hatred in his eyes. The fear I had kept to myself for so long had burst open; I was terrified. Then, it happened.

He yanked me towards him and kissed me.

Eyes wide with shock, my whole body had shut down. I couldn't move. With his lips crushing mine, I felt angry. I pitied myself. I felt used; I felt dirty. I could have slapped him with my free hand and could have escaped immediately but I didn't...I couldn't. Suddenly, all the pain, sorrow and anger I had felt for the past few weeks overwhelmed me. He really did have power over me.. and I gave in to him so easily. I closed my eyes as I let tears flow freely down my cheeks, just as I slowly let all my strength leave me. Then, I felt his grip on my arm loosen itself. He drew away quickly, as though he had kissed a hot iron. I stared at the ground, angry at myself, pitying myself. His power was too much for me, and I hate it. I could have slapped him, cursed him even, but I didn't. It was all too much for me. I felt all my remaining strength leave me, and I fell on my knees with my face buried in my hands; I cried my heart out.

After a while, I seemed to have calmed down. Then, I realized that he was on his knees, holding me, his arms around me, and his lips close to my ear whispering, "I'm sorry…don't cry...I'm sorry..." Surprisingly, I found myself clinging onto him, my face buried in his chest. His warmth was soothing; his voice comforting my aching soul. I felt all my fear leave me…all the pain and sadness were wiped away by his healing hand. He held me like I was never held before, and my heart poured itself to him.

For the very first time, I felt loved.

I woke up.

I blinked a few times, then sat up. I looked around, and saw an oddly familiar row of beds...What the hell am I doing in the hospital wing?!?! I racked my brain for any memory of what had happened... I closed my eyes, then pictured myself back in the lake. I was there, thinking of how I can not think of Draco, then I thought someone had called me. I stood up, turned, then...then..Why can't I remember anything? I hit my head with my closed fist a couple of times. What is wrong with me?

"STOP THAT!"

I slightly jumped with surprise. Someone had grabbed my arm: it was Madam Pomfrey. "What in Merlin's beard are you doing?!" "Madam Pomfrey, what happened to me? Why am I here? How long have I been here? Am I gonna die?" Madam Pomfrey waved her hand impatiently. "Shh..too many silly questions. You were brought here a few hours ago by two first years. They said they found you unconscious by the lake. You fainted because your body was too weak. Have you been sleeping properly?" I shook my head. I was about to reason out but she cut me off. "Eating disorders? Irregular meal times?" I nodded. She sat by my bed and held my hand. "What's wrong, dear?" I looked away from her. The fact that the answer to that question was so easy bothered me. I sighed. "Frankly, I don't know." "Do you want to talk about it?" I looked at her again and saw the concern in her eyes. "I'd rather not, but thanks for the offer, Madam Pomfrey." She smiled and gave my hand a squeeze. "Okay then. I'll let you rest now. Tomorrow, I'll check you up and then maybe you can go back to your common room." I smiled at her and whispered a small thanks. As she walked away, I remembered what she told me about the first years. "Madam Pomfrey!" "Yes dear?" I asked for the names of the students who brought me in. They were Ravenclaw students. I muttered another 'thank you' and lied down on the hospital bed once more. Sighing, I remembered the dream I was having. Draco had pissed me off...I walked out on him. He grabbed me, then...I placed a finger over my lips as I thought of that kiss. It was angry..and full of hatred. I shruddered and shook my head to take that thought away, which I regretted later because my head began to spin. I have to end this soon...before I go crazy...

The next day, after Madam Pomfrey gave me one last check up, I strode along the halls looking for the students who helped me. At long last I found them in the Great Hall, trading Wizard Cards. I fixed myself up, then approached them.

"Hi!"

The students jumped with surprise and stared at me. The red-haired boy looked at me curiously, while the blonde guy stared at me as if he was annoyed. They were looking at me for a while, at which I started to feel awkward. Kids..

"Hi! I'm Hannah. I would just like to thank you for helping me yesterday. You see-"

"Yeah! I remember you! You're that pretty girl in the pink dress by the lake!" The red-head exclaimed excitedly. I blushed. I'm starting to like this kid. "I don't know about pretty, but yeah, that was me. Thank you-" "Oh please..." said the blonde boy, who then rolled his eyes at me. He was thoroughly annoyed as he was obviously showing it, and with that look on his face he kind of reminded me of Draco. "We were only passing by the corridor when this fourth year called us and ordered us to help you. He even threatened us with detention if we don't help. If you asked me, I would've just walked away. But Johnny here was either too scared of detention or too noble to leave a damsel in distress." He looked at me with that annoying glance and rolled his eyes again. I gaped at him. What a huge pompous git! I looked to see if Johnny made an effort to stop this ugly zit from babbling, but he just looked at me (apparently dazed). I could have jinxed that creature to pieces but I stopped myself. I calmed down after a while. "Well, whatever your reasons are, I still thank you for what you did." I wheeled around and started to leave when I remembered what he said. I turned and called back. "Do you know the name of the student who told you to help me?" Johnny shrugged. "I don't-" "We don't know his name," that creep said. "Johnny was too noble to ask his name. He's Slytherin, by the way. Maybe a huge fan of yours." He smirked at me. I rolled my eyes and walked away quickly before I could think of a spell to hit that chunk of shit. Ooooh, that boy will get it. That sick, pathetic, pompous zit will get it! Then, I stopped by the portrait hole. A fourth year Slytherin? A Slytherin?!? I pondered on the thought as I walked to my room. Why would a Slytherin help me? I dropped myself on my bed. Who could it be? Some noble Slytherin? I smiled. Ha! There's no such thing. That would be impossible. He'd be the butt of Draco Malfoy's jokes. I sat up. What if... I shook my head. Nah..I don't think so. Why would it be him? I pondered on that thought for a while. If it was him, that means I owe him. Argh..which means I have to thank him...and Then, it hit me. That's it! It all fits! I jumped on my feet and ran out of the common room. "This is gonna end now."

Day by day, I watched her.

For weeks I have silently watched her: while she was going about her daily routines to class, while she spent long hours in the library, and while she quietly sat down by the lake every Saturday. I wanted to know more about her... who she really is, and why she was who she was. I was curious. I wanted to know why she was different from all of them. Of course, I never told anyone of my thoughts about her. They'd think I'm a stalker or something (which, I am not),or maybe an obsessed guy (which I will never be). She made me think about her almost every night, where I am left wondering why she loathed me that much...and once or twice maybe when I would see her again.

Anyway, I mean, fine, I see her every now and then. I don't do anything to her. I don't tease her, attempt to annoy her, and even look at her longer than two seconds. Why would she give that defiant look? How can she loathe me when I have nothing to do with her, and she with me?!

'Goddammit, Draco. You sound like a stupid schoolboy with a little crush.' Of course I'm not! I am Draco Malfoy: I fear no one, and I am under no student in this school...even to that little thing. Still, I couldn't help but get lost in my thoughts...of course, thinking of her again. 'I have to know.' So, I followed her.

One thing I found out about her was she was alone almost everytime. Whether she didn't want company or they didn't want her, I don't know. But, as I watched her go to her classes alone, go to the library alone, go back to her common room alone, I felt a small tinge of pity for her. I have never seen anyone as, alone, as she was. Pity, eh? Of course! I have nothing else to feel for her. She's just a low-life Gryffindor. I pity her pathetic little soul. But then..she is rather enchanting... I snapped out of my crazy thoughts when I heard her laugh. It was rather sarcastic, like when I laugh at Goyle's jokes. "I have to end this now...before I get crazy." So, I went to her.

But, before I could even go near her, she stood up: she was leaving. I slapped my forehead, thinking that I didn't do what I needed to do. But, just as I looked up to see where she was going, I saw her sway and slowly fall down to the ground. I stared at her; my mind went completely blank. I looked at both ends of the corridor, trying to see if anyone was coming. Should I help her? No, of course. But...I just couldn't leave her there... Pacing fast, I strained to think of what to do. Then, I saw two first years coming towards me. I quickly strode to them.

"You two, help that girl by the lake. She's fainted, so carry her to the hospital wing."

The red-haired boy looked concerned. "What? Where is she? What happened?"

I shook my head in frustration. "This is no time to ask stupid questions, kid. Go and carry her now!"

The blonde boy stepped forward and stared at me arrogantly. "I don't see a prefect badge on you. Just who are you to order us around? We're not house elves. We're students."

These kids tried my patience. Why are they being so difficult?! What if other students came and saw me here? This will seriously ruin me. "Listen, you little brats. My father is a very influencial person. I could have you given detention anytime I want, or even expelled with just a snap. Now, help that girl or I will go right now to the Headmaster and tell them you spat at me."

The red-head looked very frightened, nodded vigorously, then yanked his friend towards the lake. I took one last glance at her, checked the corridors once more, then went to the Slytherin common room.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of her. What the hell happened out there? She wasn't hit by a spell that's for sure; no one else was there. Maybe I cursed her by looking at her too often, or by just thinking of her for too long. I lied on my back and stared at the ceiling of my four-poster bed. That was mighty stupid, Draco. You can't do that. I lied on my bed for at least an hour and still couldn't sleep; I thought of her still. I closed my eyes and recalled the delicate features of her face during our encounter in the dungeons: her silky cheeks, perfect brown eyes, and those beautiful and delicate lips waiting to be kissed. I sat up. I need to see her again. I have to end this madness. I climbed down my bed and down the stairs, out of the common room. As I made my way to the hospital wing, I actually walked a bit faster than usual. My heart was beating very fast, and I had difficulty breathing again. I shook my head, and yet it was obvious: I ached for her. I longed to see her face once more, and now that I am, I'm excited.

I walked slower as I approached the doors to the hospital wing. I whispered an opening spell, and quietly made my way inside. I squinted in the dark to look for her. And I did.

She lay just before a window, the moonlight bathing her face. I stopped as I was enthralled by her beauty...She looked like an angel lying there,softly breathing. I walked towards her bed, and stopped at the right side of her bed. I kneeled before her, and traced her smooth cheek. I gently moved the strands of hair covering her face, and just stared at her. My heart suddenly stopped, just as it had beat so rapidly just a while ago. I might have gone completely dumb or crazy that time, because I wasn't thinking. She was here, in front of me, looking like a goddess, and that was all that mattered. I felt like I could last forever just looking at her like this...I didn't need to think twice. I leaned forward, and kissed her lips. Her lips were soft and delicate...it was like kissing an angel. I felt my heart beat faster and slower at the same time, and as I kept my lips tenderly pressed on hers, I felt an odd feeling in me burst. I felt...so happy...so satisfied. She stirred a bit, so I drew away. That made me come to my senses. I'd rather be caught dead than seen here...or worse, when she wakes up and sees me... I strode towards the door and to my room without stopping or even going slower. I dropped myself at my bed, and before I fell asleep, I was pretty sure I was smiling.

*Hannah's POV

After Potions, I have decided to talk to him.

I came to this decision yesterday after talking to those first years (oooooh, that little brat...). I searched the halls for Draco but I couldn't seem to find him. I went back to the common room, feeling a bit disappointed. Wait a minute. Disappointed? I mean, I was disappointed because this madness is going to haunt me one more night. I don't want to think about him anymore...well, at least not that smirk of his. But I can still remember his gray eyes...I can still picture them clearly in my mind... I smiled as I lay on my bed last night, covering my head with a pillow so anyone wouldn't see.

I stopped before the doors of Snape's dungeon. My heart was beating fast. Yes, I had decided to talk to him...to end all of this...but I hadn't quite prepared myself. What would I tell him? How am I going to tell him? How the hell am I going to approach him in the first place? I closed my eyes, and his face filled my mind. I shook my head. This had got to end. I sighed as I pushed the door open, but I exerted too much force and bumped into someone who was opening the door from inside. I rubbed my forehead and looked up to see whose chin I bumped. I gasped as I saw those familiar gray eyes looking back at me. He seemed to be rubbing his chin then stopped, staring directly at me. He looked at me with surprise, then with...awe? He looked at me like I was the only person there, like...he adored me.

"Mr. Malfoy, why are you taking so long? Is someone there?" Professor Snape's drawling voice suddenly echoed in the dungeon. "Just a late Gryffindor, sir." He smiled at me. I shook my head and walked but bumped into him again. "Well, as pathetic as they seem to be, I still have to teach them. Let him in." He took a step back and left a small space for me to walk into. I kept my head down and walked to the far side of the room, feeling my cheeks burn. Why am I blushing?! I sat on the table at the far back, pulled out an enormous book and placed it in front to cover my face. Then. I buried my face in my hands. I kept asking myself why did I blush. It's just Malfoy, Hannah. It's just a smile. I resigned with a heavy sigh. As Professor Snape's lecture went on, I had this really weird feeling that someone was watching me. I tilted my head back a little, then a little to the right. And, I saw him; he was staring at me. Surprised (and a little embarrased), I quickly jerked my head back, but then it hit my book, which almost fell down. Breathing fast and grasping my book tightly, I felt my cheeks burn once more. I could hear the student next to me sniggering. Shit! He saw me. He noticed! Shit! I ran my fingers on my brow nervously, calming myself down. Just then, I felt something hit my right arm. I peeked down and saw a tiny piece of crumpled paper below my desk, just a few inches from my feet. Curiously, I picked it up. And as I was straightening up my seat, I saw him look at me, then at the paper in my hand. Why is he looking at the paper? I shot him an annoyed glance. Crazy snoop. I unravelled the paper; my eyes widened as I read what was inside.

after potions, at the dark corner of the corridor.

What the hell? I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me (well, other than him of course)...but there was none. My heart suddenly skipped a beat. H-He wants to m-meet m-me? What the hell was going on? I looked at him. He put a finger in his lips, then pointed at Professor Snape, who then was approaching me. He stopped between me and Draco, completely blocking him from my sight.

"I believe I teach Potions, Miss Arden, not Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now put away that book or I'll throw it along with you out of this classroom. Five points from Gryffindor. Now pay attention."

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After Potions, my hands shook voilently; I felt fear mixed with excitement. It took me five minutes to get my roll of parchment inside my bag. Control yourself, you idiot! After I finished packing my things, I got up, breathed deeply, and went out of the dungeon. What if I don't go? It won't be my loss..I mean, I can talk to him tomorrow, or the other day...Maybe if I ran he wouldn't notice me. I snapped out of my stupid thoughts. Who was I kidding? There was no backing out of this. I had to finish this now...or else I may find myself in a deeper pit that what I already am in.

I stopped before the dark corner, where I could faintly see his outline in the dark. "C-Come out of there."

Slowly, he stepped out and revealed himself to me. My whole world stopped at the sight of him...he looked so gorgeous just looking at me like that. He was smiling at me; he wasn't smirking, he was...smiling. It was a genuine smile. I felt my whole body was melting before him. I wanted to run to him, embrace him, and lose myself to those wonderful lips of his. I shook my head frantically. What the hell is happening to me?! I looked away from him, trying to restrain myself from this madness that I felt, and stared directly at the ground. I cleared my throat (because I seem to have lost my ability to speak clearly before him) and asked, "What do you want?" I felt him walk towards me, then he stopped; he was barely inches from me. He cupped my chin and raised my face so I once again stared directly at his marvelous gray eyes. He was still smiling softly at me, then chuckled. "I think the person you're talking to is here, not at the floor." I looked away, feeling my cheeks grow scarlet. How I hate you for making me feel like this, I thought. But then again, his chuckle was like music to my ears. Reluctant as I was, I had to admit that wanted to hear it again. His thumb found its way to my cheek (Oh my...), and caressed it gently. "You look so cute when you blush."

"NO!!!" I jerked my head away from his hand. I've had enough.

"Dammit Malfoy! What the bloody hell do you want from me?! Haven't you tortured me enough? Haven't you stayed in my mind for too long? This! This...thing is driving me crazy! Why won't you leave me alone?! I don't want this feeling, ok? I was doing fine! I never wanted this! Why won't you go away? Why do you hurt me so? I never wanted this feeling, you hear me? I didn't want to fall in love with you!" I stepped back and covered my mouth with my hands. I couldn't believe what came out...what I just said. I felt the wall behind me, and there I leaned as I felt my knees grow weak.

I had fallen in love with Draco.

Ever since that day when our eyes met...that day that I told myself I loathed him... I loved everything about, in and of him. This was why I couldn't get him out of my mind. This was the reason why I longed to see him, even though I resisted. I had loved him, yet I was trying to fight it. I was...I didn't...

"W-What did you say?" He approached me, eyes staring directly at me. I shook my head. I didn't want to repeat it. But, deep inside, I knew what I told him was true.

"You said...You said y-you-"

"I...I d-"

"You said..." He was already so near to me. I was still shaking my head. No..I don't...I never...

"Y-You love me?"

I stared into those gray eyes; they were sincerely asking for an answer. Gently, he took my hand away from my mouth. I tried to reply but my mouth just opened and closed...nothing came out. His eyes questioned me...begging me to tell him the truth...the truth that I denied of myself for so long.

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*Draco's POV

I needed to talk to her. I had to tell her.

After that incident in the hospital wing, I now know why she never left my mind these past few weeks. I now know why I felt weird whenever I saw her, or even when I am near her.

I loved her.

I love her so much, that it was painful sometimes.

She seemed to be staying away from me though, and I know why: she thinks I'm playing at her. She thinks that I'm up to something that's not good...well, everyone thinks that way. But, I'm not. I really am not...because hurting her was the last thing I ever want to do.

That day before I went to Potions, I had decided to talk to her. I needed her to know how I felt for her. I know it's crazy, but even though she doesn't feel the same, it wouldn't matter. I won't force her or anything...I just wanted her to know...

At Potions, I looked around ever so often, glancing at the door whenever it opened: she wasn't there. What if she's still sick? What is something happened to her? I brushed those thoughts away by listening (for once) to Professor Snape's lecture. But, I still felt worried. I raised my hand and excused myself from class. I told the Professor that I needed to attend to something important, and he gave me permission. I strode across the room and yanked the door. It opened suddenly, and my chin bumped on the person who was about to come in. Pathetic brat! Annoyed, I looked at the student in front of me, and I gasped: it was her. She looked at me, surprised as well, but still she looked amazingly beautiful. I wanted to stroke her jet black hair, take her in my arms and drown myself in her lips..but I didn't. Because I respect her. She was the first student here who gained Draco Malfoy's respect. I smiled inside, seemingly lost in my thoughts, when I heard Professor Snape call out to me.

"Mr. Malfoy, why are you taking so long? Is someone there?"

I snapped out of them and called back. "Just a late Gryffindor, sir."

"Well, as pathetic as they seem to be, I still have to teach them. Let him in."

She shook her head and walked towards me; she bumped into me again. She looks so cute. I stepped aside, not taking my eyes off her, titled my head slightly and smiled at her. She looked down and strode inside the room. Was she...really blushing? I was still smiling as followed her, taking a seat at her right and continued to stare at her. She looks so marvelous... But then, I frown because she was blocked out of my view: she drew out her DADA book and buried her face there. Why is she doing that? I still looked at her occasionally, taking care that no one noticed specially Professor Snape, and even though her face was covered with the book. Then, I saw her peek at the side of her book. She saw me looking at her, and she jerked back quickly. I thought for a while, thinking of her peculiar behavior, then tore a small piece of parchment, wrote something in it, crumpled it into a ball and threw it at her. The ball hit her arm. Yes! Then, I saw Professor Snape looking at her; his attention shifted because that idiot boy beside her sniggered so loud. Shit. She picked it up, then looked at me. I pursed my lips and put a finger there, then pointed towards the professor. I quickly straightened up my seat.

"I believe I teach Potions, Miss Arden, not Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now put away that book or I'll throw it along with you out of this classroom. Five points from Gryffindor. Now pay attention."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her put the book away. She glanced once more at me, then looked at the Professor, who continued the lecture.

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After Potions, I almost ran over Goyle as I quickly made my way out of the classroom and into the dark corner of the corridor. I leaned at the wall, clutching my chest. At last...I'm going to talk to her again. I closed my eyes and smiled as I thought of her once more...imagining her beautiful face...which then registered shock, then she laughed. I opened my eyes. What if she did laugh at me? I would make a complete fool out of myself. I shook my head. What was important is that she knows. For once, I didn't think of my pride. I was ready to look like a mad old folk in front of her. I chuckled softly. Maybe that's how love is...you don't mind your pride.

After a while, I saw her staring at me outside the dark corner. I smiled as I watched her squint her eyes. She's so cute when she does that. "C-Come out of there," she said. I stepped out and walked towards her. Suddenly, she lowered her head and stared at the ground. "What do you want?" I drew closer, cupped her chin and tilted her face towards me. Her dark brown eyes were staring at me. You'll never know how much I want to kiss you right now. I chuckled. "I think the person you're talking to is here, not at the floor." She blushed furiously, then looked away. "You look so cute when you blush," I told her. Suddenly, she jerked her head away from my hand and stared at me angrily.

"Dammit Malfoy! What the bloody hell do you want from me?! Haven't you tortured me enough? Haven't you stayed in my mind for too long? This! This...thing is driving me crazy! Why won't you leave me alone?! I don't want this feeling, ok? I was doing fine! I never wanted this! Why won't you go away? Why do you hurt me so? I never wanted this feeling, you hear me? I didn't want to fall in love with you!"

I stared at her, completely lost for words. "W-What did you say?" I shook my head slightly, my mind questioning. Did I hear her right? Did she just say... She shook her head repeatedly, as if denying what she just said.

"You said...You said y-you-"

"I...I d-" She leaned at the wall behind her.

I approached her. No..there was no mistake...I heard her...

"You said..." I tried to recall what she said..and it was clear. "..Y-You love me?"

She stopped shaking her head. I walked towards her, and took her hand off her mouth. She looked at me straight in my eyes, opened her mouth but nothing came out. Please...Please say yes...Please...

"I never wanted to...but I did."

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*Hannah's POV

He stared at me, mouth opened, still filled with disbelief of what I told him. I waited any reaction from him, but all he did was stare at me. Slowly, I felt tears beginning to fill my eyes. Please say something...anything... I looked up, trying to fight back the already flowing tears. I didn't prepare myself for this.

"I never wanted to, ok?" My voice broke. "But I did. I don't understand why...but I-"

"Shh.." He reached up to my face and made me look at him. My face was already towards him, but I refused to open my eyes. For the first time, I didn't want to see his eyes staring at me... I didn't want to see him smirk or laugh... I don't want those gray eyes to penetrate in my mind and see the truth. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. Then, I opened her eyes. He looked at me so tenderly and leaned forward. He put his lips close to my ears and whispered, "I am so in love with you."

My eyes widened. "W-What did-" But before I could ask, he had already claimed my lips. I was still shocked at what he just said to me, but my hand had already found its way to his neck, caressing it, drawing him closer; my lips returning his kiss. He must have felt me respond, and made the kiss deeper, more passionate, and I couldn't help but reply eagerly. I felt my whole body melt with him; like I could lose myself in him. I've never kissed anyone, but this has got to be the best kiss ever. You'll never know how much I longed for this to happen... I felt so light...so happy...so blissful. I never felt anything so beautiful before. Everything seemed to fit, everything seemed to be in their proper places; my world became perfect...complete.

After a while, he drew away, catching his breath. "Wow," he said, smiling as he looked at me. "That was something."

My eyes were still closed, trying to prolong that blissful feeling. I opened them later and looked up to his smiling face. "Yeah.. Wow.."

Draco looked at me for a while, loving me with his stare, then changed drastically. He looked at me like he was surprised, as though he was seeing me for the first time.

"Hey...wait a minute." He stepped back and crossed his arms on his chest.

Ultimately surprised, I rolled my eyes, stared at him defiantly, and exasperately asked, "What now?" I shouldn't have known there was a catch...this fumbling piece of- He looked at me seriously, which stopped my stupid thoughts. I looked down, quite embarassed, then proceeded. "Well, I needed to know why you looked at me that way when I-"

"Oh, curse Merlin!" I waved my hand impatiently. Great. And I thought he was smart. "Hermione's my friend. Of course I'd be angry at you after what you did to her..." Hmm...a little spice wouldn't hurt...hehehe "Well," I added, looking at him testily. "That's aside from your arrogant smirk you flash at me whenever I pass you on the corridor..."

"Ok...Hey.." He stared at me indignantly. "I don't smirk at you." "Oh, yes you do. Loads of times." He opened his mouth to defend himself, but I narrowed my eyes at him, daring him, then he resigned. "Alright then...a couple of times...oh, ok ok..I smirk at you always." I nodded and looked away. He recovered from his slight fall, paced before me, then stopped. "What about that Saturday? What happened to you?"

I hesitated for a while. He knows how I feel about him, but does that mean that he has to know the real reason? Should I tell him that I wasn't sleeping well because I kept thinking of him. Embarrased of what he might think, I looked down as I answered, "Well, I-I wasn't getting enough sleep lately..."

He chuckled. I looked up, staring at him defiantly. "Good to know I wasn't the only one," he said. I smiled slowly and giggled like a kid. Hmm..Wanna play, eh? "What about you? Why did you have to ask those kids to pick me up and bring me to the hospital wing?"

He looked taken aback for a while, looked like he was thinking fast, then held his chin up. "Well, I thought it was obvious. I don't want others to see me help you...with the rivalry of houses and all that...and that's aside from the fact that you looked too heavy for me to carry.."

"Hey!" I hit him playfully at his shoulder. He grasped his shoulder, pretending that it hurt. "Hey...you should watch out, you know." I stepped up bravely, staring at him with narrowed eyes. "What? What are you gonna do, huh?" "This." And he pulled me towards him and gave me another breath-taking kiss.