He rounded the corners quickly and quietly, no one as allowed to know where he was going, most importantly who he was meeting. It took all he had to be able to get away from Crabbe and Goyle without them asking too many questions. Normally he wouldn't be seen without them, but times like tonight were too important for them to be there, too secret. He had to keep his secret well hidden; no one was allowed to know about her. But he had to know if the rumors were true, and if so, he had to put a stop to them.
He snuck around one more corner, narrowly avoiding Peeves who was enjoying himself with making a mess with chalk on the hallway wall, he slid into an empty classroom and shut the door quietly behind him. When he turned around he couldn't find her, but searching the room once more he found her curled up in the window staring out onto the grounds. The breath caught in his throat, she was beautiful, he had always thought she was beautiful, but sitting there in the window with the moon's light making her midnight black curls sparkle and her pale white skin shine, he felt like he was the luckiest man alive to be standing here. But then he reminded himself why he was here, and what he was supposed to do.
"Raven, get out of the window before someone sees you, and barges in here, then we'll get in even more trouble, and you're not worth that." He made his voice hard as ice, and just as cold. He wouldn't let her soften him.
"Draco, no one is going to see me. The grounds are empty, and it's only the ghosts who are out at this time. What is the meaning of this meeting anyways? Not that I just don't love meeting you past midnight and be treated horribly." Her voice was quiet, sweet, and something he could listen to all night, but he reminded strong. He wouldn't let her win this one.
"You know what this about, rumors are going around that you have a thing for the blood traitor, and I saw you with that nasty mudblood Granger." He walked up to the window and pulled her down. She glared up at him.
"I know of the rumors, and I knew that you would act like this! So what if I like someone else? And so what if I'm friends with Granger, and don't use that filthy word around me!" She pushed his chest hard, getting angry each second she was around him. She had to stay angry, and she wouldn't give into him this time.
"So what? So what? YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS LIKING A BLOOD TRAITOR! AND I WILL CALL HER A MUDBLOOD IF I WANT!" He was fuming; she always did this to him.
"I have all the business in the world liking someone else if I want to. And lower your voice there is no need to shout." She wouldn't look at him; she wouldn't let him see the tears threatening to fall over. She was happy that he was jealous of the fact that she liked someone else, but she hated that fact that he would never really do anything about it.
"Fine, like a blood traitor, have your family hating you more. Have me hating you more, because I won't stand there and watch you fall all over a blood traitor. It's sick." He knew he was hurting her, he knew that he was speaking more out of anger that she was falling for someone else, then who she was actually falling for, but he wouldn't let her know that. He wouldn't let her see that it was killing him to see her look at this guy with the blue eyes he loved.
"My family treats me as if I was dead, how can they treat me worse, or hate me more than they already do? And you Draco, are far worse than they are. You are a coward. You are a spineless boy who hates to lose what he refuses to claim for his own. If I love someone else someday it'll be your own fault, not mine. I won't wait around for a man who hates me because of something I had no control over, and I won't love someone who treats me as you do." She let the tears fall as she turned her back to him and quickly left the classroom, not bothering to take care to check for Peeves. She just wanted to leave him behind.
Draco stared after Raven St. Bell with a heavy heart; he loved the girl like mad, but would do nothing about it. He was a Slytherin, and he couldn't love a Gryffindor. No matter what promises they made to each other when they were little.