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Tell Me Something Secret

I had never really been an impulsive person.

but one lone impulse led to another and then... a lot of things changed.

xXx

It began in the library. It was my sixth year at Hogwarts. It was winter, so bitterly cold that few ventured outside to brave the bitter cold, not even the snow attractive enough. I had just escaped the cold, my classes now over, and I was taking advantage of a free period. I had walked into the library as I always did at this time, and went over to my favorite cosy spot- a small table between care of magical creatures and charms. Dropping my bag onto the floor with a thump, I settled down into on of the comfy chairs, pulling off my damp cloak and stretching myself to make myself even more comfy.

I was one of perhaps ten or so people there in the library. I sighed. It was nice having free periods, but what for? More study. I sighed again. might as well get to work.

Looking about me, I scanned carefully for the tome I needed- aha! There.

On the top shelf of course. I wasn't short, but... lets just say it was beyond my reach. I couldn't even use magic. Madame Pince, in her increasing paranoia, had banned any student from summoning books after a particularly unfortunate event when an overenthusiastic (read; stupid) third year had toppled half the library with a summoning charm that he really shouldn't have tried using. It had been a miracle he had survived really, and so few collateral injuries. Like I said, a miracle. grabbing a chair, I set it in front of the shelf, and stepped onto it. I reached upwards, almost stretching on my tip toes. I had just grabbed it, when I felt my balance go, my feet slipping on the material beneath me, and back I fell. I let out a loud shriek, frantically reaching, scrabbling at the shelves in front of me, desperate to get a hold of something, when-

Suddenly a pair of hands caught my waist and hips, steadying me.

I gasped, my heart beating erratically, from the scare I had just received.

"Thanks" I said to whoever had just caught me, but as I turned, I received a surprise just as surprising (though not as frightening) as the almost-fall. It was Scorpius Malfoy.

"No problem," he muttered, letting go of me. He reached behind me, his arm brushing past , and grabbed the book from the same shelf with apparent ease. Damn tall people. without another word, he walked off.

how strange it was that Scorpius Malfoy had been the one to catch me, and save me from a nasty fall. despite being in the same year, we hadn't had many run-ins. I could count the amount of times wed spoken on two hands- including today. I had nothing against him- there was no enmity between us, despite out parents history or our respective houses.

Like me, he was the son of a famous family- the Malfoys. however, that was where all the resemblances ended. We avoided each other generally- starting in first year, after Dad told me not to be too friendly. It wasn't just me- he'd returned the same in kind, obviously having been told the same thing. There was nothing between us, and I'd say we both preferred it that way, despite others expectancy.

I settled down at my table, flipping through the pages of the dusty charms reference book. it was at the flyleaf however, that I noticed a strange piece of parchment stuck between the pages. Pulling it out, I carefully unfolded it. It looked rather tattered, and as I looked closer, I saw it was covered with line upon of line of haphazard scrawls of writing and scribbles, ink blotches everywhere. peering closer at it, I noticed that the blocks of writing were not charms notes. They were story plots.

Interested, I read each one carefully. They were a mixture- some good, some bad, but there was one that really stuck out to me. It had all the traits of a good story; suspense, mystery, action, adventure, a touch of fantasy... It would be an awful shame if this person didn't write it.

Feeling brave, I picked up my quill, and, dipped it in ink, and wrote a little message beside my favorite; 'this one is definitely the best, I like it!' I didn't know what their reaction would be, but I hoped it would spur them the note back into the flyleaf, I carried on and did my work. When I was finished, I put the book back on the same shelf, in the same spot. If the writer of the page found it, then good. If not, well very few people would be able to guess that I had written that.

But I really hoped they would find it.

xXx

A few moments later, Scorpius Malfoy rose, went over to the charms section and replaced the book he was holding with another from the same shelf, stuffed it into his bag, and strode out of the library.


So this is my new series! :D I hope you liked the first chapter, and thank you for reading!

I will hopefully have another chapter uploaded within the next few days, a week at most! Please review, as I would love to hear what you think!

-Kairi_Namine_Chan :)