Author's Note: More drabble. Erm. Why? Because my muse is an utter bitch; I have to listen to her! . . . please don't murder me too painfully for temporarily disregarding POHAL, Castle, and Bride . . .

Disclaimers: Obviously, I am neither J.K. Rowling nor do I own the song, "Fallen" which clearly belongs to Delerium. Meh.

Summary: Do you believe in dreams? Because that's how I found you. But I can't be with you, not yet. Hermione and Draco.

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Leap of Faith
By Callisto Callispi

1.1 . . . Do You Remember Me?

When was it that I first saw you? Was it that first day of school aboard the Hogwarts Express? You and I spoke then for a little bit -- no malice, no hate. That would come later. Still, I distinctly remember you telling me something. Ravenclaw. I think Ravenclaw would suit me. I laughed. I asked you if you were the "brainy" type, and you nodded with confidence, saying that you thought you were. And the next question was just a test.

"How about Gryffindor? What do you think of that house?"

A small smile. "Oh, I don't know. I'm not that brave, you see. But valor and courage -- what a lovely traits to possess, don't you think?"

I thought that you were an all right person then. You see, I didn't trust people so easily back then. And even though now I treat people as if they would stab me in the back, I remember thinking then, She isn't so bad. But then that all changed with one word. What was that word?

Telephone.

What was a telephone? And you told me just what it was -- a communication device. A muggle communication device. Why not use Floo Powder? Did your family not possess Floo Powder? You shook your head slowly. Of course your family didn't use Floo Powder. Why? Because they didn't know about witches and wizards before your invitation to Hogwarts.

The stab I felt was betrayal. Your unknowing betrayal hurt me, you know. The fact that I had been standing here in public -- a Malfoy standing so cordially next to a muggle-born witch! -- for such a length of time . . . what would Father say?

"Filthy creature," I spat, turning away.

That was the first time I made you cry.