Disclaimer- I do not own or have any affiliation with Harry Potter or Enrique Iglesias

A/N- Okay. i am really bad at this stuff. This is a H/D fanfic based on the song Escape. This chapter contains the song the fic is based on as well as the first chapter.

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Escape- by Enrique Iglesias

You can run

You can hide but you

Can't escape my love

You can run

You can hide but you

Can't escape my love

Here's how it goes

You and me

Up and down but maybe this time

We'll get it right

Worth the fight

Cause love is something you can't shake

When it breaks

All it takes is some trying

If you feel like leaving

I'm not gonna beg you to stay

Soon you'll be finding

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

So if you go

You should know

It's hard to just forget the past

So fast

It was good

It was bad but it was real and that's

All you have

In the end our love mattered

Here's how it goes

All it takes is some trying

If you feel like leaving

I'm not gonna beg you to stay

Soon you'll be finding

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

You can run

You can hide

But you Can't escape my love

You can run

You can hide

But you Can't escape my love

Here's how it goes

All it takes is some trying

If you feel like leaving

I'm not gonna beg you to stay

Soon you'll be finding

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

You can run, You can run

You can run, You can run

You can run, You can run

You can run, You can run

You can run, You can run

You can run you can hide but you can't escape my love

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Dinner- Her Side

¤You can run, you can hide But you can't escape my love

You can run, you can hide But you can't escape my love¤

'I catch him staring at me from the long oak table he sits at everyday. He looks into my eyes with those mercury eyes and i cannot help but think he isn't all that bad. I know i should hate him. He has done nothing but torture me and my friends for the past six and a half years, since I've known him. All of those Slytherins have. They hate Harry because he weakened their precious Dark Lord. They look down on Ron because he is poor. And myself, they hate me because I am born of Muggle parents. He hates me the most. He hates me because I have worked the hardest and am the smartest student here. Sure he hates Harry and Ron, they are always getting into fights, but he hates me the most. He knows just how to make me angry, and even worse depressed. And then he just had to go and become Head Boy. We have to share a single common room now. It is rather lovely. Forest green carpet, lush berry red armchairs that face a stone fireplace, a matching couch with gold trimmings. two walls of mahogany bookshelves filled with endless books, two desks, a coffe table, and a round table with highback chairs with soft cushions- all in mahogany. and in the back there are three doors. my room, the bathroom- much like the prefects except decorated in silver, white, and gold, and his room. I've never been in his room, but i imagine it is just like mine: warm king sized four poster, gigantic closet, full length mirror, a small workdesk and shelves, a dresser, and huge french doors leading out to a balcony. I know he has a balcony, it is connected to mine. hehe. Even though we share so much, we still are so different. We never talk, only when we have to work together. Like how we have to work on the Yull Ball. It will be in two days, and I do not know who to go with. It took us two days to figure out the theme of the dance. One day we spent arguing and throwing hexes at eachother and finally decided to write how we wanted it and compare notes. The next day we compared notes and argued untill we thought we had a team. We decided to call it "Famous couples". it can be Muggle, Magical, or Fairytale.

Gawd! Why did he stare at me earlier? He usually glares if he even bothers to look at me, but never stare. I cannot understand him. '

Hermione just played at her food while Harry and Ron continued to talk about Quidditch. From the other side of the Great Hall, Draco fumbled with his food, thinking about why Hermione had caught his eye a few minutes earlier and why he had been looking at her