A/N: Well, school is out and, romantically, the ending was not what I wanted it to be. Therefore, I wrote these endings and beginnings. They are simply a series of oneshots; a series of what if's. I hope you enjoy.
Last Afternoons and First Mornings
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What I Wish He Did
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I sat in my empty compartment of the Hogwarts express, allowing the vibration of the train to lull me and relax my body. My friends had all gone off, mostly in bi-gender pairs, two "say" their goodbyes. I, therefore, was left in the company of an empty compartment and my thoughts.
As I often did when the time allowed, and even when it did not, I thought of him. His stormy gray eyes and light blond hair seem to be the only things that my mind could dwell on.
Our year had been full of each other. He had been assigned to tutor me in potions by Snape, the greasy git. At first, I had been horrified. I would have to spend three hours a week in the company of a sneering snake. Our first meeting, however, surprised me. Not only was he polite, but even managed to make me laugh. We developed a sort of friendship, over the months. It never left our corner of the library, but was a friendship, all the same.
Throughout the months, I had begun to see him as more than a friend. At times, I thought he saw me in that way, as well. The way he defended me from others in the library. The way he looked at me, I was sure that it was the same way I looked at him.
He never acted on it, of course and I was too shy to do anything except gaze longingly in his direction and participate in his flirtatious banter. If he did feel that way about me, nothing could come of it, anyway. We were too different. He was the aristocratic Slytherin with the father who had, before his demise, been a deatheater. I was the poor girl from the blood-traitor family. Next to him, I would look like the ugly duckling.
He was beautiful. I loved everything about him. The way his eyes sparkled or darkened into intensity while looking at me, I would remember forever. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, the only one in his life.
I was not that naïve, however. I knew that there was something between him and Parkinson. The way she looked at him, hung on his every word. More often then not, he would be late to our meetings. His hair would be mussed, his robes rumpled. At first, it did not bother me. I was aware nothing could come of whatever we had and it did not matter to me.
Later, as I fell even deeper into whatever feelings I had for him, it mattered. I would hold myself together, as much as I could throughout the lessons. Often he would notice my subdued attitude and ask what was wrong. I got really good at lying to him. Then, I would make some vague excuse and slip out of our session early. Returning to the tower, I would curl up in a ball on my bed, cursing my ill fortune for falling for a guy who would never see me as anything other than a pseudo-friend.
Most of time, it was good. It got even better after he broke off whatever was going on with Parkinson. They were never official, but her eyes were red and puffy for days after, whatever happened, did. He seemed lighter, happier in that time. More flirtatious. Stupid me, I let myself get caught up in it.
However, of course, all good things must reach an end. For us, the ending was something we could not control. Time was our downfall. The year had ended. Now, here I was sitting on the train home, reliving our rollercoaster of a year together in my head.
He had graduated; I would never see him again. Maybe it was for the better. He made me cry too many times for never having kissed me. I hoped that, in his absence, I would be able to move on. Maybe, I could find somebody new. Somebody who saw me. Somebody who noticed me.
I was jarred from my thoughts by the compartment door sliding open. Thinking it was one of the couples returning early, I began to affix a smile upon my face. That smile fell, however, into a confused frown, as I saw who it was.
He looked up at me, gray eyes, begging, nervous, unsure. This alarmed me. Draco Malfoy was many things but he was never unsure. Everything he did, he did with calculated precision.
"May I come in?"
In answer, I gestured wordlessly to the seat across from me. Instead of taking it, he took the one next to me. After sitting down, he took my freckled hand in his two cool, pale ones.
"Red," the nickname that he used for me hurt. Why did he have to come here? I was never going to see him again. Was he trying to make me suffer? "I am sorry. I should have done this long ago."
With those words, he took my chin his free hand. He lifted my face to his and placed his lips over mine. I was too shocked to respond at first. He pulled back, brushing his thumb over my lower lip and sweeping my unruly red hair out of my face.
"Wait for me?" he asked. I nodded my assent and his face lit up in a smile that made it glow.
He kissed me again. This time, I responded, eagerly, kissing him back. When we pulled apart, I looked down, not wanting to see what was in his eyes. He, once again lifted my chin. Looking into his eyes, I saw pure adoration.
Smiling, I leaned into him. He moved so that his body cradled mine. We rested, there. For now, content in the knowledge that it was not over yet. It was just beginning.
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A/N: here is part a. I hope you enjoyed it and I should have the second part in a few days. The final product will most likely include three oneshots.