It was supposed to be Harry.
It was always supposed to be Harry. Ever since they had met their first year and hit it off she had always been there. Even though she was not part of the Golden Trio she was always on the sidelines cheering them on and helping whenever she could. Then when third year came along she and Harry had decided that they should spend more and more time together since they both were surrounded by muggles in the summer and surprisingly lived not that far apart. He knew every secret about her and she knew every dream of his. She had always figured that they would marry after he finished Voldemort and they finished school. It was always supposed to be him.
That is until that stupid Yule Ball.
It was then that she decided to wear a mask to the dance, even though she may have been the only one. It was a night of wonderment as no one, not even her best friends, knew it was her. She danced with many boys that night for the sheer mystery of her had them interested and she enjoyed every minute of their attentions.
That is until he asked her to dance. Hesitant at first she took his hand as he led her to the middle of the dance floor. The band struck up a rather slow song as he placed a hand on her waist and took her other in his. They began to twirl gracefully around the dance floor to the beat and she had felt completely at ease with him even though every fiber of her brain was telling her that she shouldn't. Then all too soon the song ended and he parted from her with a deep bow. She returned with a curtsy then before she could disappear he took her hand, removed the glove, and kissed it right above an old scar.
The feeling was instantaneous as she felt both chilled to her core as an electric shock jolted through her blood. An involuntary sigh escaped her mouth as he lifted his head and placed the glove back on. She stood dumbfounded as he set a smirk firmly back on his face and strode away from her.
Without wasting any more time looking like an idiotic baboon I turned and ran out of the room. Flying up the staircase I didn't dare remove my mask until I was in the corridor heading toward the portrait of the fat lady. After shouting the password (and a few obscenities) I ran into my dormitory and threw myself onto my four poster bed.
A possessed professor was easy. A giant spider and snake was a breeze. An escaped mass murdered and dementors by the hundreds, psh no problem. But this was bringing up fear I had never felt before and I doubted Voldemort could ever do something to me that got the same reaction, because right then I pictured all their faces looking at me, Hermione, Ron, Harry….oh god Harry! What would he say if he knew what I had done, how I had felt, what I was thinking right now? He couldn't know, he wouldn't know! They would just go on with their lives and not know my secret. I would keep it close to my heart forever until the day it would fade away for good. It was my burden to bear.
The burden that I could not get Draco Malfoy out of my head.
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