A/N Heres a VERY short first chapter... but its just getting started. The following chapters are much larger, so no worries!
Cold eyes watched intently as she paced furiously back and forth across the stone floor. The harsh sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the lonely room, and she moved freely, thinking she was alone. But that was not so.
The cold eyes were startlingly empty, void of all common emotions. They merely gazed openly from their hiding spot only a few meter's away. Several bland colors swam together, an icy blue, a frozen green, and a lifeless gray. Then slowly the hues swam faster and faster, swirling together in madness to form a single, heated emotion that overcame the man watching in a single moment.
Sorrow.
As the impact of the sudden feeling hit him, Draco Malfoy rose silently from his crouching position and swept, quietly as can be, out of the book filled room. His quick, sweeping walk turned into an effortless jog, and then with the security of his solitude, transformed itself into a heady run. It sent him flying down the long hallways and down the steep staircases. He went down until he reached the familiar dampness of the dungeons, and there he let his mind clear of the confusing emotion.
Back in the library, Hermione Granger ceased her pacing at the sound of a creaking door. She panicked, and hid behind a large stack of books, hoping that whoever had come into her dwelling meant her no harm. Then, hearing a quiet, cautious voice begin to call out her name in a half whisper, she crept out to meet them. Her eyes landed on a tall man with messy black hair and fresh green eyes hiding behind sophisticated looking glasses.
His eyes were full of worry, but at the sight of her body slowly coming forward to him, as trustful as a small child, they changed to relief, and then to adoration and love as he looked down at the woman he had been in love with before the terrible accident had stolen her mind from him.
"Hermione..." His voice came to her softly, and her mind processed the words slowly. She searched his face for any sign of recognition, but drew back slightly when none came. His face looked pained by her failure to know who he was, but he continued. "Professor, its past curfew, you should be asleep."
Hermione looked at him cautiously, and then seeing no mistruth in his face, allowed herself to be taken gently by the arm and let into her private quarters. She stared at him, befuddled when he took out nightclothes from her dresser and laid them out on the bed, and then pulled back the bedspread. She opened her mouth to protest, but he smiled reassuringly at her and smoothly exited the room.
Hermione caught herself muttering, ".. lying my cloths out like that, like he owned the place. Who does he think he is...?" Then she stopped in mid breath, just as she had slipped the nightclothes on. Who was he? She racked her brain and came to no conclusion. How had he known her name, where her quarters where, or which drawer in her dresser held which clothes? Who was this mysterious stranger?
While pondering the matter that confused her so greatly, she absentmindedly strode out of her room and back into the main library. She looked at the great shelves of endless amounts of books around her, and though 'where else could I ever find this much information. Something here will give me the answer.' She promptly sat down at one of the benches, and started sorting through a large pile of books, flipping through each one in turn to try to find the answers to her many questions the only way she knew how.