Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and other Harry Potter elements belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I own nothing but the plot.

It was a cool autumn night, under a nearly full moon, when Taylor was lazily meandering around the lake. It was too stuffy in the castle, and she preferred the brisk fall air. She loved the feel of the dewy grass under her bare feet and the moonlight shining on the water. Only one thing would make this night more perfect, but she knew it wouldn't happen. She had been eyeing Draco for a while, trying to catch his attention. She had even seen him staring at her sometimes, in the library, in class, even in the hallways, but neither of them had worked up the gall to say anything. Taylor had decided if he didn't say anything to her by lunch in the Great Hall tomorrow, she would use every ounce of courage she possessed to talk to him herself. Lost in her thoughts, Taylor didn't hear the crunch of another person's light footsteps on the grass behind her. She also didn't notice the small rock in front of her, buried in the grass, and the next step she took brought her tumbling to the grass- or it would have, if a pair of arms hadn't caught her before she landed on the hard earth. Taylor was confused for a moment. Who had grabbed her? Before she could turn her head to see, the mysterious stranger had picked her up, bridal style, and carried her over to a large rock at the water's edge, were he gently laid her down. Once on the rock, Taylor raised her head, and was surprised to see the face of Draco Malfoy looking down at her. "Are you alright?" he softly voiced his concern.

"I'm fine," Taylor replied, almost not believing who she was speaking to.

"I'm Draco," he said.

"Taylor,"

"I know that," Draco responded.

"How?" Taylor questioned.

"I've seen you before,"

"Where?"
"Around"

"Around? Just around?"
"Just around. I've been wanting to talk to you."

"Talk to me? Why?" Taylor was confused. What made him talk to her now, when he never had before?
"Well, I guess I've sort of wanted to talk to you for a while. I just haven't had the guts," Draco nearly whispered the last part.

"What have you wanted to tell me?"
"I, well, I just…oh, what the heck," With that last very confusing statement, he bent his head down, and kissed her. A feeling of love enveloped them both. They could both tell that this was what the other had been waiting for, for a very long time. After several seconds, Taylor broke away from him.

"You have quite a way with words, Mr. Malfoy,"
"That I do. Want to do some more talking inside the castle?" Draco slyly propoisitioned.
"Maybe tomorrow. Walk me to my common room?" Taylor deferred his offer

"Of course, my lady," He bowed and offered her his hand.

"My, quite the gentleman"
"Anything for you, my dear,"

She grasped his hand, and he pulled her up. They slowly walked back to the castle, hoping life could stay this simple for a very, very long time.