Someday We'll know
I liked him-a lot. That's it. I didn't love
him, hate him, or just think he was cool. I liked him a lot. It was no wonder
either. He just wasn't cute, he was hot. He knew how to flirt in just the right
way. The way to make any girl feel special just by talking a few words with
her. He had a great smile too, once he grew out of that childhood smirk, when
he smiled, those gorgeous silver eyes did too.
It was our seventh year, both quite mature
at age seventeen. No one could have ever
guessed my delight when I heard he had made Head boy, Along with me as head
girl. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't like
a loved him, I didn't really. More like
a silly school girl crush. I was
seventeen for gosh sakes, guys where my life's high (other then school work)
and I felt as though I needed a guy, boyfriend, or other, to feel special and
important.
I was looking forward to out seventh year, especially
after receiving my head girl notification. I already knew the Head boy and Girl shared a dormitory, just the
thought sent me into a fit of giggles.
At first he was very cool towards me, icy
even. He never looked straight into my eyes but I knew he was the guy I had
been looking for. He has a problem though, one major flaw... He was a self
assured player. My friends saw him for what he was, but I'm a stubborn person
by nature. I only saw what I wanted.
Then things started to change. About a
month into school, we where all in a choir. Professor Dumbledor adored music of
all kinds, and suggested tryouts for a school choir. He had a great voice, and occasionally people
would tell me I did too. Finally fate took a turn and we both ended up with the
boy/girl solo in our upcoming choral concert. It is a modern concert with many
songs that are quite new. Our song was called "Someday We'll Know"
and it was already one of my favorites. The song talked about how unpredictable life is. How we never know that's going to happen to
us, that we will never, ever have all the answers. And finally, it tries to explain that there's
a reason to all the mystery. "Someday we'll know why I was invented for
you" It's a great song for a duet, and I guess that's when I really started
to take notice of him. He really was perfect. That day he was wearing a white muscle shirt, showing off everything he
gained from years of quiddich, and a pair of loose
blue jeans. He had on a small silver
necklace with a small dragon on it. His
hair wasn't gelled, but it wasn't messy either. When we got the news that we
where to sing together he warmed up from his icy state very quickly.
Maybe it was the fact that I was having guy
friend trouble, my self esteem was going down the drain, and I just thought
that guys in general just made me mad, but whatever the reason, it was now my
turn to be cold. His name was Draco, by the way. Draco Malfoy. A great name, a
real guy name. Anyway, Draco was exactly the kind of guy anyone would fall for,
and maybe a month earlier I would have, but not now.
For awhile, I felt his eyes on me, maybe
trying to figure out what kind of girl I was. Whether he could get me or not.
One time during rehearsal we had to go look
for a mike. We ended our search in a small janitor's closet right beside the
great hall. "So" he said, smiling a smile I felt I knew all too well.
"So what?" was my idiotic reply. "This has always been a fantasy
of mine." "What are you talking about?" I replied sharply.
"You, me, and a potentially dark room." he said with a secret grin
and such smoothness I almost fell for it. Almost. "So" I said almost
angrily, "Have I become your newest conquest? A great new goal? I don't
think so." And with that, I left him there, in that small janitor's
closet.
After the closet incident,
I felt different. I felt like I had finally put the player in his place, but at
the same time, I was filled with so many "what ifs" What if I had
given into his charm? What if he really does like me? Then I got the bad what
ifs... What if he tells people we actually did something? What if my reputation
gets torn to shreds?
At our next practice, he sang differently.
Not worse, definitely not worse. Almost like he was really feeling the words,
he sang with a real passion. He also made a lot of eye contact too, more like
he was singing to me. While rehearsing
our song, I started shivering, but I usually get like that. The adrenaline was unbelievable. I felt free, and that's the best feeling in
the world. I took a deep breath as the
piano and guitar struck the final chord of the introduction, I sang "Ninety miles outside
I
walked out of the Great Hall through the right side door and turned the corner
to the little water fountain. After getting a drink I leaned against the wall
on the other side of the Great Hall doors. As I leaned against the wall, I
suddenly felt exhausted. I slowly sank down to the ground and put my knees
close to my chest and put my head on my knees. After what felt like a century
later (but it couldn't have been more than a minute or so) I heard a quiet set
of footsteps and a deep voice say "Hey, we're needed ba-"
It was Draco, Still as hot as ever, wearing a plain black tee shirt, which set
off his deep, pewter eyes, and white
blonde hair, and a pair of casual tan khakis. "What's wrong?" He
asked. His eyebrows coming together in a look of concern that nearly made me
melt. "Nothing" I replied sharply. "There is!" He persisted
"Now c'mon, please tell me!" I didn't even know myself, so I couldn't
even hope to give him a satisfactory answer. I just shrugged my shoulders and
turned the corner to go back into the auditorium.
The next day I purposely avoided him. I
don't know exactly what it was, but I just felt he wasn't right for me. My
friends where supportive, but divided. Some thought I was crazy for not giving
in. "He's gorgeous!" Lavender and Parvati would exclaim enviously.
(As if I didn't know!) But then Ron and Harry would argue "He's a total
player and a Malfoy!, don't give it a second thought" Both sides have very
strong points, I must admit.
One week after the head on knees incident,
I heard from one of my friends that a girl had asked him out. "Well,
that's great" I thought to myself, half sad, half glad. "Now maybe he
won't bother me anymore" Boy was I wrong.
At practice that day he was
worse than ever. He sang with even more feeling, and I didn't even think that
was possible. The whole time I just assumed it was for that girl. For some
reason I was suddenly very thirsty. It wasn't my time to sing yet so I just
walked out the backstage doors. There's a soda machine at the end of the hall
so I decided to grab a soda and skip the water. It's not great for your voice,
but I decided on some Lipton Iced tea. After the bottle rumbled down to me, I
heard chasses familiar footsteps. "What now?" I thought, slightly
irritated. "Hey" he said, almost sounding scared. "Hi, are we
needed now?" I said in as casual voice as I could choke out. "No, but
I do want to talk to you" "About what" I said, suddenly turning
cold "If you try to hit on me you wont score, you have a girlfriend
now" "What!?" He exclaimed as though I had set fire to him,
"I don't have a girlf- oh, Pansy. Yes, Pansy
asked me out, but I turned her down, I just don't like her like that."
"Oh I see" still keeping my cold tension up. "You just lead her
on to think you where interested? Yea, I can see you doing that."
"No!" he said, again with a lot of energy, "I don't try
to lead girls on, it just happens." "Well then", I said as I
turned away, "Try to stop, or soon you will end up very hurt."
As I walked through the grounds that day I
felt very alone, cold too. But that wasn't unusual, considering it was
November. I started singing to myself,
like a normally do when I'm alone. "Someday we'll know" I sang softly "If love can move a mountain" I paused a
moment. "Someday we'll know why the sky is blue. Someday
we'll know why I was invented for you….." I trailed off there and choked
back a tear. "What the hell" I
wondered "Is wrong with me?" Just as I was thinking that, a red broom
started flying along side me, and I saw that it was an aurora X-10, the best
broom out there. I gathered up a little courage and stopped.. "Draco!"
I cried, annoyed. "You again?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I'm sorry" He said in a convincingly sincere voice. "But I
wanted to know if you wanted to go for a ride." "Where to?" I
asked cheerfully, leaning on the door, my arms and elbows inside the car. I
wasn't cold anymore. "Well" He said carefully, Supprised
at my interest. "It's a nice day, how about we fly around the park?"
"Ok" I said almost with a catch in my voice as I swung my leg over
the side of the broom and steadied myself.
Throughout the first
moments of the broom ride I wondered what I was doing. "Don't I hate this
guy? Isn't this the player, that although was hot, I detested?" I looked
at him; he was flying fast. I loved how he looked, so carefree.. His blonde
hair was gelled in a cool style. He had a piercing look in his friendly eyes, a
devil-may-care look. He was wearing a dark green shirt. Dark looked good on
him. And he was wearing faded baggy blue jeans. His Slytherin ring kept
catching the sunlight, and It almost hurt my eyes it was so bright.
"So" he said "Why do you keep avoiding me?" forward guy. An
alarm bell rang loudly inside my mind. "What do you mean?" I squeaked
out as innocently as I could. "You know what I mean; I have seen you sing
before, for one thing. You used to do it with such passion. Now when you sing
with me you talk to a melody. No enthusiasm! Kind of like it pains you to look
at
-A/N-
Hehe, just a short story I wrote last year…only it was just a regular story, not a draco/Hermione. It didn't involve broomsticks or Howarts, lol. but yea, if you see any errors, its because I went through and changed it to fit the Harry Potter thing. Lol, anyway, tell me what you think!
xoxoariel