Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter. All that belongs to J. K. Rowling. All I own is my gameboy, my own writings, and Melaana Carlson.

Chapter Two: A Kiss Shared.

The gardening took a good hour and a half to finish, and after the job was completed, Harry challenged Ron to Quidditch, which Ron immediately agreed too. Ginny, Fred, and George said that they were going to play also, so the five of them got out their broomsticks and began flying around the Weasley's grassy backyard. Hermione, who wasn't much of a Quidditch player, got out one of her schoolbooks and started reading, sitting on the cool grass.

Melaana, who liked Quidditch but was okay at it, brought with her a drawing pad and pencil, laying on the grass and started to draw whatever she pleased.

Draco, who didn't really want to play Quidditch at the moment (which completely surprised the flying Gryffindor above, because Draco always took up the chance to humiliate Harry during his favorite wizarding game), because he wanted to apologize to Melaana about earlier that day, oblivious to the reason why, he didn't even know himself.

Sitting down next to Melaana, Draco stretched his legs out over the grass, his feet covered by Ron's old pants, because Ron was much taller then Draco, and the shirtsleeves were almost coming down to his elbow. Draco glanced out of the corner of his eye at the piece of paper Melaana was working on.

Melaana, realizing that Draco was sitting next to her, also looked at him from the corner of her eye and snapped, "What do you want?"

Draco glared at her. To think that he came over hear to apologize to her. The nerve this girl had. "For your information," Draco snarled, "I can over here to say sorry about earlier today, but obviously you wish to continue this rant of hate, so I'll play along." He stretched out lazily on the grass, leering at her with his hatred.

Melaana looked at him with wide eyes. "No, seriously," she said, shaking her head, "can I help you?"

Draco sighed. "Look, I want to apologize to you about…well, yeah, earlier today," he said, fiddling with a piece of grass he pulled up out of the ground.

Melaana looked completely shocked. "You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm not, actually," Draco said, shocked himself that he wasn't kidding.

"Huh." Melaana dropped her pencil to the ground, trying to let it all sink in.

"Yeah…so, I'm sorry," Draco said, blushing and looking down at the piece of grass he had mutilated.

"Strangely enough," Melaana said, "I forgive you."

Draco looked up slowly, saw her pale blue eyes filled with compassion, and he forced a sort of crooked smile at her. Melaana, seeing him smile truly for the first time in her life, felt herself smile back. "So," he asked, leaning closer to her, "what are you drawing?"

Melaana showed him her drawing; it was a sketch of the five Gryffindors flying around above them. It was a rough sketch, but Draco sat next to her in awe. "You drew this?" he said.

"Yes," she said. "Why, is it bad?"

"Are you kidding? It's great!" Draco said, taking the drawing from her to look at it more closely.

Sighing, she leaned back and closed her eyes, saying, "I've done better. I've also meant to draw my parents, but I've never had any time."

Draco looked at her, cautiously because he knew her eyes could open at any moment. A few feet away, Hermione was looking at Draco with narrowed eyes. "Well, its summer, and you have plenty of time," Draco said, leaning closer to her.

Hermione rolled her eyes, snapped her book shut, and got up to walk back to the house. Melaana felt Draco's eyes on her, so she opened her eyes, but very slowly. She saw him look away to the Quidditch players above them. Draco was looking at the auburn haired girl out of the corner of his eye, and he saw her taking a hair-tie from her wrist and putting her hair up into a ponytail.

Draco swallowed the lump in his throat. He would not get hooked on some Gryffindor girl, not matter how pretty she was, or how musical her voice sounded when she talked. He made a fist and hit the ground. Melaana jumped. "You okay?" she asked.

Draco sighed. He was getting hooked on her. She was his drug from the life he had back home, and he was drinking it all in. He looked back at her with wary eyes. "Yeah, I think so."

"Are you sick?" she asked, hesitating before placing a hand on his forehead.

Draco shivered under her touch. "You don't feel warm," Melaana said, taking her hand away.

He shook his head. "Must be the heat or something." It was the heat. Just being in her presence was making him blush harder then he ever had before.

A clanking sound was coming from the house. Melaana stood up. "Lunch," she said simply, picking up her things and walking towards the noise and food.

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Mrs. Weasley was serving lunchmeat sandwiches, which the boys gladly took part in. Hermione was looking very worried, and Harry glanced up at her from a half eaten sandwich. "'Mione?" he said. "Something wrong?"

Hermione stood up from the table and motioned for Harry to follow her. Seeing the hungry looks the other gave him as he sat up, Harry thought it a good idea to take the sandwich with him.

Outside the kitchen, Harry said with a mouth full of sandwich, "Yuh?"

Hermione looked back in the kitchen to see Malfoy laughing along with Melaana and the others, his gray eyes lingering on her. "Well, I just think that it's kinda weird for Malfoy to try and befriend a Gryffindor," she said.

Harry stared at her. "Malfoy is trying to be friends with you?" he asked, astonished at the words coming out of her mouth.

"No," Hermione said, shaking her head. Harry took another bite of sandwich. "Malfoy couldn't stop talking to Melaana. He couldn't even keep his eyes off her. You know what she is, don't you?"

"Yeah," Harry said, swallowing his bite. "Yeah, she's like you."

"Exactly, but Malfoy doesn't know that," Hermione explained. "So if they become friends, and somebody lets slip to Malfoy, it'll just crush Melaana. You know how she gets at times."

"Do I," Harry murmured, remembering only two weeks before he has spilled hot water on her favorite drawing of the Weasley's house that had taken her weeks to draw. "Best not to tell him, I suppose."

Back in the kitchen, Melaana and Ginny had only gotten one sandwich each. The boys had grabbed and eaten all the sandwiches so fast that Mrs. Weasley had to conger a new plate of them every ten minutes. "My, aren't you all hungry," Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"To bad they're all going to get fat," Melaana taunted.

The boys looked up at her and realized she was right. All five of them raced outside, including Draco. Ginny and Hermione laughed.

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Ron, who had lost the game of Quidditch the last time (his brothers and sister had joined Harry and ganged up on Ron), challenged Harry to a rematch. So the five Gryffindors grabbed their brooms for a second time and took off flying once again.

A few weeks after he had come to live at the Burrow, Draco sat on the edge of a small bluff above a fairly deep pond; the pants he had borrowed weeks before were rolled up so that the bottoms wouldn't get wet. He picked up a smooth, narrow rock and tossed it across the calm water. It skipped four times before sinking to the bottom. A noise behind Draco made him jump, and looking behind him, he saw Melaana standing there, wringing her bandaged hands.

"…Hi." Her voice was soft and nervous. It still doesn't take away the musical edge in it, Draco noticed.

"Hey," he said. The girl still stood there. "You can sit down," he drawled, looking back at the pond.

"Oh, right," she said, sitting down next to him.

They were silent for a moment; Draco was holding another rock, this one larger and bumpier then the first. He chanced a look at Melaana out of the corner of his eye, and he saw her fumbling with the bandages on her hands, wrapping them tighter.

Out of sheer anger at himself, Draco chucked the rock into the pond. Water splashed everywhere when it made contact. "What in the world!" Melaana shrieked.

Draco looked directly at her eyes, looking like he was trying to find something in them. "I'm sorry…" he muttered, looking back at the pond.

Melaana, looking very confused, lowered her feet so that they were dangling inches above the pond, a little higher then Draco's. An awkward silence followed. Melaana's face turned strawberry red, and the boy sitting next to her noticed this. "What's wrong?" he asked, leaning in closer to her.

Melaana blushed even harder. "Uhm…well, it is a little quiet," she said looking around at all the trees surrounding them. Then her face hardened. "To quiet."

"Then talk," Draco suggested, shrugging.

Melaana's face turned tomato red. "…But there's nothing that needs to be said," she whispered.

"There's always something to say," Draco said, leaning closer to whisper in Melaana's ear. "Even in the quiet." His lips brushed up against her hair.

Melaana shivered, and the boy drew back. "Are you cold?" he asked, looking slightly confused.

The girl shook her head. "No. I'm just a little…"

Draco gave her a meaningful look to go on.

"Well, it's just," Melaana continued, "I'm…a Gryffindor, and you're a Slytherin."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "So what?" he snarled.

Melaana narrowed her eyes back at him. "Normal Slytherins would usually avoid Gryffindors," she snapped, clenching her fists in the dirt ground. "But you keep trying to talk to me! Are you on–"

Draco, who had leaned towards her in one swift movement and captured her lips with his own, silenced the girl. Melaana was shocked, and yet she couldn't do anything to stop herself. She kissed Draco back just as forcefully as her kissed her.

When Draco released Melaana, he didn't look pleased like any other boy would be after kissing a girl.

No, Draco looked confused, and somewhat angry.

"Shut up," he whispered.

Melaana, no furious at herself at what she had just down, brought her hand up and slapped Draco across the face.

"How dare–" she said, her cheeks changing colors before getting up and stomping away back to the house.

Draco sat at the edge of the pond, his hands in his lap, and his mouth slightly open, starring at the spot of trees where Melaana had left. A dark-pink mark of a hand was slowly forming on his cheek. The boy let himself fall backwards, now starring up at the sky, where dark gray clouds were moving past in great clumps.

It began to rain.

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Melaana sat against her, Ginny's, and Hermione's bed, her knees drawn up to her chin, and her arms wrapped around her legs. She was listening to the quickening beat of the rain against the windows. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Melaana said.

Hermione walked in, carrying one of her schoolbooks. "Hello," she said, smiling as she made her way over to her trunk over by the windows. "How long have you been in here?"

Melaana shrugged. "I dunno….A while, I guess," she said, unwrapping the grip she had around her legs.

"…And where is Malfoy?" Hermione asked, trying to sound casual as she placed the book inside her trunk.

"Hopefully drowning himself in the rain," Melaana mumbled, getting up and laying stomach down upon the bed.

Hermione paused. "Why would he be doing that?" she asked.

"'Cause I slapped him right after he kissed me," Melaana sighed.

Hermione almost fell over from shock. "No!?" she shouted, hurrying over to the girl lying on the bed.

"Yeah, I know," Melaana sighed.

"Was it any good?" Hermione asked.

Melaana starred at her.

Hermione shrugged. "Just wondering," she said. "Was it?"

"Heck yeah," Melaana answered, "but now I'm going to be known as the girl who slapped 'The Slytherin God' after he kissed me."

"I'm sure there are other girls who have done the same," Hermione said reassuringly.

A/N: oooh!! So romantic. Haha, please review. More of this story to come!!