We just kind of...glarred at each other from across the room. I never said that we didn't like each other...okay, maybe I did. But we didn't, we just kind of had to hate each other. I could feel his eyes on the back of my head as I tried talking to Michael and Olivia. It wasn't working.

I looked over my shoulder and saw him...did he wink at me? He got up and went to the door, his little group called for him, and he said he needed to go for a walk. He caught my eye and then left the common room.

I starred after him and then sat with my friends for a minute.

"Mage, what's wrong?" Olivia asked.

"Oh, nothing, I'm just going to go find a snack,"

"I swear, with your stomach, you should have been in Hufflepuff,"

I laughed and wandered out of the common room and into the corridor. It was quiet out here. I walked slowly down to the end of the hallway and stood looking up and down the corridor.

"Gia,"

I turned and smiled at him. Draco was standing in the shadows, half smiling in my direction. He held out his hand and I had a moment of second thought. We always did this, think for a second before jumping in. I bit my lip, and then a took his hand and he expertly guided me throught the shadows to wherever we were going to stay tonight.

"How do you always know?" I asked him when he snuck me into the small garden in the back wall that no one knew about.

"Know what?" He asked, picking an apple and tossing it at me.

"Know these places, these things." I said sitting in the tree that he had climbed.

"Potter isn't the only one that takes a fancey to midnigh wanderings," Draco said.

I smiled and bit into the apple that he had tossed at me. "You only take me to the garden on special occations," I said, "Like my birthday, or the day we had known each other for...how long was it?"

"Three years," he said.

"Right," I laughed at him, "So...why are we here tonight?" It was late in October, near Halloween, there was no significance of tonight...was there?

"Um..." He bit his tongue and then shook his head. I frowned and leaned back to look at him way up in the top branches. He smiled and then motioned for me to join him. I smiled and then climbed up to the branch across from him.

"Look up," he said.

I did. There was the night sky shining bringht for the whole world to see. "Okay?" I asked.

"I have something to tell you," he said.

I looked him straight in the eye and frowned. "Please don't tell me what I think you're about to tell me, Draco," I said.

"I have to, Gia," he said.

I sighed. "Then get it over with."

We sat in silence for a minute before he leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek. "I can't say it out loud," He said, "but I think you'll understand."

I smiled and took his hand. "That I do," I said. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. "We can't tell anyone, though," I said.

"Well, duh," he responded.

"But..." I said, "We can be more than friends."

He shrugged. "That's what I was hoping."

I smiled and then climbed down from the tree.

"Where are you going?!" He asked.

"Well, I don't want to get caught out here, silly!" I called up, "Filtch would have a hay-day. Two Slytherin out of bed, who would have thought?!" I smiled and headed for the little crack in the wall that you could get in and out of the garden from.

I proceeded back to the dorm quietly. I knew Draco was right behind me, wanting to make sure that it was safe, but not wanting to get us both caught. It's easier to sneek with just one person, verses two or three. I didn't know how Potter did it all of the time.

That was the only thing we disagreed on. I liked Harry Potter, he was nice. I was actually good friends with Hermione Granger, and particularly good friends with Ginny Weasley. They were nice. I like Gryffindors. They had this brave, reckless nature that I found amusing. Not like the cold, calculating minds of my fellow Slytherin's.

Draco, on the other hand, hated them. Well, on the outside. One time I got him to admit that he wished he would have made it into Gryffindor, but there was no way that that would have ever been able to happen.

I don't know how I made it into Slytherin. But I'm glad I did, because if I had made it into Gryffindor, I would have never met Draco.

THere are just somethings that you don't change.