As I left the infirmary, I was still trying to figure out exactly what it meant to have a piece of Draco's soul in mine, and for a piece of mine to be in his. After I had dinner at the Great Hall, I couldn't shake this feeling of fear the entire time, though I was sitting with Harry, who'd informed me that the game was scheduled for a rematch due to the accident involving Draco and I; we couldn't have finished the game without the other team's seeker. I kept zoning out, not really listening to everything Harry was saying. Alicia snapped her fingers in front of my face at one point but I could barely pay attention to anything. That night, I didn't sleep well at all. I kept tossing and turning, this feeling of fear and worry intensifying, but it was strange because it didn't feel like I was worrying because of the accident, it was an unidentifiable worry. Having had enough tossing and turning, I got out of bed and visited the lavatory. After I splashed some cold water on my face, I looked up into the mirror, but for the quickest second, it wasn't my face I was looking at in the mirror, it was Draco's. I gasped, falling back on the floor for a second. I stood up and looked around and in the mirror again which displayed my own face this time. No one was around. It was only me. I shook my head, believing it to be stress and nothing more. But I still couldn't get to sleep when I went back to my bed. I sat up, looking around at everyone else in deep sleep. I got out of bed again and went to the common room. I snuck out of the tower, something I'd only done a few times before in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. I went to the astronomy tower, where the early October air was pleasantly brisk. I stared out at the stars. They were beautiful. I read some of the constellations and started to feel at peace. The floorboards creaked and I whipped around.
"Who's there?" I asked, holding my wand with a shaky hand. I looked around and spotted a figure not too far away.
"I'm warning you," I called, though my voice was somewhat shaky. The footsteps approached and I heard a sigh.
"Put your wand down, Johnson," Draco spat in annoyance, stepping into the moonlight. I immediately relaxed, but for some odd reason, my heart pounded when he came closer.
"What are you doing out of bed?" I ask angrily.
"I could ask you the same," Draco growls, placing his hands on the rails and gazing up at the stars. I sigh.
"Thanks for ruining my view," I said. Draco ignored me, "This is all your bloody fault, you know," I said, accosting him, "If you'd have been watching where you were going—"
"Come off it!" he barks, stepping towards me menacingly. There was no more than half a foot between us then. Draco looked like he was going to say something again but paused, staring at me.
"…What, you think I like having a part of my soul in some nasty girl?" he asked sarcastically, snarling and looking me up and down. I'd absolutely had it. I was going to hit him. I raised my hand to slap him dead in the face and he caught my wrist with such fast reflexes that it startled me, like he'd been anticipating it.
"Don't ever touch me," I said, pulling my wrist back.
"You're gonna fix this," I said angrily.
"How? It's not possible, according to Madam Pomfrey," he said, this flash of worry appearing on his face for an instant.
"This cannot be happening," I said, backing up, staring at him in disbelief. I felt my eyes watering. I started to shake my head, not wanting to believe it. And then I wondered something.
"Why did you come up here?"
Draco took a few slow steps towards me and I had to stop backing up; it was as if there was a magnetic attraction that I was feeling as he approached.
"I—I don't know. I just felt like I had to, like something was here for me. I couldn't bloody sleep," he said, trying to keep the snarl on his face, but it was slowly replaced with a curious stare. Again I found there to be no more than half a foot between us. I felt this gravitational pull, like it couldn't be stopped. I pulled my kimono robe tighter around me, finally shivering a bit at the chill. Draco's glance turned downwards and he seemed to be watching my hands as I tied it tightly.
"What the shit are you looking at?" I asked trying to sound as pissed off as possible.
"Nothing," Draco said forcedly, whipping his face out towards the night. But it only remained there for a handful of seconds before he turned back to me. I should slap you in your bloody face…give you a black eye! I was thinking. Draco slowly narrowed his eyes at me.
"You wouldn't hurt me," he said. I was taken aback, wondering if he was reading my thoughts.
"As a matter of fact, you can't," he said, grinning in this amused way. I frowned because the more I thought about it, the more I knew he was right; for some odd reason I just couldn't bring myself to attempt to strike him again. The first time I tried a minute before, I'd felt the urge to lessen the blow before the impact occurred. I shook my head stubbornly.
"What do you think you're doing? Reading my thoughts?" I scoffed.
"I don't have time for this nonsense," I said, shaking my head and starting towards the door. Something stopped me. I felt Draco's hand hot on my wrist and I whipped back around. I was telling myself in my head that I should punch him out. I shouldn't wait a second longer, but instead, I felt drawn to him like a magnet and took a step towards him.
"Get your bloody hand off me," I said slowly, menacingly. Draco wasn't smiling and he wasn't frowning. I wasn't quite sure what expression it was he was giving me, but it made my heart race a million miles a second.
"Hold on a second," he said, taking a step closer. I stared at his pale ass hand wrapped around my wrist. His grip tightened a bit, yet I didn't try and pull away.
"Draco," I said warily, surprised at the softness of my own voice. His brows were pinched together tightly, like he was fighting a war with his thoughts. He shook his head, uttering something I could barely hear.
"What?" I asked, frozen in place. I cocked my head slightly, honestly curious then. Draco stared at his hand on my wrist, talking to himself.
"What?" I asked. I couldn't hear him. I stepped closer and closer still. All I wanted to know was what he was bloody saying! I tried to reassure myself that that's all I was doing. His grip tightened even more, almost uncomfortably.
"Stop," I said and he finally looked up at me, and the next thing I knew, our faces were pressed together in a failed attempt at a kiss. I couldn't believe myself. What was getting into me? This is Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin, an asshole. What was I doing? But I quickly realized that it wasn't just me as Draco grabbed both my hips on a whim, our foreheads knocking.
"Ow," I said, realizing he'd said it simultaneously.
"What the hell?" he whispered, going for my face again and this time making it to my lips. I was frozen in disbelief. And then I tried to back up, but it just didn't feel wrong. In my head, it was like I was dying to knee him in the groin, but in my heart it felt right, and even beyond that it felt like I was drawn to something much greater, and it was inside of Draco.