2. Awkward Surprises

Draco turned to the door and could've almost fainted. Standing in the doorway was a girl with mocha brown skin. She had mid-back length black hair that hinted a dark golden brown from the light behind her. She stood about 5 feet 7 inches and had soft, brown eyes that were hidden behind emerald green contacts. She stepped inside the room, and smiled showing her straight, white teeth to the stunned Head Boy.

"Draco, Draco, Draco…my have you grown." She circled around him, thinking aloud as she did. "I'd say 6'1". Finally let you're hair down, and it grew; you look like Roger now. Definitely fit; Quidditch, I assume…and you were so worried that you wouldn't fit in. Head Boy, most well-known guy in the school, girls dream of being in your bed…yeah, we're talking about that later…" she stopped in front of him again, "You are definitely not Draco Michael Malfoy."

By this point, Draco's eyes were brimming with tears and one slid down his face. The girl reached up to his face and wiped it away.

"Springfield?" he spoke barely above a whisper.

Springfield began to cry, too. "There he is."

Draco pulled her into a back-breaking hug and sobbed tears of joy into her shoulder. He kissed her cheek and she hugged him even tighter.

"Oh, gods, I've missed you so damn much," he sobbed.

"I know, I know," she cooed, kissing he on the cheek, "Me, too."

Springfield and Draco stayed in the Head's common room all night just talking and catching up on events on each others' lives.

"I never really understood, why did you move?" Draco asked.

"My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and she wanted to be in America if she were to die. She's doing great, though," she hastily added noting Draco's face of concern, "You know my mom's a tough cookie. Anyway, we moved back to New York for a little and I finished school there. I thought about you every day and I wanted to write, but I didn't want you to get mad at me for just talking off. And owls aren't exactly normal in New York City 'center of the universe. Time's are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get any worse'…"

"OK, Angel Dumont," Draco joked, "Is that all?"

"Almost done. So I found auditions for 'Rent' and I ended up doing that over the summer; I played Mimi. Then I thought about how much I missed you…again. So I came here and asked for a teaching job. Dumbledore, I love that man to death, gave it to me. So now I'm here."

Draco replayed what she said in his head. "You said you did 'Rent'?"

Springfield nodded.

"I was there; I can't believe I didn't recognize you."

"Draco, I was standing two feet away from you two minutes ago and you didn't recognize me. How the hell are you going to recognize me from wherever you were sitting?"

Draco laughed. "Good point. So, what are you teaching?"

Springfield lay down on the sofa and yawned. "You'll see in the morning." Conversation over.

Draco went to his room and grabbed two blankets and came back to the common room. He placed one over Springfield. He gently kissed her forehead.

"Nice to have you back." He sat in his love seat and soon fell asleep after hearing her mumble in response, "Good to be back."

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For the record, Springfield's only twenty years old, so you know whatever class she's teacher you'll find out in the morning it'll be…very interesting.

And if you can't tell: I HEART RENT!