Omg I am SO sorry it has been forever since I last updated. It's just been too hard to update what with school starting back up and what not.

I am aware this chapter is a tad short, but I feel I cut it off where I should've :)

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Chapter Six – What the Hell Just Happened?

APV

Anger. Desire. Hate. Longing. Wanting to push him away. Wanting it to never end. This is how one stupid kiss by Draco made Alice feel. It wasn't until the kiss had ended that she was flooded with such emotions. At first they just stood their, taking each other in, thirsty to take in every inch of each other's face. Draco had managed to change her from the girl who wanted nothing more than to rip his heart out and shred it before his eyes, to the girl standing before him now. A confused school girl, wondering why her knees have gone weak. A girl who was angry for feeling this way towards him. A girl who didn't know what to think anymore.

Draco didn't make any move on his part to kiss her again, but he didn't move away either. He just stood their, breathing slow, before saying one word. One single freaking word that made her shudder. "Wow..." He seemed as surprised as she was at his actions. As if he didn't know he had it in him.

With that, almost all her resentment washed away. She didn't know what it was about Draco, but he had the ability to calm her when she was at the point where she wanted to kill someone – well not really somebody. Him is a more appropriate word. It was as if she was meant to find him. She was meant to have a fight with him. He was meant to kiss her. With one kiss, he had erased everything bad in the world.

And she hated him for it. Hated him for being able to break down the walls she spent years putting up. Hated him for being able to make her feel the way she was feeling.

But she couldn't deny the feeling deep in her soul. It was as if brownies – a breed of pixie back home – were tugging the strings inside her heart. So therefore she came to the conclusion that she was only certain of two things in this world. The first being that Draco was capable of angering her, due to his egotistical stupidity, and arrogance. The second, that she was absolutely, positively one hundred percent in love with him. Head over heals. Unable to live in world without his sarcastic attitude and crooked grin. She now knew what her cousin had been talking about. All those afternoons spent writing letters back and forth, talking about her boyfriend Mason. How he was her number one. How life would cease to exist if he were to leave, or if something happened to him. Alice had thought it sounded preposterous. Ludicrous even. But now it all made sense.

So when she looked up into those gorgeous silver eyes of his, she couldn't help but feel warm all over. God he smells good is the only thing that comes to mind when she notices the delectable scent wafting off of him. Reminds her of the boy spray Axe back home. She let out a chuckle.

"You're a dick you know that?" She said to him jokingly. The grin that crossed his face made her feel as if she'd faint. Alice hated clichés, but there was no way else of describing how she felt.

"Oh am I?" He chuckled before leaning in for a second kiss.

DPV

I was wrong. I was wrong. Oh GOD I was so wrong. Draco thought to himself as he kissed Alice tenderly on the lips. How could he have thought for one moment that the beautiful creature that stood before him was even close to being a hateful bitch? Now that Draco thought about it, Alice was a lot like him in a lot of ways. They were both misunderstood, they both put walls up to protect themselves from getting hurt and most of all, they were both so lonely. Draco may have had parents that gave him everything he had ever wanted, everything only went as far as materialistic things. They didn't provide what he needed emotionally. During Christmas holidays, he would often find himself home, all alone inside the family's huge estate, completely helpless. Nobody to hug him. Nobody to ask him how he was feeling. His father was often off at some Death Eater meeting, and his mother did what ever her father told her to. And then there was Alice. Although she had friends with her from her old school, she might as well have been by herself. She was away from her family, in a strange country she'd never been to before, and she was...well...lonely.

Draco's need for a companion heightened, as he slipped an arm around Alice's waist, drawing her closer to him. He shuttered as she looped her arms around his neck, holding him close. "I'll never let you go Alice...I'll always be here for you." He whispered in her ear. And for the next who knows how long, they just stood there holding each other so tight, he thought they may never break apart. All of a sudden he felt Alice's shoulders start to tremble. The shoulder of his robes began to feel damp. His heart hurt when he realized she was crying. He died inside as he felt her knees give out, and she fell helplessly into him, and wanted nothing more than to sooth her pain and comfort her as he guided her to a sitting position on the floor, where he took her in his lap. He didn't say anything. He just let her cry.

Draco didn't know how long it too for Alice's breathing to return back to normal. All he knew was that he didn't care. He didn't care if the stars' light was dwindling outside. Didn't care if Filch came and through him out of the castle forever. As long as Alice was with him everything would be fine. So he sat there, with her head curled into his shoulder, not saying anything. Not needing to. He slowly stroked the curtain of thick reddish hair, and kissed the top of her head. She smelt of kiwi and orchid. It suits her. Unique. He thought, allowing the essence of Alice to fill his nose.

He was just about to say something witty, maybe even romantic, but that was when he heard the light snoring beside his ear. He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought to himself Of course you would choose now to fall asleep. So slowly and gently he stood up, cradling her in his arms. She wasn't heavy at all, and reminded him of a small child the way she had her arms around his neck, sleeping soundlessly. With a wave of his wand, all of their stuff which had been waiting for their return on the table flew into the air, and followed him as he headed off down the hall, towards the Ravenclaw sleeping quarters.

Alice didn't stir much on the way back to her dormitory. Not when the knocker on the Ravenclaw door asked its riddle, "What is broken when it is spoken?"Not when Draco answered "Silence". Not when the door answered "A very wise answer" and opened. Not even when Draco set Alice down on her bed – it was obviously hers for it was the only one decorated with anything unique. No. She was just like the princess from a muggle fairytale he had heard about in muggle studies. Sleeping Beauty he believed it was called. As much as he hated to have to compare her to a muggle, there was no other way to describe the aura around her. So without saying a word – as not to interrupt her slumber – he left. But not before conjuring up a bright red tulip, and setting it on her bedside table.

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