At breakfast I sat down and talked to Ginny. There was a quidditch match that afternoon that was Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor. Gryffindor almost always beats Hufflepuff so we knew if would be an easy match.
During the last couple seconds before Harry caught the snitch Gryffindor scored two times making the score 170 to 50. After the match I went to the Room of Requirement just to check if Draco was there. Instead I found a note that said meet me by whomping willow at four. It was only two at the time so I went back to the Gryffindor common room to enjoy the celebration.
No party is complete without the Weasley twins around. They make everything fun with new and amazing products. Us Gryffindor's also know how to have a good time. When I went to see what time it was it was already three fifty. I quickly went upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans before I took of running down the corridors.
When I went down the little hill to the whomping willow I almost tripped and fell because I was running so fast. Draco caught me as I stumbled and we both fell down laughing onto the blanket he set out. Draco looked maybe the best I had ever seen him. He wasn't dressed up or anything he just looked good. His white blonde hair was a little messed up instead of gelled back and his tie was tied loosely around his neck. It gave him a rugged and more manly appearance.
***When we talked he seemed worried or anxious. He never said anything about it but instead kept conversation going. "Do you truly love me?" Draco asked seriously. I was taken aback. I thought the answer was obvious. "Draco, you know I do!" I replied concernedly. "Okay. Just remember that please." he replied with a hurting expression. "Draco please tell me what's going on! Something's not right." "It's nothing dear Brielle." he replied as he picked up my hand and kissed it softly. It was the exact opposite of the first time he kissed me. It felt as if he didn't want to break me and was drained of his intimidating presence.
We talked for a while more but Draco wasn't his usual self. We laid down on the blanket in the grass and watched the clouds go past. It bothered me that he was upset and I didn't know how to fix it. Not exactly thinking, I sort of rolled on top of him as if I pinned him down. He looked up shocked but quickly put on his trademark smirk. I leaned down into him and kissed his lips. This time it was me who acted as if I didn't wasn't to break him. He seemed so fragile in that moment. I kissed his lips tenderly and he kissed back, softly but surely. I kissed behind his ear and he laughed and said it tickled.
"Brielle." he whispered into my neck as he flipped on top of me. "You are my undoing."
