Disclaimer: So I don't have enough money to buy Harry Potter

Disclaimer: So I don't have enough money to buy Harry Potter. Tears for me.


Damn, damn, and damn again!

Damn Weasley and Potter and Slughorn!

Why couldn't Slughorn have just given Dumbledore the stupid mead?

There went my plans once more.

The Dark Lord would not be pleased.

"What are you thinking about?"

I jumped spinning around to find Gael. Looking up I saw that I had been walking past the Hospital Wing, where she would be probably watching over Weasley with Potter and Granger. But I was still surprised to see and to have her come to talk to me. "What?"

"You look as if you are deep in thought," she continued, walking smoothly towards me. "Plus you're rather pale and clammy looking and your not eating, I can tell. Is something the matter?"

"Nothing I can't handle," I said, smirking. I nodded my head at the Hospital wing doors. "How's Weasley?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You care?"

"Not in the slightest, but I know you do so I thought I'd ask."

"Madam Pomfrey said he'd be fine. He got lucky."

"Hmm. . . . Can I show you something?" I held out my hand to her and she hesitated for a second before taking it.

Over the months she had come to trust me more, though it had taken her a while to do so. But she was fragile, I had found out and I should have realized it would take a while but I hadn't known then of her dark past.

I led her down to the third floor of the Castle, placing my hands on her shoulders and turning her to face the wall. "Are you thinking a lot?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Well stop. Just don't think for a minute."

She looked at me confused but she nodded, stepping back. I began to pace back and forth past the wall, once . . . twice . . . three times. Turning to smile I her, I held my hand out once more and she took it, still looking confused. I pulled open the door and we stepped inside.

"Wow," Gael said, gasping.

The room we were in was decorated simply with a couch and a fireplace, looking cozy compared to the winter weather outside. Gael stepped further into the room, gazing around. "What is this place?"

"Room of Requirements," I told her leaning back against the wall. "Supplies whatever you need."

Like a place to have to sneak in Death Eaters.

Of course, though, I couldn't actually say that to Gael. . . . Might actually ruin the whole trust thing.

Gael turned to me, suspicion written on her face. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Thought you might like a place to chill out for a moment."

"Right. . . . I should go." She made to move out the door and I let her pass, surprised before I followed after her.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"It's just odd," she said, turning to face me. "Guys don't often bring girls they hardly know to cozy fireside settings, do they?"

"Well, at this school they might," I muttered, but she heard me, turning on her heel and continuing to walk. "What I meant to say is . . . I brought you here because I thought you might like it. I wasn't trying to insinuate anything."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

She stopped to actually look at me. "Draco, you've been constantly shadowing me since the moment I arrived at this school. I've seen you staring at me. What is it that you actually want from me?"

"Before you mentioned that you saw I wasn't eating," I pointed out. "Maybe I'm not the only one staring?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but stopped, frowning. "Touché I suppose."

"It's just a room, Gael," I told her, putting my hands in my slack pockets. "And I was just trying to be nice."

My heart was pounding though, because she had reason not to trust me and she had reason to believe that I was insinuating something because I had been trying to plan this all year. But for some reason, I didn't want her to trust me for just a moment but for always.

She looked away from me, before looking back, a slight blush tinting her cheeks as her hair flung into her face. "Paranoid as always. I apologize."

"It's fine," I told her. Hesitantly, I reached forward to push her hair out of her face. She flinched slightly and stood perfectly still as my hand rested against her cheek. Surprisingly, she leaned into it, her eyes sliding halfway closed.

Still moving ever so slowly, I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, expecting her to jump back at any moment. . . . But she didn't. Instead she kissed back but I didn't push her, finding that I didn't want. Kissing her was nice and it felt right. . . .

I let my other hand drift slowly up to her neck, marveling in the fact that her skin was just as soft as I thought it would be. My fingers became entangled in her hair and I felt her lay her hands against my chest. . . .

But then she was pushing away from me and my arms felt empty without her in them. She looked scared and shocked. And without a word she hurried down the hall, not exactly running but she might as well have been.

"Gael, wait!" I called, knowing it would be pointless to chase after her, but I couldn't make myself, anyway. I hit the wall with my fist, not hard but hard enough. "Damn."

This was bad . . . this was really bad.

I was falling in love with Gael Dumbledore.


A/N: So yeah, I know, I'm skipping around a lot, but what can you do. The sequel will be awesome. Decided to update today cause I won't be around tomorrow.