Chapter 7
It had been a month since Malfoy had seen Emma and he went to go knock on her door when something told him not to. Just then her door opened and he saw she had with her, a suitcase.
"Where are you going?" he asked in a friendly way.
"Why are you outside my apartment? It's a bit creepy, don't you think?" she said and he could sense she was still mad at him. She locked the door and went to the elevator.
"No seriously, where are you going? It's late, what on earth would desire you to go to at this time of night?" he asked as she stepped into the elevator.
"I'm going on a holiday, away from you," she said and the doors closed. Holiday? Where to? And was she being serious about getting away from him? Malfoy didn't know how to find her and tell her what he wanted to tell her the most.
Meanwhile Emma got on a bus to where she was heading for. She decided to go to a cottage near the beach in the country side for a while, to try and get away from the busy London life. After four hours in the bus she got off and could see the cottage from where she was. A beam of happiness formed inside her as she made her way to it. Once inside, she settled right in and spent the next week relaxing before she was disrupted by the last thing she'd expect to see.
There was a knock on the door and Emma was rather surprised to think that someone would be at the door. She opened it and almost screamed.
"Are you stalking me? Seriously Malfoy, you're beginning to freak me out!"
"Believe me I didn't want to freak you out but what I was going to say will freak you out even more."
"Well what is it?"
"I think I've figured out a way to get you out of this sentence of yours. And-" he stopped short, as though not wanting to say what he was going to say.
"And?"
"I-I can't stop thinking about you," he said, lowering his head as though ashamed.
"As if you'd want to think about me," she said and closed the door. Once she had gotten over laughing at the fact that he apparently had her on his mind, she thought about what he said about getting her out of this sentence. She opened the door to find him still there.
"What were you saying again about getting me out of my sentence?" she said and he smiled as she let him inside.