"Hey could I ask you a question?" A familiar voice rang out. Harry. My head jerked up in surprise, afraid that I had been seen. It had been a week since Harry ran out on me, and since then, I'd spent most of my time alone, particularly in the alcove. I got up from my hiding place and peered around the tapestry. The sight of the familiar raven hair confirmed my first guess.

"If you're asking why we're going to the library, Harry, it's because we need to study for our exams, and since Ron refuses to go anywhere near the place, I'm bringing you along," Hermione stated matter-of-factly as the continued to walk.

"No, it's not that," Harry said, pulling her very near the hidden alcove, causing me to gasp and inch back towards the ledge. "I-it's about Draco," Harry confessed. I nearly fell out of my perch and scrambled to regain my balance, which was thankfully masked by Hermione's squeal of excitement.

"Oh, I was right, wasn't I, Harry! You do like him!"

"Shh!" he whispered vehemently.

"What're you going to do? Did you tell him? Are you going to?"There was an uncomfortable pause, and I shifted forward, afraid I would miss something.

"Well…you see, we sort of…erm…got involved in an empty classroom last week, and well, I wanted to be sure he was serious, that he didn't just want something physical, so I- I left before anything really happened, and I had Ginny pretend we were still involved and we disappeared together, right in front of him, to see how he'd react, y'know? Cause if he wasn't serious, he wouldn't have cared; I-I wanted to be sure he wasn't just trying to screw with my heart. But it's been a week, and he- he hasn't said anything, and, and," Harry's voice broke, "I just want him so much," he whispered.

"It's alright, Harry," Hermione said, "Draco's just-"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I cried, bursting out from behind the tapestry. It had taken me a while to absorb all the information, but one I processed it, rational thought gave way to uncontrolled anger.

Harry looked up in surprise, "Draco? You were spying on-"

"Shut up and listen!" I cried angrily, "You have the nerve to be upset that I didn't do anything when I saw you with Ginny‽ Did you even stop and think about how I felt? How it felt to be abandoned and replaced like a street girl? I have feelings, too, Potter! I was crushed, I wanted to go curse her head off, but I told myself that she was what you wanted, and that you of all people deserved to be happy. I guess I was wrong." My knees trembling, I turned on my heel and began to walk away, praying to Salazar that my legs wouldn't give out.

"Draco, wait!" Harry cried.

"I'm not a dog, Harry," I said, my tone ice cold as I tried to keep the tears from slipping into my voice, "You can't push me away, then expect me to come running at your first call."

"Draco!" I heard footsteps echo in the corridor behind me, "Just listen to me for one minute, alright? I know it was stupid, and I'm sorry, but-"

"There is nothing you can say to me, Harry Potter." I interrupted as I whirled around to meet his stormy green eyes. I turned to go, but he firmly gripped my wrist. Frowning, I tugged my hand out of his grasp, to which he dragged me forward and captured my lips in his. I fought him as our tongues battled for dominance, teeth crashing into each other through ragged gasps and breathless moans.

He pulled back and stared at me, his jade eyes darkening in lust. Pushing me against the wall, he shoved my robes aside and bit down on my collar bone, causing me to cry out. "See that, Draco," he hissed, "That means you're mine."

For some reason, I didn't mind as much as I should have.