One of my favorite things about the library was the smell, as soon as you walked in you were hit by the smell of paper. It was my favorite smell in the world. I breathed in as deeply as I could as I entered the large space. It was deserted, even the librarian was nowhere to be found. I suppose it is a little unusual for student's to really use the library during break. But this absence of people only meant an even larger sense of euphoria as I browsed the rows. All the study tables were open and I smiled at the little nook where Landon and I used to study during our first year.
I turned away from those memories and tried to not think about it too much. There was a book that I had seen a little earlier that I was hoping to be able to read while we on break, and I set off in that direction, hoping to find it. My feet were propelling me briskly forward, trying to carry me away from the memories. They were taking me a little too quickly though, as I was unable to stop soon enough to turn around and avoid the slender blonde browsing the aisle that I was going to travel down. One word ran through my mind, shit.
He looked up at me and I tried to appear as calm as I could. I nodded my head in his direction but I think it looked more like a spasm. His pale eyes bored into mine as he put the book he had been looking at back on the shelf. "Anna," his voice was low and almost deadly.
"Professor Malfoy," I replied, my feet were trying to turn around to flee, but my eyes stayed trained on Draco. I wasn't sure what I should do. I knew that he hadn't been in his right mind that day at the Three Broomsticks, but I was afraid that if I allowed myself to be alone with him that he may try something again and this time I didn't think that I would be so quick to stop him.
His hair looked much better, I noticed. It was a better color and his skin seemed a little less dull than it had been. I wondered if he had decided to try and stay away from the fire whiskey. His eyes were just as empty as they had been though. He moved closer to me and I took a steadying breath.
"Professor, I think that-"I blurted out but he cut me off.
"I know that I shouldn't have done that in the Three Broomsticks. I know that it was wrong of me to put you in that position." He looked down as he talked, fiddling with the button on his coat. His eyes flicked back up to me to gauge my reaction to his apology. I sighed and relaxed a little, and as soon as he saw this he did as well.
"I realize that you were not thinking properly and made a poor decision. It isn't something that should have happened, but it did so we just have to move past it." I said this as though I wasn't in the least bit affected by that drunken kiss, but my hands gripped the seam in my pants and he noticed. His eyes were silver flames, scrutinizing my every move.
All the thoughts that I had in the shower that morning and all my dreams came flooding into my mind, drowning everything else. I could feel myself getting flushed and my breathing changed. He looked into my eyes and I knew that he was aware of what was going through my mind. His foot moved to take a step closer to me again but now my feet moved and I ran. I ran out of the library and down the hall and to the empty dorm…his voice, calling my name, ringing in my ears the whole way.
