Holding your hand tightly, Draco drags you into the courtyard. The entire way he was fuming, but you didn't understand why.

"Draco, what's wrong?"

He pulls you under a tree, and stops.

"Since when have you gotten close with Blaise? And you cried in front of him?!"

You stare at him in disbelief.

"That's why you left your own party to drag me here?!"

"I'm asking questions!" He yells and you freeze.

"All we did was talk, it's not like I know anyone else here. As for the crying, I was sad because of Hermione and he happened to be there."

"So you cried to him?!"

"No, he just happened to walk in on me crying! Besides, what does it matter who I cry to?"

"Of course it matters, you're not allowed to cry in front of other guys, only me!"

"Why?" You ask, getting annoyed. You hated being ordered around, especially by Draco.

"Because you're mine." Draco grabs your shoulder and looks at you seriously. You avert your gaze, avoiding his eyes.

Draco drew in a breath.

"Sylvie, Sylvia..." He cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

"I like you."

You freeze. Shocked by what you are heard. You jump backward abruptly, pulling yourself away from him.

"What are you talking about?" You ask weakly. You don't understand what he was thinking. Did he really like you? Or was this a prank? Or even something else?

"Sylvia, look into your heart!" Draco grabs your wrist. "You like me too, I know you do!"

"I don't understand..." You squirm, trying to get away. But his grip on your wrist is firm.

"Sylvie, how do you see me? Only a friend? Why must you shy away from the truth? From how you really feel?" You stand there stonily, unable to react.

"Your patronus is a dragon, all your happy memories include me. Why did you cry when I kissed Pansy? Did you really think I had no idea it was actually you? Who else would I kiss? Why are you always jealous of Pansy? You like me, don't you?"

Draco pulls you into his arms, looking at you gently.

"Idiot, do you not understand how you really feel?"

I like Draco?! Do I?

You didn't move as Draco got closer and closer. He pressed his lips to yours, making you lose yourself in his touch. He holds you close, and you could feel your hearts beating as one.

Finally you gave him a push, and he let go of you. He was looking at you with a gentleness unlike anything else you've ever seen. But you just couldn't look him in the eyes. Draco reached for you, trying to hug you once more, but you pushed him away. You shake your head.

"I don't like you Draco, not like that."

One simple sentence nearly makes Draco faint.

"What? What are you..."

"Our love comes from the time we spent together. But that isn't a romantic type of love."

"So... all you've ever seen me as was a friend? Your childhood friend?!"

Draco steps back, angry and hurt. You remain silent.

"Sylvia, look into your heart!"

"You're important to me Draco. And you will always have a place in my heart. But that is not love."

"So you saying that I, Draco Malfoy am wrong? Then so be it!"

He turns around and storms out of the courtyard. As you watch his figure fade out of sight, a tear rolls out of your eye. You put a hand on your heart as more and more tears began falling out, one by one.

I don't love him. Not like that. But why does it hurt so much?

Meanwhile

"Pansy, you were looking for me?" After searching for a while, Blaise finally finds her in the kitchen. Pansy shakes her head in confusion.

"Draco said you were looking for ME, and that I should wait here for you."

Blaise blinks and realizes what happens.

"Looks like we've been pranked."

The two find Draco returning from the courtyard.

"Bully, you tricked us!" Pansy exclaimed, hitting him lightly on the arm. Draco grabs Pansy's wrist.

"Pansy, you like me. Right?"

Pansy seemed surprised for a moment. Then smiled. Confirming Draco's guess.

"Then be my girlfriend."

Without waiting for Pansy's answer. Draco laces his fingers with Pansy's and walks off, leaving a dumbfounded Blaise standing alone.

"What about her? What will she do now?"

However, there was no one there to answer Blaise's question.

So Blaise ran to the courtyard, where he guessed Draco had taken you. He had to find you, see how you were doing. But you were gone.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the guests, you had gone home. You would stay in the mansion for the rest of the summer. And this decision would be unrelated to your father's punishment in any way.

Author's Note*

Uggghh... I really don't know how to write kiss scenes... Don't hate Sylvia, she just doesn't understand her own feelings yet.