-Draco-
Draco slammed his hand against the wall. "Damn her" he muttered tiredly. He really didn't know who he was anymore, what had happened to the great Draco Malfoy who could and would use any girl for his own satisfaction? A tentetive hand gently tapped him on the shoulder, and Draco swung himself around preparing himself for an argument. "Oh, it's you" he murmured, almost shocked. His eyes swept over the girl infront of him. "Madison Grey" she whispered, curling a thick strand of auburn hair around her hand nervously. Her sapphire blue eyes glimmered in the light as she squirmed under his glances. "Draco.. Draco.." he began,
"Oh I know", she smiled, "EVERYONE knows about you.."
Draco smiled nervously. "Really? What do you mean?"
Leaning so close to him, he could smell her perfume, she told him to meet her tonight in the library. The tiny girl, raised herself onto her toes and planted a sweet, innocent kiss upon his pale cheek.
As she walked away, Draco found himself touching his cheek in disbelief. And smiling.
Madison –What the Hell possessed me? She thought, completely flustered. But she knew, as soon as she had looked into those strikingly pale eyes she knew. It was crazy! She barely knew the guy. And she'd kissed him?! What was that?
"Draco" she tested out his name on her lips. It tasted amazing. Suddenly she frowned, remembering Hermione's warning about Draco. But all the stories she'd heard just couldn't be true. She'd seen the vunerability flashing in those strange eyes.
She smiled. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't going to be so bad.
Draco –Sitting in the library, his slim fingers crossed beneath his black robes, Draco was terrified What if she doesn't come? He thought. Then he remembered that simple kiss and he was satisfied. He couldn't wait to touch her, see that endearing smile.
A high, soft voice broke into his thoughts, "hi". Standing up quickley Madison and Draco locked eyes. All his carefully planned speeches melted away from his mind as he leant forward to return her greeting, "Madison… hi".
Neither of them knew where to start, all he could think of was that she was the most amazing girl he'd ever seen and that we was not going to let her go. She figeted.
"So," Draco began, "How do you like Hogwarts?". He instantly wanted to kick himself. Dumbass! He shreiked at himself. To his disbelief he was rewarded with a lingering grin, "You know what? Since I found you? I think I'm going to love it here". Draco breathed in sharply, feeling his cheeks become tinged with pink. "You're cute when you blush" Madison giggled. And so, they began to found out all they could about each other, their eyes dancing in the candlelight.
Madison –As Draco took Madison's hand, so shyly, for the first time, she felt something tight around her heart. As though he had felt it to, he turned to her and looked straight into her eyes. This is beautiful, she thought, I can't say I've ever felt like this before. Nervously, he raised a trembling hand, resting it on her freckled cheek. "Madison.." he stared. But, unable to control herself any longer Madison leant forward and placed her lips upon his. Time stood still, as she ran her hands through his shining hair, and their feverish lips moved upon each other. They were completely compatible, Madison mused, as though his heart understood mine.
Gradually they drew apart. And as they parted, Madison felt as though she wanted to tell the entire world that she loved Draco Malfoy, and that he loved her.
Draco –Draco was breathless. He pressed his back to the door, his lips still tingling from the magical experience he had just had. Good God, he whispered, am I really in love. His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure that the Gods would be able to hear it.
He was startled by a sudden knock on the door. Sighing, he opened it to be greeted by Harry Potter.
"Potter?" he asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, Malfoy. You can help me. You can stay the Hell away from Madison. I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing but it better stop right now. Understand?" snarled Harry.
"What.. a game? I'm not.."
"Whatever Mal – ferret."
Harry turned swifly upon his heel and strode away as Draco gently shut the door. He should really thank Potter, he thought, after all the girl IS a Gryffindor and both their lives wouldn't be worth living if his father found out. He shuddered, an unexplainable ache entering his melted heart which he had been determined to harden against the entire world. But how could he just let the only good thing that had ever happened to him just walk away?