Chapter Two
Draco lay awake in his bed with a scowl on his face. This was the third time this week that he hadn't gotten one bit of sleep. He supposed he could charm himself, but he wasn't about to get up and cause a racket. He knew how loud those damn things could be. He stared at the ceiling and started to think about his dream. He tried to understand it but couldn't. It was bothering him and he just couldn't shake the feeling.
After a few more hours of tossing and turning though, Draco fell into a deep sleep.
Draco hushed Isabel, with his hand covering her mouth. He pulled her closer, the smirk and any sign of happiness drained from his face. Isabel was so close, their noses slightly touching. She struggled to pull away. It wasn't right, standing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest with Isabel Stevens but something about her escense, her aura, made it harder for him to pull away. He could feel his breath, his uneven breathing and how his hands craddled the back of her head. He could feel Isabel giving in, letting him hold her. He pulled his face closer and Draco knew what was coming. He wanted it to happen he realized. He wanted to be with Isabel Stevens, holding her in his arms, kissing her in the middle of the night.
Their mouths touched and it was the best thing in the world to Draco. The touch of his lips against her's drove him insane, it was a feeling Draco just couldn't shake. He was used to ignoring Isabel or shutting her up with his wise remarks. Her gentleness seemed strange yet wonderful to Draco. Finally she pulled away from his grasp. Breathing in and out he stared at those big brown eyes and could see Isabel starting smile. Smile! After kissing him? How could it have ever happened? He looked away from her suddenly beautiful face. She looked as confused as Draco did. It was as if something was drawing them together that night. Something out there wanted them to be together. Whatever it was, Draco cursed it under his breath.
Draco lay awake in his bed with a scowl on his face. This was the third time this week that he hadn't gotten one bit of sleep. He supposed he could charm himself, but he wasn't about to get up and cause a racket. He knew how loud those damn things could be. He stared at the ceiling and started to think about his dream. He tried to understand it but couldn't. It was bothering him and he just couldn't shake the feeling.
After a few more hours of tossing and turning though, Draco fell into a deep sleep.
Draco hushed Isabel, with his hand covering her mouth. He pulled her closer, the smirk and any sign of happiness drained from his face. Isabel was so close, their noses slightly touching. She struggled to pull away. It wasn't right, standing in the middle of the Forbidden Forest with Isabel Stevens but something about her escense, her aura, made it harder for him to pull away. He could feel his breath, his uneven breathing and how his hands craddled the back of her head. He could feel Isabel giving in, letting him hold her. He pulled his face closer and Draco knew what was coming. He wanted it to happen he realized. He wanted to be with Isabel Stevens, holding her in his arms, kissing her in the middle of the night.
Their mouths touched and it was the best thing in the world to Draco. The touch of his lips against her's drove him insane, it was a feeling Draco just couldn't shake. He was used to ignoring Isabel or shutting her up with his wise remarks. Her gentleness seemed strange yet wonderful to Draco. Finally she pulled away from his grasp. Breathing in and out he stared at those big brown eyes and could see Isabel starting smile. Smile! After kissing him? How could it have ever happened? He looked away from her suddenly beautiful face. She looked as confused as Draco did. It was as if something was drawing them together that night. Something out there wanted them to be together. Whatever it was, Draco cursed it under his breath.