Chapter 13
Library Confessions
After a wonderful night spent together, Harry and Cadence truly knew how they felt about each other. The two of them shared love unlike any other. It was not until Cadence sat down to think about it that she realized she was only fifteen and Harry only sixteen. They still had a lifetime together. Now it was worth thinking about because she knew who she was going to spend that forever with.
It filled her with deep sorrow the next day to pack up her stuff. She was leaving on Sunday to spend time with her grandmother. She missed spending time with her, but didn't want to leave Harry. Since she had woken up that day, she'd visited Flash several times, and had seen Harry a record amount for only being awake for two hours.
She smiled to herself as she folded her clothes and packed them in her trunk. She would only be gone for a couple of weeks and she was certain that she and Harry would owl each other constantly. Hedwig never had much to do during the holidays.
After she had stuffed the last of her socks and sweaters into her suitcase, she sighed heavily. It was further indication that she'd be leaving Harry soon. It was really a pain having to leave, but it wasn't as if she was leaving for good.
She walked out of the dorm and down the stairs, remembering she wanted to pick up a few books for reading over the holidays. She figured while she was away from school she might as well do something worthwhile.
She saw no sign of Harry as she made her way down to the library. The halls were beginning to thin as people left for the holidays. Cadence had asked her grandmother permission to come home on the latest possible day.
The library was cold and drafty, but inviting nonetheless. She saw no one and decided to look around, seeing as no one would bother her. She rifled through the titles, not noticing anything that called out to her.
"Adventure. fantasy. horror. what do I want?" she whispered to no one in particular, pulling out various books and putting them back again.
As she continued on the line of fiction books, she began to think about her time spent at Hogwarts. It was time well spent. She had made friends like she had never known before. Ginny was the most wonderful person she could ever befriend. She was completely understanding and always there for her, no matter what.
She met Ron and Hermione, two characters that made her smile whenever she was around them. They were so playful with each other that it was obvious whatever force had brought them together was a strong, friendly one. They had fallen in love in the midst of being friends and made Cadence believe in true love.
There were other various people she had met that she would have never known. Hagrid was easily her favorite teacher, his class being her favorite as well. He was so congenial that she couldn't help but feel good in his presence.
She had never met people as hard pressing and influential as most of her professors. Of course, assorted professors could be excluded from the final vote, but all in all, she was satisfied with the way her learning process had been handled.
Then there was Harry. Everything she never knew she wanted had been sitting right next to her on the Hogwarts Express. He looked almost as lost as she had. She knew the reason she was lost. She had been pulled away from a life she had always known and thrown into a completely new world.
"Not today," she muttered, putting the book back she had chosen amongst others. She continued to search through the many books and let her mind drift back to Harry.
It was such a wonderful feeling, thinking about him. She had never known a stronger feeling than when she first laid eyes on Harry. The bright green eyes and messy dark hair all made the feelings inside of her jump and twist. She felt like shouting that she had finally found a person that she could relate to better than anyone she ever had before.
Harry made her come alive. She didn't recall smiling a whole lot until Harry had offered her a seat that day on the train. She peered into his soul and it was as if she knew. It wasn't a feeling she could well explain. Something in her heart clicked and everything fell into place. All she had to do from then was get to know this person better and she was still insistent on doing just that.
She slammed the last book shut and frowned, frustrated. She wasn't going to leave without something good to read over the holidays. She wandered out of the section and found herself face to face with the one person she feared being in contact with the most.
Draco Malfoy.
"Cadence Cartwright," he sneered nastily.
She stopped dead in her tracks, prepared to turn back around. She stared at Draco's pale face, his blue eyes glittering with a mist of evil. He cracked a smirk.
"What are you doing in here?" she whispered.
"I came to be by myself, but obviously I'm not alone," he said, throwing his head back in a cocky way. "Care to join me?"
I'd rather eat my hand, she thought to herself. "No."
He only smiled. "Are you afraid Potter might ruin the moment? Walk in on us?"
"What exactly is it you think we'll be doing?"
Draco only cackled evilly. "You wish you knew."
Cadence rolled her eyes disgustedly. "Well, whatever it is you think we're going to do, do it with yourself," she replied and turned on her heel to leave the library.
"Cadence, wait!" he said with an urgency she hadn't heard in his voice before.
"There is no way I am waiting for you," she spat, keeping her distance.
Draco somehow managed to catch up to her and grabbed her by the arm.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at him.
"No, Cadence, listen to me," he pleaded. Something had overtaken him and it wasn't the usual crudeness that he exhibited. It was almost worth stopping for.
"I don't know if you deserve it," she said softly, remembering the comment he had made in the Great Hall.
"I know I don't," he said. "Just give me two seconds."
"Why?"
"Because you're Cadence."
She stopped in her tracks and looked down at her feet. He was right. She wasn't being very fair, no matter who she was talking to. She had to be better than him.
She turned around and faced Draco. "Two minutes. That's it."
He stepped up to her, staring down at her in his menacing way. "You don't fancy me."
"How'd you guess?" she scoffed, crossing her arms.
"It was a little obvious when I saw you around Potter all the time."
Her blood boiled. She never liked the direction this conversation took. "Oh?"
"It was obvious that first day on the train. I had never seen someone look as adoringly as you did at him. The same goes for the way he was looking at you. I've known that boy for six years and I have never seen him happy."
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"I never wanted to be so rude to you," he whispered, sweeping his pale hair back out of his eyes. "It was Potter that I was really upset with."
"About what?" she sneered.
"Various reasons," he said, looking away and then back at Cadence. His light blue eyes landed on her own. "The one thing I was most upset about was the fact that he won out."
"Won out what?" her interest was peaked.
Draco looked down at the ground; back up at her, and then toward the door. "He won you."
Cadence's mouth opened as she stared at Draco. He shook his head and went to step around her.
"Draco," she called, turning around, watching him leave.
He spun on his heel and gave her what looked like a sullen smile. "It doesn't surprise me. He wins everything. Even if an evil guy does have a feeling in him that he's never known for a beautiful girl. I guess it pays to be good."
And with that, Draco ran out of the library.
Cadence watched as he left and then looked back down at the floor where they had both been standing. It almost seemed as if she had seen a side to Draco that no one else was allowed to see.
Library Confessions
After a wonderful night spent together, Harry and Cadence truly knew how they felt about each other. The two of them shared love unlike any other. It was not until Cadence sat down to think about it that she realized she was only fifteen and Harry only sixteen. They still had a lifetime together. Now it was worth thinking about because she knew who she was going to spend that forever with.
It filled her with deep sorrow the next day to pack up her stuff. She was leaving on Sunday to spend time with her grandmother. She missed spending time with her, but didn't want to leave Harry. Since she had woken up that day, she'd visited Flash several times, and had seen Harry a record amount for only being awake for two hours.
She smiled to herself as she folded her clothes and packed them in her trunk. She would only be gone for a couple of weeks and she was certain that she and Harry would owl each other constantly. Hedwig never had much to do during the holidays.
After she had stuffed the last of her socks and sweaters into her suitcase, she sighed heavily. It was further indication that she'd be leaving Harry soon. It was really a pain having to leave, but it wasn't as if she was leaving for good.
She walked out of the dorm and down the stairs, remembering she wanted to pick up a few books for reading over the holidays. She figured while she was away from school she might as well do something worthwhile.
She saw no sign of Harry as she made her way down to the library. The halls were beginning to thin as people left for the holidays. Cadence had asked her grandmother permission to come home on the latest possible day.
The library was cold and drafty, but inviting nonetheless. She saw no one and decided to look around, seeing as no one would bother her. She rifled through the titles, not noticing anything that called out to her.
"Adventure. fantasy. horror. what do I want?" she whispered to no one in particular, pulling out various books and putting them back again.
As she continued on the line of fiction books, she began to think about her time spent at Hogwarts. It was time well spent. She had made friends like she had never known before. Ginny was the most wonderful person she could ever befriend. She was completely understanding and always there for her, no matter what.
She met Ron and Hermione, two characters that made her smile whenever she was around them. They were so playful with each other that it was obvious whatever force had brought them together was a strong, friendly one. They had fallen in love in the midst of being friends and made Cadence believe in true love.
There were other various people she had met that she would have never known. Hagrid was easily her favorite teacher, his class being her favorite as well. He was so congenial that she couldn't help but feel good in his presence.
She had never met people as hard pressing and influential as most of her professors. Of course, assorted professors could be excluded from the final vote, but all in all, she was satisfied with the way her learning process had been handled.
Then there was Harry. Everything she never knew she wanted had been sitting right next to her on the Hogwarts Express. He looked almost as lost as she had. She knew the reason she was lost. She had been pulled away from a life she had always known and thrown into a completely new world.
"Not today," she muttered, putting the book back she had chosen amongst others. She continued to search through the many books and let her mind drift back to Harry.
It was such a wonderful feeling, thinking about him. She had never known a stronger feeling than when she first laid eyes on Harry. The bright green eyes and messy dark hair all made the feelings inside of her jump and twist. She felt like shouting that she had finally found a person that she could relate to better than anyone she ever had before.
Harry made her come alive. She didn't recall smiling a whole lot until Harry had offered her a seat that day on the train. She peered into his soul and it was as if she knew. It wasn't a feeling she could well explain. Something in her heart clicked and everything fell into place. All she had to do from then was get to know this person better and she was still insistent on doing just that.
She slammed the last book shut and frowned, frustrated. She wasn't going to leave without something good to read over the holidays. She wandered out of the section and found herself face to face with the one person she feared being in contact with the most.
Draco Malfoy.
"Cadence Cartwright," he sneered nastily.
She stopped dead in her tracks, prepared to turn back around. She stared at Draco's pale face, his blue eyes glittering with a mist of evil. He cracked a smirk.
"What are you doing in here?" she whispered.
"I came to be by myself, but obviously I'm not alone," he said, throwing his head back in a cocky way. "Care to join me?"
I'd rather eat my hand, she thought to herself. "No."
He only smiled. "Are you afraid Potter might ruin the moment? Walk in on us?"
"What exactly is it you think we'll be doing?"
Draco only cackled evilly. "You wish you knew."
Cadence rolled her eyes disgustedly. "Well, whatever it is you think we're going to do, do it with yourself," she replied and turned on her heel to leave the library.
"Cadence, wait!" he said with an urgency she hadn't heard in his voice before.
"There is no way I am waiting for you," she spat, keeping her distance.
Draco somehow managed to catch up to her and grabbed her by the arm.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed at him.
"No, Cadence, listen to me," he pleaded. Something had overtaken him and it wasn't the usual crudeness that he exhibited. It was almost worth stopping for.
"I don't know if you deserve it," she said softly, remembering the comment he had made in the Great Hall.
"I know I don't," he said. "Just give me two seconds."
"Why?"
"Because you're Cadence."
She stopped in her tracks and looked down at her feet. He was right. She wasn't being very fair, no matter who she was talking to. She had to be better than him.
She turned around and faced Draco. "Two minutes. That's it."
He stepped up to her, staring down at her in his menacing way. "You don't fancy me."
"How'd you guess?" she scoffed, crossing her arms.
"It was a little obvious when I saw you around Potter all the time."
Her blood boiled. She never liked the direction this conversation took. "Oh?"
"It was obvious that first day on the train. I had never seen someone look as adoringly as you did at him. The same goes for the way he was looking at you. I've known that boy for six years and I have never seen him happy."
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"I never wanted to be so rude to you," he whispered, sweeping his pale hair back out of his eyes. "It was Potter that I was really upset with."
"About what?" she sneered.
"Various reasons," he said, looking away and then back at Cadence. His light blue eyes landed on her own. "The one thing I was most upset about was the fact that he won out."
"Won out what?" her interest was peaked.
Draco looked down at the ground; back up at her, and then toward the door. "He won you."
Cadence's mouth opened as she stared at Draco. He shook his head and went to step around her.
"Draco," she called, turning around, watching him leave.
He spun on his heel and gave her what looked like a sullen smile. "It doesn't surprise me. He wins everything. Even if an evil guy does have a feeling in him that he's never known for a beautiful girl. I guess it pays to be good."
And with that, Draco ran out of the library.
Cadence watched as he left and then looked back down at the floor where they had both been standing. It almost seemed as if she had seen a side to Draco that no one else was allowed to see.