Vanessa was still flustered from what had happened earlier. She stood up,
casting a glance over at Ron and Hermione, who were obviously enjoying each
others company. A lot. She turned and walked outside, sauntering around
until she found a bench. Sitting there, she heard footsteps behind her, and
a familiar voice call her name.
Draco watched as Harry kissed Vanessa, and each second it continued, Draco's hate for Harry increased. He could tell Vanessa was bored, and he wondered how Harry didn't see this. After Harry left, to Draco's pleasure, with McGonagall, he watched Vanessa leave. Grabbing his cloak, he followed her. He was a bit dizzy, and not so light on his feet at first, but after a few falls he caught up to her at a bench. He walked up behind her, and gently called her name.
"Vanessa."
She turned her head, seeing who it was her face fell, and she went back to where she was, staring into nothing.
"Is it ok if I sit here?" he asked this, not knowing what he would do if she said no.
"It's a free country, MALFOY," she sneered as she got up and started to walk away. He came after her, but she just walked faster. 'What does he want anyways?'
"Vanessa, please. I am begging you to at least hear me out." He looked at her with such pain darkening his features, that she relented, returning to the bench.
Sitting on the bench, Malfoy turned to face her, and took her hand in his. She recoiled, muttering, "Well, what did you wanted to say?" The words came out harsher than she intended, and she instantly regretted it, seeing the hurt on Draco's face. Softly, she said, "I'm sorry, Draco. But what is it you wanted to talk about?" She gazed up at him, startled to see the normally cold, commanding eyes were bloodshot and looked extremely tired.
"Well, what I'm about to say is not easy, so just hear me through, ok?" When she nodded he continued. "Well, Vanessa, I think I'm in love with you. You haunt my dreams, and I can't even stand to see you with anybody else. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't think of anything but you. I never felt like this before," he finished and looked up into her eyes. His heart was beating rapidly.
Vanessa was shocked by his admission. "Draco. I have a boyfrie-" She was silenced by Draco kissing her. Suddenly she felt everything people talked about. The "fireworks." It was completely different from kissing Harry. She felt herself slipping away. losing all control whatsoever.
Suddenly she was thrown back down to earth when a voice behind them inquired, "Draco, what are you doing?" It was Crabbe, with Goyle right there next to him. Vanessa jumped up, and fled, ignoring Draco's pleas for her to return.
Draco watched as Harry kissed Vanessa, and each second it continued, Draco's hate for Harry increased. He could tell Vanessa was bored, and he wondered how Harry didn't see this. After Harry left, to Draco's pleasure, with McGonagall, he watched Vanessa leave. Grabbing his cloak, he followed her. He was a bit dizzy, and not so light on his feet at first, but after a few falls he caught up to her at a bench. He walked up behind her, and gently called her name.
"Vanessa."
She turned her head, seeing who it was her face fell, and she went back to where she was, staring into nothing.
"Is it ok if I sit here?" he asked this, not knowing what he would do if she said no.
"It's a free country, MALFOY," she sneered as she got up and started to walk away. He came after her, but she just walked faster. 'What does he want anyways?'
"Vanessa, please. I am begging you to at least hear me out." He looked at her with such pain darkening his features, that she relented, returning to the bench.
Sitting on the bench, Malfoy turned to face her, and took her hand in his. She recoiled, muttering, "Well, what did you wanted to say?" The words came out harsher than she intended, and she instantly regretted it, seeing the hurt on Draco's face. Softly, she said, "I'm sorry, Draco. But what is it you wanted to talk about?" She gazed up at him, startled to see the normally cold, commanding eyes were bloodshot and looked extremely tired.
"Well, what I'm about to say is not easy, so just hear me through, ok?" When she nodded he continued. "Well, Vanessa, I think I'm in love with you. You haunt my dreams, and I can't even stand to see you with anybody else. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't think of anything but you. I never felt like this before," he finished and looked up into her eyes. His heart was beating rapidly.
Vanessa was shocked by his admission. "Draco. I have a boyfrie-" She was silenced by Draco kissing her. Suddenly she felt everything people talked about. The "fireworks." It was completely different from kissing Harry. She felt herself slipping away. losing all control whatsoever.
Suddenly she was thrown back down to earth when a voice behind them inquired, "Draco, what are you doing?" It was Crabbe, with Goyle right there next to him. Vanessa jumped up, and fled, ignoring Draco's pleas for her to return.