((AN: I forget to say that everyone is pretty much in their 6th year.))
Vanessa sat huddled next to a tree, her knees pulled up to her chin, crying silently. Why did she fall for the one person she could never have. Besides, Draco's admission was the butterbeer speaking, not him. It hurt her to think this, but she had to think something, and this was the easiest.
As Vanessa ran out of the area, Draco turned and faced his grinning friends. "You idiots! What is wrong with you?!" Draco was beyond angry, beyond furious, and he was ready to kill the bumbling oafs in front of him.
"Hey, how were we supposed to know that you were 'busy,' dude?" Goyle offered with a laugh.
Draco muttered, "I'll kill you later," before running after Vanessa. He called her name, screaming apologies, until tears were brimming in his eyes. It was odd, he hadn't cried since he was an infant, even then he was the one who made others cry, not vice versa. He finally gave in, calling her name one last time, before dropping his head and turning back.
Vanessa crouched lower when she heard Draco call her name. She hoped he couldn't hear the leaves crunch under her body or the choking sobs she struggled to contain. Obviously he didn't and she watched as he headed back to the town center. She longed to run to him, and fling herself in his arms, but kept it under control. When Draco was out of earshot, she whispered, "I love you too, Draco, but you'll never know." Then she rose out of the dirt, brushed her self off, and took a different path back to town. She snuck inside the Three Broomsticks, and sat down at the table again. She snuck a glance and saw to her relief the bar was empty except for a 7th year she didn't recognize.
Draco was back at the bench, watching Crabbe and Goyle fight each other for food. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are?! I can't believe you would do that!" Then he stormed off to wait by the coaches for the return trip.
Vanessa sat huddled next to a tree, her knees pulled up to her chin, crying silently. Why did she fall for the one person she could never have. Besides, Draco's admission was the butterbeer speaking, not him. It hurt her to think this, but she had to think something, and this was the easiest.
As Vanessa ran out of the area, Draco turned and faced his grinning friends. "You idiots! What is wrong with you?!" Draco was beyond angry, beyond furious, and he was ready to kill the bumbling oafs in front of him.
"Hey, how were we supposed to know that you were 'busy,' dude?" Goyle offered with a laugh.
Draco muttered, "I'll kill you later," before running after Vanessa. He called her name, screaming apologies, until tears were brimming in his eyes. It was odd, he hadn't cried since he was an infant, even then he was the one who made others cry, not vice versa. He finally gave in, calling her name one last time, before dropping his head and turning back.
Vanessa crouched lower when she heard Draco call her name. She hoped he couldn't hear the leaves crunch under her body or the choking sobs she struggled to contain. Obviously he didn't and she watched as he headed back to the town center. She longed to run to him, and fling herself in his arms, but kept it under control. When Draco was out of earshot, she whispered, "I love you too, Draco, but you'll never know." Then she rose out of the dirt, brushed her self off, and took a different path back to town. She snuck inside the Three Broomsticks, and sat down at the table again. She snuck a glance and saw to her relief the bar was empty except for a 7th year she didn't recognize.
Draco was back at the bench, watching Crabbe and Goyle fight each other for food. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are?! I can't believe you would do that!" Then he stormed off to wait by the coaches for the return trip.