A/N: Well, this chapter is from Draco's POV...enjoy and REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Chapter Four: A Realization
My eyes followed her as she left the Great Hall. And then of course, I realized that there was no more chocolate pudding because we used it all during the food fight! Ah, what a tragedy. And most of the apple pies were gone too. But, I was surprised to realize that I was no longer hungry. Sighing, I headed to the Slytherin common room. I was nearly there when I remembered that I was Head Boy and had to go to a different room. Swearing, I retraced my steps and then headed to the correct room.
After a few wrong turns due to my lack of concentration and quite a few swear words, I made it somehow to my room. And then more swear words when I realized I didn't know the password. What fun this will be waiting for someone to come that knows the password. Sighing to myself, I thought about my mother. Where is she? She didn't die, I know that for sure-they must have knocked her unconscious and took her along with Mrs. Avalante to some godforsaken hideout of theirs. Shaking my head to clear it, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, thinking about Callie and the way she felt in my arms-even though I only hugged her. I thought about her gorgeous stormy green-blue eyes and her honey brown hair and-
"Draco, what are you doing sitting on the floor?" I recognized the voice of my close friend and fellow Quidditch player Blaise Zambini.
I groaned, "I don't know the password."
She threw back her head and laughed, "I do. 'Pudding'" And the portrait swung open.
As we climbed inside I asked her, "So, do you know if we share this room with the other Heads?"
She nodded and smiled, "Yes we do."
I merely raised a questioning eyebrow at her, "And who seems to have caught your eye?"
She blushed, "Well, I...er...well you see, I-I-Harry Potter," she finally admitted.
It was my turn to laugh. I didn't really insult him anymore, we were actually civil to each other now, "Well I'm happy for you Blaise. Tell me, does he feel the same way?"
She looked at the fire, "I'm not sure."
I crossed my arms, "So ask him!"
She looked at me with a look that said she thought I was crazy, "You're one to talk! You were practically drooling over that Auror girl!!"
What in blazes is she talking about? "What?!!! You have got to be kidding me! I *do NOT* like her-I hardly even know her. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard from you. I was NOT drooling over her either."
"Suuuure. Whatever Draco. Face it, you like her. Now admit that I am right," she said defiantly.
"You're not right! I do not-" and I stopped mid-sentence. I realized Blaise was right. I did like Callie.
She took advantage of the situation, "See! I told you that you like her."
I shook my head, "Yeah, but still, what can I do about it?"
Blaise smirked, "Keep in touch. Owl her."
I shook my head again, "It won't work, Blaise. Dumbledore said she was going to change her name. Not even he knows what is going to happen to her." I changed the subject, "Well, I don't see you doing anything about Potter."
She glared, "So?"
I merely smiled innocently. The look on her face was priceless, "You wouldn't DARE tell him that I like him!"
Harry chose just that moment to walk in. He stopped dead in his tracks. He smiled slyly and asked, "Like who?"
Blaise didn't realize who had asked her that and she replied, "Harry Potter."
His jaw dropped and Blaise whipped around, prepared to make whoever she had just told swear not to tell. She stopped when she saw Harry. Her face went beet red and she mumbled, "Excuse me." We heard a door slam. I doubled over laughing and soon Harry joined me. When we stopped about ten minutes later, he asked, "Was she serious?"
"Yep."
He shook his head, a smile crossing his face, "Well then, that certainly is interesting. See you around Draco," he said as he headed upstairs to his room.
I went to my own room and lay down, not bothering to change or anything, and put my hands behind my head. Staring up at the dark ceiling, I thought about the events of the past week. Thinking about it, my thoughts eventually wound up on Callie Avalante. Blaise was right, I *do* like her. And then I realized two things. One was that she still had my necklace. The other was that I would probably never see her again. The second one hurt the most-it hurt my heart. I lay there coming up with various ways to find her, but eventually came to the conclusion that all of them were hopeless. Somewhere along the way, sleep claimed me.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Any suggestions? Please let me know what you think, I need feedback here!!! So that having been said, please review!!!
Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Chapter Four: A Realization
My eyes followed her as she left the Great Hall. And then of course, I realized that there was no more chocolate pudding because we used it all during the food fight! Ah, what a tragedy. And most of the apple pies were gone too. But, I was surprised to realize that I was no longer hungry. Sighing, I headed to the Slytherin common room. I was nearly there when I remembered that I was Head Boy and had to go to a different room. Swearing, I retraced my steps and then headed to the correct room.
After a few wrong turns due to my lack of concentration and quite a few swear words, I made it somehow to my room. And then more swear words when I realized I didn't know the password. What fun this will be waiting for someone to come that knows the password. Sighing to myself, I thought about my mother. Where is she? She didn't die, I know that for sure-they must have knocked her unconscious and took her along with Mrs. Avalante to some godforsaken hideout of theirs. Shaking my head to clear it, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, thinking about Callie and the way she felt in my arms-even though I only hugged her. I thought about her gorgeous stormy green-blue eyes and her honey brown hair and-
"Draco, what are you doing sitting on the floor?" I recognized the voice of my close friend and fellow Quidditch player Blaise Zambini.
I groaned, "I don't know the password."
She threw back her head and laughed, "I do. 'Pudding'" And the portrait swung open.
As we climbed inside I asked her, "So, do you know if we share this room with the other Heads?"
She nodded and smiled, "Yes we do."
I merely raised a questioning eyebrow at her, "And who seems to have caught your eye?"
She blushed, "Well, I...er...well you see, I-I-Harry Potter," she finally admitted.
It was my turn to laugh. I didn't really insult him anymore, we were actually civil to each other now, "Well I'm happy for you Blaise. Tell me, does he feel the same way?"
She looked at the fire, "I'm not sure."
I crossed my arms, "So ask him!"
She looked at me with a look that said she thought I was crazy, "You're one to talk! You were practically drooling over that Auror girl!!"
What in blazes is she talking about? "What?!!! You have got to be kidding me! I *do NOT* like her-I hardly even know her. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard from you. I was NOT drooling over her either."
"Suuuure. Whatever Draco. Face it, you like her. Now admit that I am right," she said defiantly.
"You're not right! I do not-" and I stopped mid-sentence. I realized Blaise was right. I did like Callie.
She took advantage of the situation, "See! I told you that you like her."
I shook my head, "Yeah, but still, what can I do about it?"
Blaise smirked, "Keep in touch. Owl her."
I shook my head again, "It won't work, Blaise. Dumbledore said she was going to change her name. Not even he knows what is going to happen to her." I changed the subject, "Well, I don't see you doing anything about Potter."
She glared, "So?"
I merely smiled innocently. The look on her face was priceless, "You wouldn't DARE tell him that I like him!"
Harry chose just that moment to walk in. He stopped dead in his tracks. He smiled slyly and asked, "Like who?"
Blaise didn't realize who had asked her that and she replied, "Harry Potter."
His jaw dropped and Blaise whipped around, prepared to make whoever she had just told swear not to tell. She stopped when she saw Harry. Her face went beet red and she mumbled, "Excuse me." We heard a door slam. I doubled over laughing and soon Harry joined me. When we stopped about ten minutes later, he asked, "Was she serious?"
"Yep."
He shook his head, a smile crossing his face, "Well then, that certainly is interesting. See you around Draco," he said as he headed upstairs to his room.
I went to my own room and lay down, not bothering to change or anything, and put my hands behind my head. Staring up at the dark ceiling, I thought about the events of the past week. Thinking about it, my thoughts eventually wound up on Callie Avalante. Blaise was right, I *do* like her. And then I realized two things. One was that she still had my necklace. The other was that I would probably never see her again. The second one hurt the most-it hurt my heart. I lay there coming up with various ways to find her, but eventually came to the conclusion that all of them were hopeless. Somewhere along the way, sleep claimed me.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Any suggestions? Please let me know what you think, I need feedback here!!! So that having been said, please review!!!