A/N: Sorry it's been so long guys...my computer is so f-ed up right
now...but at last, it lives! Now no more delay...on with the story!
It was late, well past any sane person's bedtime. Her candle burned low as her quill furiously scratched against the parchment. Pausing to replenish her ink, she reread what she had just written.
Love potions, discovered in the 16th century by Frenchwoman Maimez Amore, are a force to be reckoned with. They can be extremely dangerous if used in the wrong way.
"Great," she thought. "A whole two sentences done. Only like a hundred more to go!" Sighing aloud, she decided to go for a quick walk to clear her head. Rising, she blew out her candle and threw on her cloak, which had been tossed aside earlier. Descending the stairs, she opened the door. Sticking her head through the portrait hole, she looked for any signs of Filch or a prefect on duty. Finding none, she scampered down and quietly closed the painting behind her. Thankfully, the Fat Lady wasn't there.
"Where to go?" she thought. "Maybe the library has some books on love potions. It's worth checking out." That settled, she strode off towards the library.
*~*
He'd never really understood the concept of 'tossing and turning' until that night. Sleep just would not come. He thrashed about, one way and then the other, not able to get comfortable. One second he was hot, the next cold, and so on. He couldn't keep his eyes closed; everytime he did, all he saw was her, tears running down her cheeks, hurt flashing in her eyes. Her words echoed through his head:
"But you're the one who said you weren't like this." "How dare you." "Don't touch me Malfoy."
"Oh gods," he whispered. "What have I done?"
Struggling out of bed, he pulled on his robe and slippers. As an afterthought, he pinned on his head-boy badge, just in case he was to run into some stupid little prefect in the hallway. The last thing he needed right now was to try and explain to Dumbledore why exactly it was that he was out at two in the morning, wandering through the hallways.
Opening the door, he started walking, not paying any attention as to where he was going.
*~*
After finding the appropriate section, she began pulling books out at random until she had filled almost an entire table with stacks three and four books high. Pulling up a chair, she grabbed the book closest to her and started flipping through it.
*~*
He walked for some time. At last, he came out of his thoughts long enough to realize where he was. Somehow, he had made his way to the library without him even knowing. He turned to head back when he noticed something. The door was slightly ajar.
"Hmmm...that's strange," he said softy. "Who in their right mind would be studying now?"
*~*
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" she growled in frustration as she came up empty-handed yet again. "Gods! I know Snape did this on purpose. He obviously knows there's absolutely no information on love potions besides what's already in our textbook!"
However, she also knew Snape would not hesitate to fail her if she didn't hand in the essay the following day...or rather, in a couple of hours, seeing as it was already past midnight, but that's just a technicality. Sighing, she picked up another book and began flipping through it.
*~*
He opened the door softly, hoping not to alert whoever was inside to his presence. Slipping through the entranceway, he closed the door equally as quietly. Practically tiptoeing, he made his way through the rows of shelves to the study area. Seeing nothing at first, he waited several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. Scanning the room, he realized there was a soft glow coming from the far corner. Getting closer, he saw the outline of a person with their back to him. Deciding to use the element of surprise to his advantage, he said menacingly,
"You'd better have a bloody good excuse for being in here this late."
*~*
"You'd better have a bloody good excuse for being in here this late."
The words sent a chill up her spine and she froze. She would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Now turn around," he said. Not knowing what else to do, she pivoted slowly until she was staring him straight in the eye. His eyes housed the surprise she had felt only moments before. Neither knowing what to say, they continued to stare at one another in silence.
A/N: Sorry it's so short guys...I hope the next one will be a little longer...I'm just a little preoccupied at the moment...I'm trying to juggle two stories to be posted plus a third I'm starting to write out...plus I'm beta-ing a story, and I have mid-terms right now...so I'm trying the best I can at the moment...
A/N: As I mentioned, I'm beta-ing a story...it's really kinda fun...it's called "Change was all they needed" (previously titled "the year of new faces and of dance" I believe...I mentioned it in a previous chappie...), so check it out guys!
A/N: Also, thank you to everyone that has reviewed thus far...the reviews really do help...please, keep 'em coming!
It was late, well past any sane person's bedtime. Her candle burned low as her quill furiously scratched against the parchment. Pausing to replenish her ink, she reread what she had just written.
Love potions, discovered in the 16th century by Frenchwoman Maimez Amore, are a force to be reckoned with. They can be extremely dangerous if used in the wrong way.
"Great," she thought. "A whole two sentences done. Only like a hundred more to go!" Sighing aloud, she decided to go for a quick walk to clear her head. Rising, she blew out her candle and threw on her cloak, which had been tossed aside earlier. Descending the stairs, she opened the door. Sticking her head through the portrait hole, she looked for any signs of Filch or a prefect on duty. Finding none, she scampered down and quietly closed the painting behind her. Thankfully, the Fat Lady wasn't there.
"Where to go?" she thought. "Maybe the library has some books on love potions. It's worth checking out." That settled, she strode off towards the library.
*~*
He'd never really understood the concept of 'tossing and turning' until that night. Sleep just would not come. He thrashed about, one way and then the other, not able to get comfortable. One second he was hot, the next cold, and so on. He couldn't keep his eyes closed; everytime he did, all he saw was her, tears running down her cheeks, hurt flashing in her eyes. Her words echoed through his head:
"But you're the one who said you weren't like this." "How dare you." "Don't touch me Malfoy."
"Oh gods," he whispered. "What have I done?"
Struggling out of bed, he pulled on his robe and slippers. As an afterthought, he pinned on his head-boy badge, just in case he was to run into some stupid little prefect in the hallway. The last thing he needed right now was to try and explain to Dumbledore why exactly it was that he was out at two in the morning, wandering through the hallways.
Opening the door, he started walking, not paying any attention as to where he was going.
*~*
After finding the appropriate section, she began pulling books out at random until she had filled almost an entire table with stacks three and four books high. Pulling up a chair, she grabbed the book closest to her and started flipping through it.
*~*
He walked for some time. At last, he came out of his thoughts long enough to realize where he was. Somehow, he had made his way to the library without him even knowing. He turned to head back when he noticed something. The door was slightly ajar.
"Hmmm...that's strange," he said softy. "Who in their right mind would be studying now?"
*~*
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" she growled in frustration as she came up empty-handed yet again. "Gods! I know Snape did this on purpose. He obviously knows there's absolutely no information on love potions besides what's already in our textbook!"
However, she also knew Snape would not hesitate to fail her if she didn't hand in the essay the following day...or rather, in a couple of hours, seeing as it was already past midnight, but that's just a technicality. Sighing, she picked up another book and began flipping through it.
*~*
He opened the door softly, hoping not to alert whoever was inside to his presence. Slipping through the entranceway, he closed the door equally as quietly. Practically tiptoeing, he made his way through the rows of shelves to the study area. Seeing nothing at first, he waited several seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. Scanning the room, he realized there was a soft glow coming from the far corner. Getting closer, he saw the outline of a person with their back to him. Deciding to use the element of surprise to his advantage, he said menacingly,
"You'd better have a bloody good excuse for being in here this late."
*~*
"You'd better have a bloody good excuse for being in here this late."
The words sent a chill up her spine and she froze. She would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Now turn around," he said. Not knowing what else to do, she pivoted slowly until she was staring him straight in the eye. His eyes housed the surprise she had felt only moments before. Neither knowing what to say, they continued to stare at one another in silence.
A/N: Sorry it's so short guys...I hope the next one will be a little longer...I'm just a little preoccupied at the moment...I'm trying to juggle two stories to be posted plus a third I'm starting to write out...plus I'm beta-ing a story, and I have mid-terms right now...so I'm trying the best I can at the moment...
A/N: As I mentioned, I'm beta-ing a story...it's really kinda fun...it's called "Change was all they needed" (previously titled "the year of new faces and of dance" I believe...I mentioned it in a previous chappie...), so check it out guys!
A/N: Also, thank you to everyone that has reviewed thus far...the reviews really do help...please, keep 'em coming!