A/N: yeah um new chapter...I re-updated chapter one so it's not all one
paragraph...I dunno if I'm gonna keep updating tho since you kids don't
bloody review or anything so I don't know if you actually like this or not
so read this chapter and you'd better review coz if you enjoy and wanna
know more then ur not going to...blahhhhh hehehehe I can be evil too so have
fun now-I told you it gets better
DISCLAIMER: I only own Kaylyn (sadly).
Chapter 3:
Draco continued to watch Kaylyn during Care of Magical Creatures the next morning. The class itself wasn't bad, even by Hagrid standards, though it didn't stop Draco from making snide comments. They did nothing more than discuss dragons and read passages from books Hagrid provided for them.
In potions after lunch, Snape handed back their potions from the day before and a list of questions the partners were to ask each other. Draco and Kaylyn seated themselves at two desks in a corner. Other members of the class were scattered in secluded parts of the room, many giving each other deathly glares.
"Do you want to drink first or should I?" Kaylyn asked.
"You can," said Draco a little too quickly.
Kaylyn smiled knowingly and drank her half of the potion. She grimaced as she swallowed then looked at Draco.
"Right, um...what is your life like at home?"
"Not much of anything."
Draco looked at her a moment. "Is that it?"
"For now."
Again Draco looked at her, and then noticed something. The shields behind her eyes were gone. The only problem was, Draco didn't know how to see into what was there.
"Second question," said Draco finally, "what is your greatest fear?"
Kaylyn snorted, shaking her head and taking a deep breath. "Love."
Draco looked at her again, frowning slightly. Kaylyn looked down to the floor. "What is your greatest joy?" Draco asked.
"Friends."
"Typical," snorted Draco.
Kaylyn's eyes flashed. "If you were me, you'd understand," she said coldly.
"Sorry," mumbled Draco. 'Why do I keep apologizing? What's the matter with me?' Draco thought roughly to himself. He took a deep breath. "Last question; what is your greatest life ambition?"
"Oh, that's easy! To fulfill these prophesies and be rid of these burdens...And maybe to conquer my fear..." she added quietly.
"Not very much detail in here," said Draco looking over his brief notes. "I thought this potion was supposed to loosen our minds?"
"I told you this potion alone wouldn't get you into mine," said Kaylyn shyly. "Your turn, drink up."
Draco took his portion of the potion. It was disgusting. It felt like mud and frogspawn in his mouth. He immediately felt his mind spinning, thoughts and memories whirling-many of which he didn't want to see.
"Ok," he said, looking at Kaylyn reluctantly.
"Alright, what is your life at home like?"
"Awful," said Draco, surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. "Mother is ok...Father is vicious."
Kaylyn was nodding as though she already knew this. "What is your greatest fear?"
"Father finding out I no longer want to be a Death Eater and servant to the Dark Lord."
"What is your greatest joy?"
"Being here...away from home."
"And what is your greatest life ambition?"
"To be free of my Father."
Draco felt breathless, as though merely speaking left him winded. Inside he was beating himself up. How could he say those things aloud? And to Kaylyn!? Draco looked up at Kaylyn again. She was watching him closely.
"It's going to be ok," she said softly.
"What?" snapped Draco defensively.
"I can help you," said Kaylyn quietly.
"And how can you do that?" Draco half sneered.
"I'm not only here for school," Kaylyn said patiently as the bell rang. "Tell me when you want to meet to do the essay," she added over her shoulder as she stood, leaving Draco staring after.
"Oh, that Amrûn girl thinks she's so clever!" Pansy snarled at dinner that evening, glaring over towards the Gryffendor table.
Draco lazily followed her gaze as though he didn't care. Kaylyn was sitting next to Hermione, talking animatedly with a group from her house. Draco also noticed all of the boys stares from around the hall that were on her, or kept darting in the direction of the Gryffendor table. Draco smirked and looked back to Pansy, who was fuming.
"Calm down," Draco drawled.
Pansy looked to him and instantly her eyes adopted a puppy-eyed expression. "And you have to work with her, Draco," she simpered. "Was it horrible? Do you miss me?"
"No," said Draco lazily.
Pansy opened her mouth but no words came out. Draco took the opportunity and stood. He looked to Kaylyn and again caught her eye. Harry whirled, following Kaylyn's gaze in her momentary laps. He glared at Draco, who smirked back in return.
"Oy, Malfoy!" a voice called across the entrance hall as Draco mounted the stairs.
Draco turned to see Harry storming towards him. "What now, Potter?" he drawled.
"I want you to stay away from Kaylyn. FAR away from her!"
"What, Potter? Afraid I'm going to steal your little crush?" Draco sneered.
"You haven't kept your eyes off her since she got here!" Harry shouted.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't play innocent," Harry snarled. "Kaylyn's one of us."
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Draco dangerously.
"You know what I mean," hissed Harry, his green eyes flashing and lightning scar standing out.
"Look Potter," said Draco angrily, "just because of my family and our...background, doesn't mean I'm after Kaylyn. I just need her help."
"Her help! That's a good one, Malfoy!"
"Yes, I'm sure you just love that, Potter," Draco spat. "Seeing a Malfoy admit he needs help. Trust me, this is a once and a lifetime thing."
With that Draco turned on his heel and swept up the stairs back towards the Heads Dorms. He needed to get away from everyone so he could clear his head, which was still spinning and buzzing since Potions.
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As Draco went down to breakfast the next morning, he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and get some control over himself. He had slept badly that night, his sleep interrupted by some restless dreams. All of which concerned Kaylyn. Never in his life had Draco ever been this caught up over a girl, and never so quickly.
Draco suddenly snapped back to the present as he turned the corner to the next corridor. He saw Kaylyn immerging from the Gryffendor portrait hole. She didn't seem to notice him and continued down the hall, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
Stealthily, Draco crept up behind her. "Why do you do this to me?" he hissed in her ear.
Kaylyn spun around. "What?"
"This is all your fault!" said Draco.
"What are you talking about?" said Kaylyn, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Don't play dumb with me!" snapped Draco. "You're doing this to me on purpose!"
"I'm not doing anything to!" Kaylyn cried desperately.
"Then why am I such a wreck?" Draco yelled back. "Ever since YOU came here, I've been a nervous wreck! And now I have Saint Potter breathing down my neck because of you!"
"Harry's just concerned! You two have a sketchy past!"
"I bet he's told you all about that," snarled Draco.
Kaylyn frowned. "A little bit. The rest isn't too hard to figure out."
"And have you been telling dear Harry some things too?"
Kaylyn looked shocked. "Of course not! I offered to help you, Draco, because I know you NEED it. I also know that I can't help you unless you trust me."
"How can I trust you when you get me like this?" Draco cried.
"Like what? You look fine."
"No, you don't understand!" said Draco almost hysterically. "I'm a MAFOY. Malfoy's don't get panicked!"
"I thought you wanted to get away from the Malfoy image," Kaylyn said quietly. "While you still ponder over that, maybe you should get a reality check. Just because you're a Malfoy, you're still a human," and with that she turned away.
"Oh no!" Draco snapped. "You're not going anywhere!"
Draco grabbed Kaylyn's wrist and then froze. His heart started pounding the moment he touched her skin, an image of a phoenix and blazing fire flashed for a fraction of a second before his eyes. A numb sort of buzz started in the back of his mind. Kaylyn, too, froze, and the two just stared at each other.
Kaylyn snapped out of it first. "Let go."
"No."
"Why not?" she whispered.
Draco was stumped by the question. He stared blankly at Kaylyn again, and then surprisingly let go.
"See you in class," she said softly though her voice shook slightly.
"Yeah..." Draco said.
He stood as she turned and went to breakfast. When Kaylyn turned the corner, Draco finally let out his breath. He looked at his hand, but it was just a normal hand. He stood in the hall until a portrait near by cleared its throat and snapped Draco back to the present again. He went to breakfast with his mind buzzing even more than when he woke up. In reality, he still wasn't hungry and Pansy's prattle was giving him a headache. Draco soon got up and left. As he entered the entrance hall, he saw Kaylyn mounting the stairs with Weasley.
"Amrûn!" Draco called.
Kaylyn and Ron both stopped. Ron glared at Draco, but Kaylyn said something to him and came back down the stairs.
"Head Dorms, Saturday night, potions essay," Draco said.
"Sure. Feeling better?"
"No."
"You will," and with that she rejoined Ron.
The rest of the week passed quickly enough. Draco was still having dreams that left him somewhat shaky and baffled in the morning. Though he tried to act normal, he knew that Kaylyn knew something was wrong, but she never asked. Draco could tell she knew more than she let on to.
Draco told Hermione that Kaylyn was coming to the Head Dorms Saturday night to do their potions essay and for her not to bother them. He didn't want them to start chattering about whatever it was Gryffendor girls talk about. Hermione had smiled sarcastically, but agreed to leave them to their work. She did warn Draco that Harry would not be pleased, and glowered when Draco made a comment of Harry's immature crush.
"They have a deeper bond than you could ever understand, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped.
"Oh try me, Granger," sneered Draco but Hermione ignored him.
Kaylyn arrived around seven. Though Draco was feeling the strangest sensations in his stomach, he worked hard not to show it. At first they discussed their essay and what sort of things about the questions they wanted included. By nine they were silent, the sound of scratching quills and a crackling fire the only sound in the common room.
Draco kept glancing over at Kaylyn as they worked. They were sitting together on the couch. Kaylyn was writing steadily, sometimes checking the open book on the table. Draco tried to write, but he couldn't concentrate. He could only think about Kaylyn and how close she was and how good she smelled and how weird he was feeling.
"Kaylyn?" Draco finally said, almost timidly.
"Yeah?" said Kaylyn, not even looking up as she checked the book and wrote something.
Draco bit his lip and just stared at her.
"Draco, what is it?" Kaylyn said again, looking over at him.
"I...uh...I...never mind," Draco mumbled and looked away.
"Ok..." said Kaylyn, going back to her essay.
Draco mentally kicked himself. 'Grow up, Malfoy! She's just a girl! A very attractive and powerful girl! You've never had problems with them before!' but another voice in his mind answered. 'She's not like the others.'
"Kaylyn?" Draco ventured again.
"Hmm?" mumbled Kaylyn.
Again Draco bit his lip and just stared at her.
Kaylyn looked up at Draco's silence. "Draco, what is it? Just spit it out."
"I want to kiss you!" Draco blurted out.
He just stared at Kaylyn a moment, his mind and heart racing. He couldn't believe he had said that. Kaylyn cocked an eyebrow, her lip twitching slightly. Draco leaned forward slowly, he hesitated a moment, and then his lips met Kaylyn. He gently touched her cheek, their kiss deepening as he pulled her closer. He felt his heart and mind buzzing like had had never felt before.
Hope you liked. I told you it gets better and better. Now please please please review coz I would hate to deprive you from my brilliance if no one bothers to respond to this. And that would just be soooo tragic to the 69th power squared yeah you heard me right
DISCLAIMER: I only own Kaylyn (sadly).
Chapter 3:
Draco continued to watch Kaylyn during Care of Magical Creatures the next morning. The class itself wasn't bad, even by Hagrid standards, though it didn't stop Draco from making snide comments. They did nothing more than discuss dragons and read passages from books Hagrid provided for them.
In potions after lunch, Snape handed back their potions from the day before and a list of questions the partners were to ask each other. Draco and Kaylyn seated themselves at two desks in a corner. Other members of the class were scattered in secluded parts of the room, many giving each other deathly glares.
"Do you want to drink first or should I?" Kaylyn asked.
"You can," said Draco a little too quickly.
Kaylyn smiled knowingly and drank her half of the potion. She grimaced as she swallowed then looked at Draco.
"Right, um...what is your life like at home?"
"Not much of anything."
Draco looked at her a moment. "Is that it?"
"For now."
Again Draco looked at her, and then noticed something. The shields behind her eyes were gone. The only problem was, Draco didn't know how to see into what was there.
"Second question," said Draco finally, "what is your greatest fear?"
Kaylyn snorted, shaking her head and taking a deep breath. "Love."
Draco looked at her again, frowning slightly. Kaylyn looked down to the floor. "What is your greatest joy?" Draco asked.
"Friends."
"Typical," snorted Draco.
Kaylyn's eyes flashed. "If you were me, you'd understand," she said coldly.
"Sorry," mumbled Draco. 'Why do I keep apologizing? What's the matter with me?' Draco thought roughly to himself. He took a deep breath. "Last question; what is your greatest life ambition?"
"Oh, that's easy! To fulfill these prophesies and be rid of these burdens...And maybe to conquer my fear..." she added quietly.
"Not very much detail in here," said Draco looking over his brief notes. "I thought this potion was supposed to loosen our minds?"
"I told you this potion alone wouldn't get you into mine," said Kaylyn shyly. "Your turn, drink up."
Draco took his portion of the potion. It was disgusting. It felt like mud and frogspawn in his mouth. He immediately felt his mind spinning, thoughts and memories whirling-many of which he didn't want to see.
"Ok," he said, looking at Kaylyn reluctantly.
"Alright, what is your life at home like?"
"Awful," said Draco, surprised at the words coming out of his mouth. "Mother is ok...Father is vicious."
Kaylyn was nodding as though she already knew this. "What is your greatest fear?"
"Father finding out I no longer want to be a Death Eater and servant to the Dark Lord."
"What is your greatest joy?"
"Being here...away from home."
"And what is your greatest life ambition?"
"To be free of my Father."
Draco felt breathless, as though merely speaking left him winded. Inside he was beating himself up. How could he say those things aloud? And to Kaylyn!? Draco looked up at Kaylyn again. She was watching him closely.
"It's going to be ok," she said softly.
"What?" snapped Draco defensively.
"I can help you," said Kaylyn quietly.
"And how can you do that?" Draco half sneered.
"I'm not only here for school," Kaylyn said patiently as the bell rang. "Tell me when you want to meet to do the essay," she added over her shoulder as she stood, leaving Draco staring after.
"Oh, that Amrûn girl thinks she's so clever!" Pansy snarled at dinner that evening, glaring over towards the Gryffendor table.
Draco lazily followed her gaze as though he didn't care. Kaylyn was sitting next to Hermione, talking animatedly with a group from her house. Draco also noticed all of the boys stares from around the hall that were on her, or kept darting in the direction of the Gryffendor table. Draco smirked and looked back to Pansy, who was fuming.
"Calm down," Draco drawled.
Pansy looked to him and instantly her eyes adopted a puppy-eyed expression. "And you have to work with her, Draco," she simpered. "Was it horrible? Do you miss me?"
"No," said Draco lazily.
Pansy opened her mouth but no words came out. Draco took the opportunity and stood. He looked to Kaylyn and again caught her eye. Harry whirled, following Kaylyn's gaze in her momentary laps. He glared at Draco, who smirked back in return.
"Oy, Malfoy!" a voice called across the entrance hall as Draco mounted the stairs.
Draco turned to see Harry storming towards him. "What now, Potter?" he drawled.
"I want you to stay away from Kaylyn. FAR away from her!"
"What, Potter? Afraid I'm going to steal your little crush?" Draco sneered.
"You haven't kept your eyes off her since she got here!" Harry shouted.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't play innocent," Harry snarled. "Kaylyn's one of us."
"What's that supposed to mean?" said Draco dangerously.
"You know what I mean," hissed Harry, his green eyes flashing and lightning scar standing out.
"Look Potter," said Draco angrily, "just because of my family and our...background, doesn't mean I'm after Kaylyn. I just need her help."
"Her help! That's a good one, Malfoy!"
"Yes, I'm sure you just love that, Potter," Draco spat. "Seeing a Malfoy admit he needs help. Trust me, this is a once and a lifetime thing."
With that Draco turned on his heel and swept up the stairs back towards the Heads Dorms. He needed to get away from everyone so he could clear his head, which was still spinning and buzzing since Potions.
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As Draco went down to breakfast the next morning, he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed and get some control over himself. He had slept badly that night, his sleep interrupted by some restless dreams. All of which concerned Kaylyn. Never in his life had Draco ever been this caught up over a girl, and never so quickly.
Draco suddenly snapped back to the present as he turned the corner to the next corridor. He saw Kaylyn immerging from the Gryffendor portrait hole. She didn't seem to notice him and continued down the hall, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
Stealthily, Draco crept up behind her. "Why do you do this to me?" he hissed in her ear.
Kaylyn spun around. "What?"
"This is all your fault!" said Draco.
"What are you talking about?" said Kaylyn, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Don't play dumb with me!" snapped Draco. "You're doing this to me on purpose!"
"I'm not doing anything to!" Kaylyn cried desperately.
"Then why am I such a wreck?" Draco yelled back. "Ever since YOU came here, I've been a nervous wreck! And now I have Saint Potter breathing down my neck because of you!"
"Harry's just concerned! You two have a sketchy past!"
"I bet he's told you all about that," snarled Draco.
Kaylyn frowned. "A little bit. The rest isn't too hard to figure out."
"And have you been telling dear Harry some things too?"
Kaylyn looked shocked. "Of course not! I offered to help you, Draco, because I know you NEED it. I also know that I can't help you unless you trust me."
"How can I trust you when you get me like this?" Draco cried.
"Like what? You look fine."
"No, you don't understand!" said Draco almost hysterically. "I'm a MAFOY. Malfoy's don't get panicked!"
"I thought you wanted to get away from the Malfoy image," Kaylyn said quietly. "While you still ponder over that, maybe you should get a reality check. Just because you're a Malfoy, you're still a human," and with that she turned away.
"Oh no!" Draco snapped. "You're not going anywhere!"
Draco grabbed Kaylyn's wrist and then froze. His heart started pounding the moment he touched her skin, an image of a phoenix and blazing fire flashed for a fraction of a second before his eyes. A numb sort of buzz started in the back of his mind. Kaylyn, too, froze, and the two just stared at each other.
Kaylyn snapped out of it first. "Let go."
"No."
"Why not?" she whispered.
Draco was stumped by the question. He stared blankly at Kaylyn again, and then surprisingly let go.
"See you in class," she said softly though her voice shook slightly.
"Yeah..." Draco said.
He stood as she turned and went to breakfast. When Kaylyn turned the corner, Draco finally let out his breath. He looked at his hand, but it was just a normal hand. He stood in the hall until a portrait near by cleared its throat and snapped Draco back to the present again. He went to breakfast with his mind buzzing even more than when he woke up. In reality, he still wasn't hungry and Pansy's prattle was giving him a headache. Draco soon got up and left. As he entered the entrance hall, he saw Kaylyn mounting the stairs with Weasley.
"Amrûn!" Draco called.
Kaylyn and Ron both stopped. Ron glared at Draco, but Kaylyn said something to him and came back down the stairs.
"Head Dorms, Saturday night, potions essay," Draco said.
"Sure. Feeling better?"
"No."
"You will," and with that she rejoined Ron.
The rest of the week passed quickly enough. Draco was still having dreams that left him somewhat shaky and baffled in the morning. Though he tried to act normal, he knew that Kaylyn knew something was wrong, but she never asked. Draco could tell she knew more than she let on to.
Draco told Hermione that Kaylyn was coming to the Head Dorms Saturday night to do their potions essay and for her not to bother them. He didn't want them to start chattering about whatever it was Gryffendor girls talk about. Hermione had smiled sarcastically, but agreed to leave them to their work. She did warn Draco that Harry would not be pleased, and glowered when Draco made a comment of Harry's immature crush.
"They have a deeper bond than you could ever understand, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped.
"Oh try me, Granger," sneered Draco but Hermione ignored him.
Kaylyn arrived around seven. Though Draco was feeling the strangest sensations in his stomach, he worked hard not to show it. At first they discussed their essay and what sort of things about the questions they wanted included. By nine they were silent, the sound of scratching quills and a crackling fire the only sound in the common room.
Draco kept glancing over at Kaylyn as they worked. They were sitting together on the couch. Kaylyn was writing steadily, sometimes checking the open book on the table. Draco tried to write, but he couldn't concentrate. He could only think about Kaylyn and how close she was and how good she smelled and how weird he was feeling.
"Kaylyn?" Draco finally said, almost timidly.
"Yeah?" said Kaylyn, not even looking up as she checked the book and wrote something.
Draco bit his lip and just stared at her.
"Draco, what is it?" Kaylyn said again, looking over at him.
"I...uh...I...never mind," Draco mumbled and looked away.
"Ok..." said Kaylyn, going back to her essay.
Draco mentally kicked himself. 'Grow up, Malfoy! She's just a girl! A very attractive and powerful girl! You've never had problems with them before!' but another voice in his mind answered. 'She's not like the others.'
"Kaylyn?" Draco ventured again.
"Hmm?" mumbled Kaylyn.
Again Draco bit his lip and just stared at her.
Kaylyn looked up at Draco's silence. "Draco, what is it? Just spit it out."
"I want to kiss you!" Draco blurted out.
He just stared at Kaylyn a moment, his mind and heart racing. He couldn't believe he had said that. Kaylyn cocked an eyebrow, her lip twitching slightly. Draco leaned forward slowly, he hesitated a moment, and then his lips met Kaylyn. He gently touched her cheek, their kiss deepening as he pulled her closer. He felt his heart and mind buzzing like had had never felt before.
Hope you liked. I told you it gets better and better. Now please please please review coz I would hate to deprive you from my brilliance if no one bothers to respond to this. And that would just be soooo tragic to the 69th power squared yeah you heard me right