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Chapter 3:
Draco made his way to the Library and went to look into Locating and tracking spells so that he could finally find out who wrote really owned this book. He walked into the library to find himself alone. He liked the calmness of it, and he loved the smell of the musty books. He went to the shelf where the spells for binding were and where the spells for searching were and he found a spot in the shelf where at least 5 books were missing…
Draco went to ask Madam Pince about the books… she said they've all been checked out.
Damn. If I'm not mistaken I get the feeling that the author doesn't want to be found.
He went to the middle of the library to where all the shelves met and made a circle to the couches. He took out the little black book again to try and get a picture of who was the author of these poems. He turned to the next page and this time read aloud, quietly to himself…
If I had my heart locked away in a wooden chest
I'd give you the key
If I had one day to remember
I'd have your memory
If I had a sickle for every time I'd caught myself looking at you
I'd have a million galleons
If I had but one chance of happiness I'd be with youIf I could bear my soul
I'd bear it to you
If I could have but one kiss for all eternity
I'd be kissing you
If I had but one life
I'd share it with you
If only these things were true
But only one thing is
These things aren't true
"But I am completely devoted to you. If only." he whispered to himself yet at the same time he thought he heard another voice. He looked around, no one was there… he deeply sighed. He had really thought for a moment someone was there. Maybe he was going Mad. Actually he wished someone were there… someone who knew these poems…someone. Draco smirked to himself as he thought…
If only.
The book was definitely getting to him. He closed the book, resisting his urge to read the next page. He out the book into his pocket and without watching where he was going…
SMACK.
He had hit something or someone and they had both fallen onto the floor. Draco lifted his head to find that he had completely fallen head over heels. Literally. Draco rubbed his head.
"I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." Draco said as he got up not looking directly at whom he had rammed into. The light caught the person in just the perfect position where you couldn't make out who it was, but the light came from behind them so it looked as if they glowed, and the dust was caught in the light, also. All Draco could make out was that it was a girl figure. He felt a hot flash all over his body.
"No. No problem. I have to go now." The Figure of the girl said in a high-pitched voice as it turned a corner and Disappeared behind the bookshelves.
"Wait I didn't get your name!" Draco yelled out knowing he was too late, and was immediately shushed by Madam Pince.
Damn it! Who was that girl?
Draco thought as he rubbed his head. He Got to his feet and straightened out his robes. He found a folded note on the floor; obviously the girl had dropped it. Without hesitation Draco unfolded the note. It read…
I think I know you But you don't know meI know I dream of you
Do you dream of me
I see you sitting there
Can you see me
I feel you walk past me
Did you feel me
I notice you around
Have you noticed me
I think I think too much
But you can't see
The person longing for you
The person is me
The girl. It was her. The same girly handwriting it all fits. There was someone there when he was reading .I'm not going mad after all. She knows I have her book. Is that why she ran off so quickly? WHY!?
Draco walked the same way the mystery girl walked out. He found himself in a familiar area. His favorite spot in the library where the biographies' were
She must have been here while I was looking for the books. How she came in with out me noticing, that's talent.
Draco still had a large headache from the earlier collision. He had just spoken to her. How could he have just let her go like that? Draco was angry and he wondered why she didn't ask for her book back. He took the folded note and placed it in the back of the book. He swiftly made his way out of the library and to his dormitory.
He said "Unsolved mystery" and went inside of the common room. He didn't see Crabbe or Goyle there, he figured they were down in the kitchens. Draco walked up the dark stairs that led to his room. He once again found himself in the same position as he did before, laying in his four-poster bed. He couldn't believe that he had just let her go. Yes he ran into her but then… Draco was too frustrated to think. He took a pillow and put it over his head.
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Hermione was sitting at her bedside table scribbling down something fast then she turned on her Diskman which she enchanted it to play inside of Hogwarts. Today was Mad… she was going all around the school and had a bruise on her leg. She rubbed it gently then, Hermione plopped on her bed and fell asleep.
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