Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters. I do however own these poems, which I have made up in my head especially for this FanFiction.

Authors Note:

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On with the Story…

Chapter 4:

It was a cold gray Sunday morning like it always is. Draco had waked up at 5:30 am, and he had just gone out for a morning run around the school. He had quidditch practice after breakfast and he decided to get an early start. Draco loved running it was almost as great as flying high in the sky, just high enough to let himself clear his head… that is exactly what he was doing as he was running. He felt like nothing could stand in his way, no problems, no little black books and anonymous poets, just a clear head.

            Draco had been running for about an hour now and he was beginning to get hungry. He ran from the edge of the lake to the front of the entrance of Hogwarts. He Breathed in fast and closed his eyes for just a second…clearly that was a mistake or was it? Suddenly he felt himself run into a person and he fell onto the newly dewed grass.

"I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." Draco said again for the second time as he rubbed his head. Then in an instant he felt a hot flash go all over his body.

Bloody hell what was that…

"No… No problem, completely my fault." A girl's voice, which sounded too familiar.

Draco immediately recognized the voice and he quickly opened his eyes to see…

"Granger???" Draco said now very confused.

She smiled, "I'm really sorry. I just came to give you some…" Hermione held out a plate of bacon, eggs and a biscuit.   

"You came to bring me breakfast? How did you even know I was out here???" Draco asked now confused more than ever.

"I saw you running and you looked hungry." Hermione said hurriedly, and she looked down.

Draco took the plate, the food smelled gorgeous.

Must be poisoned er something.

"It's not poisoned or anything if that's what you're thinking." Hermione let out a faint smile.

She always knows.

Granger Smiled widely, and in an instant Draco felt himself get another hot wave from his head down to his toes.

"Er, Thanks smells gorgeous." Draco grinned slightly, "you didn't have to um, er, do this you know." Then he took a bite from the biscuit.

"I know, see you later." Hermione let out a large smile as she nodded, and giggled just a tad Just as she turned around and strolled back to the castle.

Draco felt a lunge in his chest. Like something was telling him to follow her, he was well on his way too, he took a step, then realized.

Wait just a minute! That's the Mudblood! Don't follow her!

Draco shook his head to get out of this trance that Granger had put him in. He could never admit this in a million years, but he didn't hate the feeling.

Got to get to quidditch practice, yes, quidditch is good…

**After quidditch practice**

Draco showered, got dressed quickly and looked at his room. It was only 9 am.

He fell on his bed and felt something under his back. He reached under his back, and seemed to have pulled out a little black book.

Damn book.

Draco thought, and then he noticed something else. He went to the last page and it wasn't a page. It was a sealed envelope, just as big as one of the pages. That wasn't there before he knew that for sure. Quickly he opened it. It read…

Draco,

            Thank you for keeping my book well. I was startled when I lost it. I know you have it, thanks. I would like my book back, so please meet in the library tonight at 10pm.

                                    Hoping to bump into you again.

How did she get this into my room? He looked around to see that all the windows were shaded and closed. Nothing had been touched since the last time he was there.

Tonight, in the library, we will meet again.

Draco didn't notice but he was grinning like mad. He calmed himself down by reading the next poem…

It hurts to feel like this

It hurts to know

It hurts to look at you

It hurts and it shows

It hurts I can't stand you

It hurts as my chest lunges

It hurts I can't follow through

It hurts just to be there

It hurts knowing you'll never know

It hurts only knowing nothing

Draco could relate. He smirked. He had to go to a prefect meeting in an hour. He was already ready, so he decided to immerse himself into the little black book a bit more…

I'm dying from within

Dying from an eternal sin

I can't help but look your way

Day after day

Knowing you don't care
is more than I can bare

So I turn from you

I can't believe that it's true

I can't believe the one I fell for

Is you

Who is this girl… what it would be to the person she longs for.

Draco decided to take a walk. He got out of his room, without his robes, he just wore black slacks, his black polished dragon hide boots, and a silver tinted green button down shirt.

 

 Draco made it out of the common room with out being ambushed by Pansy. Thank Merlin for that one. Draco decided to take a walk around the edge of the lake. He was walking for about a good 15 minutes when he spotted a girl sitting atop a boulder writing something down. He couldn't make out whom she was, because she didn't have her school robes on. Draco decided to take a closer look. He didn't know why, but something was drawing Draco to her. Draco walked closer…

"Hey you up there!" Draco yelled to the girl, He tried to look at her but the sun was in his eyes.

"Allo to you too Draco." The girl replied.

"Who… Who is that up there?" Draco was now shading the sun from his eyes.

"Lets say I'm someone you know." The girl replied sharply.

"If I knew who you we're I'd think I'd have the manners to remember your name." Draco responded, the sun was really getting annoying. Draco leaned his shoulder on the boulder and looked at the lake while he talked to this girl.

"I said I'm someone you know, I didn't say you'd know my name." The girl replied she had developed a game.

"Alright you win, I'll lay off the name. So why are you so intent on keeping your identity secret?" Draco was making what seemed to be small talk, when in fact he was hoping he'd get some information out of her.

"Lets just say I have my reasons Draco." What could Draco say? This girl had spunk.

"Right, a girl with reasons. Brilliant, would this girl like to give me any clues as to who she is?" Draco knew he was pushing it.

"No not really." The girl said coolly. Draco could hear her quill scribbling against the parchment.

"Hmm, well it's time for tea. Care to join me?" Draco hoped that she would accept.

"I'll take a rain check on that one Draco, I'm not hungry." The girl wasn't planning to have tea with Draco any time soon.

"Rain Check???" Draco wasn't accustomed to this term.

"Oh yes you're not… well it means we'll have to do it sometime later." The girl cleared up that slang with Draco.

"Uh, well then. A rain check it is then. I'll just be going then." Draco nodded his head to himself and turned around to walk back up to the school.

"Hoping to bump into you soon." The girl said loudly so Draco could hear it from where he stood. As soon as her voice caught his ear he froze. Draco immediately  turned around and looked atop the boulder again, only this time there was no girl there.

Did he dream her up? Was Draco going mad? (a/n: thought that would clear a lot of things up.)

I've got to stop eating things that Granger gives me.

Draco shook it off,

She was there. She was there. I'm not going mad. She was there...

Draco said this over and over reassuring himself. He walked into the great hall and took a scone. He sat at the end of the Slytherin table as far away from Goyle, Crabbe, Zabini, and Parkinson as possible. Draco took a cup of pumpkin juice and took out the book. He flipped to a random page towards  the end near the envelope.

The silent tears

Stream on my face

The look of unfinished years

Play in my head

Seven years of heaven

Seven years of hell

Will they stay unfinished

Only time will tell

I don't have the mind to tell you

Only the heart to love you

I'll never know if you could love me too

I'll never know the feel of your kiss

Though we we're never really together

It's you that I'll truly  miss

Draco looked at the next poem, he found the same theme… depression. Poems of this girl who couldn't have this boy that she loved. If he was her muse, if it was him who was triggering all these poems why couldn't she be with him. It reminded him of the old wizard's tale about a witch named Juliet and a wizard named Romeo, two crossed lovers who couldn't love each other due to their two families were sworn enemies… he was thinking about this when he came to reality…

"Malfoy." He heard someone call him. With a dazed look on his face he looked up.

"We have to go, prefect meeting, about the Dance. Don't tell me you forgot? The dance… its in 2 days… C'mon Malfoy, or we'll be late." Hermione smiled and tilted her head towards the grand hall doors.

He instantly felt a hot flash all over his body. He has grown to fancy the feeling, though he would deny this of course… Draco nodded his head. He felt a lunge in his chest and decided to follow through this time……………………………….

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