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Authors Note:  Stupid school, how I loathe and despise it! Yet how I love learning! Oh if life were so much easier. Sorry that it took me so long to update…I've been quite daft the past week. THANKS A MILLION GALLEONS TO THOES WHO HAVE READ AND REVIEWED!!!

Chapter 6…

Draco took a seat at a table directly in the middle of the library. His hands were uncontrollably sweaty. His Heart raced in his chest, his breathing was as hard as when he played Quidditch, only he wasn't 70 feet in mid-air. His leg wouldn't keep still.

Nervous.

He didn't like this feeling, it wasn't a common feeling for a Malfoy. Only happened to him when he saw a bludger about to hit him.  He never felt like this. How could someone make him feel like this.

Mad. That's it, I've gone mad.

He sat there for what seemed like eternity. He sat there in silence, motionless…staring at the black leather bound book.

As if someone dropped it out of the sky.

He wiped the sweat on his hands onto his pants when the library suddenly went dark. He was about to get up and see what happened when he heard light footsteps echo in the darkness, and they seemed to be coming closer.

They were across the table, a chair was pulled out, and then a chair was scooted in.

"Hello Draco." A most melodious voice spoke to him.

"Are you, the poet?" Draco was unsure.

"Yes, I am the poet." She replied, "So have you liked them?"

"Very much so." He spoke quickly.

"Really. Thank you, it means more than you know."

"In…in the poems you always write about someone…" Draco paused, "Anyone I know?"

She gave out a small laugh, "I'm sure."

"I'm sorry, Its just, I really hoped I'd get to see you."

"Oh. But you have." She intriguingly replied.

"Do you love him?" Draco spoke up.

"Pardon me?" She was confused.

"The someone you almost always write about."

"Possibly. Its, complicated." She sounded discontent.

"Does he know?" Draco knew he was pushing it…

She let out a sigh.

"Does he?" Draco didn't know why he was asking all these questions.

"I don't, know." She said in an almost whisper.

"You never told him." Draco spoke and silently rocked back and forth, "You should."

She smiled the most beautiful smile, but of course Draco couldn't see.

"I would, but…" Her voice drifted off…

"But what? You're obviously beautiful, prefect, Top of the class, I mean your hairs isn't all that bushy, if only you'd stop hanging around that Golden boy and Weas…" Draco shook his head violently. What was he ranting on about?!? Was he just rambling about…Granger?

No.

She coughed, well more like a choke cough.

"I'm sorry I have to go." She said in a hastened voice, with a hint of nervousness, but Draco didn't notice the latter. She stood up.

"I'm sorry, but, are you attending the Autumn Ball?" Draco came up with one quick question.

"I'll definitely see you there." She said while she stood up and took a chair next to Draco.

He breathed in her air..and suddenly he felt the softest thing in the world, her lips on his. He didn't dare try and deepen the kiss. He held her tightly. It lasted for what seemed forever, but was really just a moment, until she broke the kiss.

"Draco" She placed her two fingers on his lips to keep him quiet, "I'll see you at the dance."

At that he heard her run to the exit. In that moment all he wanted was to run after her and embrace her one last time. The worst of him took control and he sat back down on the chair and rested his head on the table. Slowly he rose up in the seat and took in a deep breath and breathed it out even slower…

"Strawberry."

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Does he know who the mysterious poet is!? Who is she anyways!?! Hmm…I wonder… I guess I'll just have to finish the fic!!!

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