Over the Moon
Chapter One
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Summary: A female Gryffindor runs out late at night, unaware of the creature watching her.
Hermione Granger
Outside was dark when I started running. The night air around me made my breaths come out in icy gasps. I run often outside of Hogwarts. It's part of what's kept me going these past years.
Right now I've been running about ten to fifteen minutes. I usually run for at least twenty to half an hour at times. It keeps me alive inside and out. Nobody knows I run, but once I almost got caught by Filch. No wait a minute, make that twice.
I start heading back towards school, and start jogging a bit faster.
I remember when Professor Lupin came to teach here. I had to be extra careful of him and also of the dementors that surrounded Hogwarts back then. In that time, I didn't run. I couldn't run. Mostly in fear and the danger I'd be in.
Fifth year wasn't exactly better too. But out of it, I sometimes ran. Enjoying the time I managed to receive.
My pace slows down and I start trembling with cold. It's the beginning of January, so it's suppose to be cold here, right. I tug my sweatshirt I have on tighter against me. I was to lazy to take my coat I've got hanging in my dormitory inside.
In time I finish my run, my cheeks pink from the cold. It's late at night, actually it's early morning, around 1 am. I know I stay up late and it's bad for my health, but it's hard for me to sleep at night.
Quickly I enter Hogwarts, my fears and memories returning to me. I brush a piece of my brown hair out of my eyes. I start to tip-toe silently across the tiled floor, hoping nobody here has seen me or heard me.
Draco Malfoy
I can camouflage very well against the edge of the forest. I am skillful and have been doing this as long as I can remember. I watch carefully and longingly at the female before me. She is panting, her hair flying behind her. Her eyes look onwards as she runs softly over the snow covered ground. She hasn't seen me or heard me before. And I don't think that she ever will. She's too lost in her own thoughts to notice anything else.
I started coming here accidently. Not that I would of wanted to on my own free will. I despise Gryffindors of all shapes and sizes. I've been taught that since I was very young. You can't trust anybody either, but in need of friends there are Slytherins.
But I happened to be watching a Gryffindor and have since the end of my second year. I don't stay long, just enough to watch her run.
One night when I was twelve I couldn't sleep. Not that I can anyways, but this day happened to be extremely unbearable to me. And guess what? In my effort I managed to have my grey eyes wander out the window and over school ground. And they couldn't help but spot the mudblood running down below. I went back to bed that night, questions upon questions about the girl inching into my brain.
Why was she out so late? Why did she run? If I wanted to run, I'd do it somewhere with light. But I suppose she wanted to be alone when she ran. I would of wanted it that way, and it's hard to run outside in the morning, without spotting a fellow school student hanging around.
The next day after day, I caught sight of her again, and sneakily got out of the school to see her. The first time I watched her, I did so behind bushes. I wasn't smart enough then, or maybe not brave enough too, to go into the forest and watch her. But ever since then, I have tried with success to come out and join her. Sometimes I wish to come and run with her, side by side. My only fear is that she'll find out I've been with her all along.
A/N: Yeah, I reposted this chapter. But it was so much for the better. Just one or two changes here and there. If anything else is wrong, you've got to tell me specifically! Please r & r!