It's cold on top of the Astronomy Tower. Especially when you're standing up there at one o'clock in the morning and not wearing a cloak. And when you're leaning against the stone where the cold can seep into your blood. But I didn't care, I was already cold.
The thought that Harry would never love me chilled me enough without having to be up there. He was dating Hermione, and I was happy for them, on the outside. When I found out, something inside me broke. I didn't cry, I just sort of withdrew from everything. I'd stopped having a crush on him in second year. By now, my fifth year, I was in love him. Deeply devoted, almost to the point where I would sell my soul to get him the quill he wanted.
Yeah, I was in deep. Way too deep. And I couldn't do a thing about it. So I was up on top of the Astronomy Tower at one o'clock in the morning, freezing my butt off. And I was miserable. For some reason I always went up there. I guess I always hoped the stars would sooth me. Yeah right. Despite the chill, my blood was boiling.
Hermione knew that I loved Harry, and she had asked him out anyway. At that moment I hated her. She and Harry were the last thing I wanted to see. The only person possibly worse could be Ron. He would just botch everything up. Right now I hated everyone. I wasn't in a very Gryffindor mood and I was very cold.
All of a sudden, I felt something slide on my shoulders and turned my head to see I giant black cloak. Oh great, I thought, just what I need, company determined on cheering me up. I spun around with a glare on my face, expecting to met a smiling Gryffindor face. I was not expecting to see Draco Malfoy. And seeing as he was alone that meant one thing. He had put his cloak around my shoulders.
"Malfoy," I stated, with a glare that was sure to make any Gryffindor shrivel in fear. He slowly spun around to face me and looked straight into my eyes. And slowly my glare eased from my face.
"Weasley," He said simply, and I almost thought I heard resignation in his voice, "I thought you were a cloak rack. My mistake." But he made no move to take his cloak back from me.
"Why you would come up here to take off your cloak, I can not fathom. Perhaps the cold suits your heart well. If you have one. Here, have it back." I shrugged off the cloak and held it out for him to take.
"Keep it. I wouldn't dare touch Weasley filth. I would have to sterilize it." He said, still staring into my eyes. I slowly drew the cloak around me and turned away from his penetrating stare. I felt arms slid around my stomach and breath on the back of my neck.
"Not up here sulking about Potty and the Mudblood, are you?" His breath tickled the hairs on my neck.
"Why do you care?" My voice was barely a whisper and I wished his touch didn't make me so breathless.
"Maybe I could make it all better," He trailed off. He spun me around in his arms and backed me up against the wall, our eyes locked. His gaze shifted to my lips, and before I knew what was happening he was kissing me.
I'd been kissed before, but those kisses were nothing like this. It was full of passion and hunger. I could have stayed there for hours. But he broke it off, in my mind way too soon. His lips were swollen and his hair in his eyes. He looked at me once more, then spun away and down the stairs, leaving me staring after him, leaning against the wall, wishing for more.