A/N: Thanks to

Elissa for her reveiw, but quite frankly I was hoping for a little more feedback than one review. Come on people! I need to know these things! Oh, and I'm sorry this took so long, I got damn writers' block halfway through it. Damn you writers' block! I curse thee to the depths of eternal hellfire! By the way, R R!

Draco sighed for what must have been the hundredth time. Trying to catch up on four days work plus the current things was a real nightmare.

"Don't worry Draco." Tamora assured him. "It won't be long and this will all be finished and then things can get back to normal."

"I just don't want to deal with this right now. All I want is the freedom that only comes from a broomstick, you know?"

She shrugged. "Not really. I've never been on one."

"What? Never?"

She shook her head regretfully. "Grandfather said it was too dangerous and he didn't want me getting hurt."

He grinned wickedly. "There's a first time for everything." He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Follow me."

"But we might get in trouble!" she protested as she was dragged across the room.

Draco turned back to her. "Come on Tamora, live a little."

"You ready?"

"I guess." Tamora said nervously, tightening her grip around Draco's waist. When the broom left the ground, she squealed in fright and buried her face into his back.

When they were above the seats surrounding the pitch, he turned back to her. "Tamora, you're missing a beautiful view. Just look, nothing bad will happen. I promise you that you're safe with me, okay?"

She sat up and slowly opened her eyes. "Wow." She breathed, taking in the scenery before her, the moonlight basking everything in a surreal glow. She looked down. "This is amazing." She rested her head on his shoulder.

He turned and smiled at her. "Thought you'd like it."

"Like it? I love it!" she laughed out of pure joy.

Draco was struck once more by just how beautiful she was. Even more so in the moonlight, her eyes shining with delight. It was then that the realization hit him. He'd fallen for her without even knowing.

Something had to be done about this. "You know what?" He asked her quietly. "This is nothing compared to spending time with you."

Confusion filled her eyes. Confusion tinged with both hope and pain. "What do you mean Draco?"

He paused for a moment, trying to find the right words. "You're the only person at this school that I can actually talk to."

"Oh." Was all she said to that. "We should probably get back. It's pretty late." She added heavily.

"Okay." Draco said. Inside, he was cursing. He'd missed his chance!

As they touched down, both of them were silently berating themselves. Draco for not saying what he'd been thinking and Tamora for thinking about something that she thought would never happen.

"As if I'd even have a chance with him." She thought gloomily.

Draco looked at her face. She seemed upset about something. Had it been him? Did she want the same as he did? Either way, he had to bite the bullet and tell her. He took a deep, steadying breath. It didn't help that much. "Tamora," he said gently, "there's another reason I like spending time with you."

"What?" she asked, the tiniest glint of hope lighting up in her eyes.

"It's because you're beautiful, inside and out." He lent in towards her, gently touching his lips to hers. When he pulled back to look at her face, it wasn't happy as he'd hoped it would be. Instead her eyes were welling up with unshed tears. His heart sank. He'd been wrong.

"Draco I-" she started, having trouble finding the words. "I can't do this. I don't know if I can trust you."

"Because of my reputation?" he asked glumly.

She shook her head. "No. Not that. I don't know if I could trust anyone. I'm sorry." She said as she turned away from him and started walking back up to the castle.

"How can I prove myself!" Draco called out to her.

She turned back to face him. "I don't know." She said quietly, then walked off, back to the castle and the safety of her bed, leaving Draco to put away his broom alone.

Draco paused with his fist just an inch from the door. He took a deep, steadying breath and tried to summon up his courage. He had to do this. He finally managed to knock.

"Come in." said the voice from the other side.

Draco walked slowly into Snape's office like a man condemned. "Sir, I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it Draco?" Snape said tersely. "I have very important things to do."

"Iwanrsnfrtquidteam." He mumbled, completely inaudible.

"This may surprise you, but somehow I didn't understand that." Snape drawled.

Draco swallowed to try and clear his throat which had suddenly dried up. "Sir, I want to resign from the Quidditch team."

"Why would you want to do that?" Snape asked, all the drawl suddenly gone from his voice.

He sighed. "It's just something I have to do Sir."

"Very well. If that is what you want." Snape reluctantly conceded.

By the time Draco managed to find Tamora, it was Tuesday again and she was just heading back to the common room after her potions session.

"Tamora!" he called, running to catch up with her. She stopped and waited for him to get to her, but didn't say anything. "I did it." He said, panting slightly from his run.

"Did what?" Tamora asked, puzzled.

"I found a way to prove myself. I've quit the Quidditch team. I did it for you."

"But…" she started, unable to find the proper words. "But you love Quidditch."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I don't even care if Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup."

He stood and waited for it all to sink in, watched all the emotions play across her face. Sadness, worry, doubt, then finally, happiness. Her face broke into a radiant smile and she threw her arms around his neck.

"Have I proven myself then?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, a thousand time over!" she exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek.

At that, he laughed and swept her up, spinning her around. He was almost afraid that this was all a dream and one day he'd wake up all alone.