The next morning Chloe woke up in Draco's room alone. As her memory of
last night came alive, she suddenly felt numb. Draco wasn't exactly who
she thought he was. 'He's never hurt me before! And he never will!' Chloe
thought as she climbed out of the warm bed.
"Thought you were going to sleep all day," Draco said looking at the clock on the wall.
"Well . . . your bed was comfy, and warm."
"Really? Yes, I agree my bed is comfortable!"
"Well . . ."
"You seem to like that word this morning."
"Yes . . . w . . . I slept better last night, than I have all summer. Can you explain that?"
"WELL . . . It could possibly just be that my bed was comfortable." Draco said.
"Yes . . . possibly . . . or maybe it was you," Chloe said with one eyebrow raised.
"WELL . . . we'll just have to find out," Draco said slowly.
"How do you think we should go about that?"
"WELL, we . . ."
"Stop mocking me! ! !" Chloe said swatting at his arm.
"Do I have to? Oh all right! We could stay in your room tonight."
"Fine . . ." Chloe said walking out of the room, "I'm going outside to read. For the storm we had last night, the weather is wonderful today." Before Draco could respond Chloe was out the kitchen door and headed for the library.
Ever since the second day at Severus' house Chloe had refused to wear wizard robes. She said they were much too warm to wear in the summer. Today was no different from the rest; Chloe was dressing in a pair of muggle jean shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top. Draco sat staring at the doorframe where Chloe had just left. 'Something's different this morning . . . maybe reading outside does sound good.' He thought. Once outside Draco stood there admiring Chloe. She wasn't really anything like her uncle. She was small with blue eyes, her hair was dark but it was accented with a caramel color. She was still pale, despite the amount of time the two of them spent in the lake. And then, it hit him . . . it wasn't him who was different, it was her. He had looked her over as usual, but she hadn't done the normal; she hadn't tried to hex him. He didn't honestly know how long he had been standing there when he heard her voice.
"Draco! . . . How long do you plan to star at me? You are in my light." Chloe said. He didn't move, or take his eyes off of her. She had turned over and was now on her back glaring up at him. He noticed she didn't look happy.
"Oh . . . right. Sorry." He said not quite sure what she had said.
"Are you . . ." Chloe started, and then I happened; she was half sitting up, resting on her elbows, he was sitting on the ground next to her, neither one had time to think, it was almost magnetic. He kissed her? She kissed him? They didn't honestly know. When the kiss was over Draco spoke first.
"I half expected you to hex me from here to tomorrow."
"Well, two days ago I probably would have . . . I still might . . . if you don't do it again."
"What are you reading?' Draco asked lying down on the grass next to Chloe. Her book was a sky blue color without writing, but it had clouds all over the cover.
"Nothing much . . . just something I got interesting in at Windmore."
"There's no words!"
"They're there just give um time . . . the book has to trust you."
"Okay? The words are there, but I still don't quite understand."
"Have you ever heard of Weather Manipulation?" Chloe asked turning to face Draco.
"Sort of . . . it's not some . . . wait a minute, that storm last night . . . did you manipulate that?"
"Not directly . . . I wrote a couple of friends from Windmore. I know how to stop my own storms, but other peoples are impossible to figure out."
"I understand completely now!" Draco said sarcastically, "You didn't actually not like me."
"Exactly . . . I LIKED you but didn't know how you felt, so . . . I wrote to Zoë and Alexis."
"You went through all that . . . wouldn't it have been easier to just ask me?"
"That's making it too simple . . . I like challenges."
"The logic of the female mind worries me."
"You'll get use to me . . . I'm not as complicated as I look." Chloe sad turning over to lay on her stomach and continued reading her book.
"Thought you were going to sleep all day," Draco said looking at the clock on the wall.
"Well . . . your bed was comfy, and warm."
"Really? Yes, I agree my bed is comfortable!"
"Well . . ."
"You seem to like that word this morning."
"Yes . . . w . . . I slept better last night, than I have all summer. Can you explain that?"
"WELL . . . It could possibly just be that my bed was comfortable." Draco said.
"Yes . . . possibly . . . or maybe it was you," Chloe said with one eyebrow raised.
"WELL . . . we'll just have to find out," Draco said slowly.
"How do you think we should go about that?"
"WELL, we . . ."
"Stop mocking me! ! !" Chloe said swatting at his arm.
"Do I have to? Oh all right! We could stay in your room tonight."
"Fine . . ." Chloe said walking out of the room, "I'm going outside to read. For the storm we had last night, the weather is wonderful today." Before Draco could respond Chloe was out the kitchen door and headed for the library.
Ever since the second day at Severus' house Chloe had refused to wear wizard robes. She said they were much too warm to wear in the summer. Today was no different from the rest; Chloe was dressing in a pair of muggle jean shorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top. Draco sat staring at the doorframe where Chloe had just left. 'Something's different this morning . . . maybe reading outside does sound good.' He thought. Once outside Draco stood there admiring Chloe. She wasn't really anything like her uncle. She was small with blue eyes, her hair was dark but it was accented with a caramel color. She was still pale, despite the amount of time the two of them spent in the lake. And then, it hit him . . . it wasn't him who was different, it was her. He had looked her over as usual, but she hadn't done the normal; she hadn't tried to hex him. He didn't honestly know how long he had been standing there when he heard her voice.
"Draco! . . . How long do you plan to star at me? You are in my light." Chloe said. He didn't move, or take his eyes off of her. She had turned over and was now on her back glaring up at him. He noticed she didn't look happy.
"Oh . . . right. Sorry." He said not quite sure what she had said.
"Are you . . ." Chloe started, and then I happened; she was half sitting up, resting on her elbows, he was sitting on the ground next to her, neither one had time to think, it was almost magnetic. He kissed her? She kissed him? They didn't honestly know. When the kiss was over Draco spoke first.
"I half expected you to hex me from here to tomorrow."
"Well, two days ago I probably would have . . . I still might . . . if you don't do it again."
"What are you reading?' Draco asked lying down on the grass next to Chloe. Her book was a sky blue color without writing, but it had clouds all over the cover.
"Nothing much . . . just something I got interesting in at Windmore."
"There's no words!"
"They're there just give um time . . . the book has to trust you."
"Okay? The words are there, but I still don't quite understand."
"Have you ever heard of Weather Manipulation?" Chloe asked turning to face Draco.
"Sort of . . . it's not some . . . wait a minute, that storm last night . . . did you manipulate that?"
"Not directly . . . I wrote a couple of friends from Windmore. I know how to stop my own storms, but other peoples are impossible to figure out."
"I understand completely now!" Draco said sarcastically, "You didn't actually not like me."
"Exactly . . . I LIKED you but didn't know how you felt, so . . . I wrote to Zoë and Alexis."
"You went through all that . . . wouldn't it have been easier to just ask me?"
"That's making it too simple . . . I like challenges."
"The logic of the female mind worries me."
"You'll get use to me . . . I'm not as complicated as I look." Chloe sad turning over to lay on her stomach and continued reading her book.