Salmonella Rhiannon Nyghtflower sat with a heavy heart in the Gryffindor common room as rain angrily lashed the windowpanes, mirroring the tortured, wrenching pain in her soul. She pulled out her parchment and furiously began writing about vampires, trying desperately to drown out the sobs that echoed in her mind. Damn that Draco Malfoy, she thought tormentedly, as tears dripped on the parchment and smeared the ink, something that was sure to displease Professor Floopwinky when he received in the next day. I can't do this anymore. She threw her tainted work on the ground and marched through the portrait hole. I have to get some answers. She had barely taken two steps, when she was nearly knocked off of her feet by the very man she was looking for, currently wearing a deliciously devilish sneer as he strode powerfully down the corridor. She nervously glanced behind her at her tear stained parchment, as she standed up with her head held high, determined not to let him know the paralyzing effect he truly had on her. He wheeled in a flash of robes and blonde hair when he realized she was standing there, and stood glaring malevolently, muscular arms crossed menacingly across his broad chest. Salmonella's eyes stopped on his chest, she was hypnotized by the rise and fall of such a perfect structure. He cleared his throat in annoyance, and she nervously met his stormy grey eyes, eyes which seemed to devour her very soul and still hunger for more. "Well, if it isn't little miss Nyghtflower. What are you doing wandering the corridors at this hour?" At the sound of his rumbling, aristocratic bass voice Salmonella's breathing quickened, and she felt her cheeks redden against her will. "Well?" Salmonella's gaze snapped back up to his deep eyes, embarrassed of her delayed response. "I...I was just..." suddenly all her perfectly calculated conversation starters flew out of her mind, and she stared blankly, lost in the perfection of his eyes. Draco snickered audibly. Say something, Salmonella. She searched for the words but found nothing. His eyes narrowed in recognition, and he said slowly, "I remember now...you're THE Salmonella Nyghtflower...the one everyone says is in love with me." "I.. uh... " Horrified in embarrassment, Salmonella ducked down and began jogging down the corridor, hoping to avoid any further confrontation. So she thinks she can run from me, Draco thought to himself, as he walked swiftly after her. "There's no need to run, Salmonella." Salmonella felt his calm voice wash over her like liquid, as she tried desperately to remember what she was running from." He slowed his pace when he realized he had her, his silky voice running over her like honey, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her body went rigid and she felt a chill run through her body as he slowly turned her around "What are you running, from, Salmonella?" he murmured. "I.. um..I'm not sure..." her voice trailed off as she stared intently on the concrete floor. "I'm an expert at running..." Draco continued softly, "But often the things that seem the most frightening are the very things that can set you free." ... SEE WAHT HAPPENS NEXT IN "FORBIDDEN FUIT: LUSTING AFTER THE UNATAINABLE" (PART DEUX)