Chapter 2
Draco stopped looking at the water in the bucket and made himself taller. That voice sounded awfully familiar. He turned around, "Yes?" he said in a very arrogant tone. He stopped as he saw Erin's face. "Erin?"
She beamed a relieved smile. "Draco! Oh my goodness! I can't believe it!" She extended her arms for a hug and when Draco accepted the notion, she felt her heart began to melt. "How are you?" she asked as she pulled away.
As Draco pulled back away from the hug, he looked her completely down. Wow. He thought to himself. She looks great. Looks like Durmstrang really did do a lot for her. "I'm doing good. How about you?"
Erin nodded slowly. "I'm doing…better. A lot better than I was," she laughed nervously. "I'm so glad the summer is here though."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied "I swear, Hogwarts is going more to the dogs than ever. I wonder what else is going to happen this year. Haha, maybe if I'm lucky, Dumbledore will have finally been sacked." It wasn't going to happen but it made him happy to think about it.
"Ahh…sorry to hear it." She walked over to where Draco was standing and began to hook her bucket to the crane.
"Here." Draco went by her and took the bucket from her. "Let me do that for you."
Erin laughed, "Okay. If you insist." She watched Draco hook up the bucket and lower it down into the water.
"So," he began "anything in the love life?" As soon as he asked the question, he regretted it immediately. It would probably make things awkward now.
She sat down on the side of the well. Why's he interested? "No, not really. During the school year, I sort of had a fling with this guy named Dante but it didn't work out."
Draco began to raise the bucket up. "Sorry to hear it," he said. The bucket came back up to the surface. He unhooked it and held it. "Can I walk you back to your tent?"
"That'd be nice," she said, almost immediately. Damn, hope he didn't notice.
He began walking back with her, enjoying it. He hated to admit it but he had missed her. All those times that she wrote him, he was too heartbroken to write back. He knew it was a bad thing to do but he didn't do long-distance things. It would make things to hard, plus, he knew that all he needed to do to make himself feel better was to find some willing Slytherin girl and he'd be happy.
"So," she said, to start the conversation again "how about you? Anything new with your love life?"
He chuckled. "No, just Parkinson chasing after me, like usual. I'm just starting to feel really bad for her. She's gotten pathetic."
She chuckled as well. "Well, I guess some things just never change."
"No, they don't."
The pair walked in silence until she stopped at her tent. "Well," she said "here it is." She took the bucket from Draco. "Thanks for walking me, Draco. It was really nice to see you again.
He nodded. "Yeah, it was."
She stood there for a moment just looking at him. "Umm…I really should be getting in. Goodbye Draco." She opened the flap.
"Wait," he said "do you want to meet me at the hill over by the well tonight at about…8 o'clock?"
Erin looked at him. "Uh, sure. I suppose."
He smiled. "Great. I'll talk with you later." Then he walked away.
She watched him as he walked away, feeling excitement. What did he want? She smiled and then walked into the tent and closed the flap.