Viviel was sitting in the corner of the library on the floor reading up on
the history of the leprachaun rebellion of 1578. She had a two parchment
essay due the next day for Professor Binns and researching up on the subject
was a perfect way to avoid the Slytherin common room, the Great Hall, and
any other possible place she could see Draco.
Draco had been seeking her out every since the Slytherin-Hufflepuff quidditch game. She regretted not having his assistance with her Potions homework. Her last essay from Professor Snape had had another P, a grade she hadn't had since Draco had started tutoring her. The problem was she didn't even know why she was trying to avoid him.
That's completely untrue! shouted a tiny part of her inside her head. You know you're afraid to see Draco because he kissed you. Which is bullocks. You know you like him. Just admitt it. Then you can get your grades back up. What did you say once to Zabini? "I'll do anything to become a Healer."
"Yes, yes..." she mutteredly darkly to herself. Viviel bit her lip. If she recieved another P on any assignment, she could consider herself on probation for St. Mungo's Healer Training. There was nothing for it then. She'd need to see him. Starting to slip the book back onto the shelf, she found herself face to face with... "Draco!"
"Would it be anyone else?" he said, narrowing his eyes. "Why have you been avoiding me, Dorgen?"
He'd used her surname. "I- I-" blabbered Viviel, reaching out for her bookbag and finding that Draco already had a hold on it. "I- Draco, I-"
"I'm not mad at you, Viviel." said Draco, his expression softening a bit. He rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling and pulled her to her feet. She took her bookbag back from him, staring at her feet. "Why didn't you bring your last essay to me to look over? Snape told me you got another P."
"Because." she mumbled.
"Don't give me 'because' crap." he said shortly, putting his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You've been hiding from me ever since our last game. It's because I kissed you, right?" Draco cursed and shook his head. "Look, if you didn't want me t-"
"No! It's not like that." she protested, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her bag tightly.
He chuckled darkly. "Sure. Look. I won't hold you to our agreement anymore. I'll still help you out, but if you're uncomfortable, you don't have to be around me-"
"Draco-"
"Viviel-"
"Draco! Listen to me!" Viviel almost shouted. "We had an agreement, and I'm not going to break it. I've got more honor than that. And it's not that I don't like being around you!"
Draco looked at though he'd been slapped in the face. "Yo- you don't? It's not?"
"No." she said, sighing heavily. "I just thought you might distract me from my grades. But you were really helping me. I need my Potions grades to go back up."
For some reason he looked crestfallen. "Oh. I was hoping you'd want me around for more than just your grades." he said quietly. "Well, just bring your stuff around the common room later tonight and we can go over it."
"Draco..." Why did Viviel suddenly have a twising sensation in her midrift? Was she getting sick? She put the back of her palm up to her forehead, but she didn't have a temperature.
"Mmm?" He turned around, sort of lingering half way between the bookcases.
She wanted to say something that could make him realize how much she appreciated his help, and how she did like him for who he was, but there were no words coming out of her mouth. Only her palms got sweaty and her face felt hot with embarrassment. Something of what was bothering Viviel must of shown in her face or her eyes, because Draco walked back over and stood infront of her, looking down.
"There are numerous benefits of being my girlfriend, Viviel." he said quietly. "I'll help you with anything you need. My mother knows some of the top Healers at St. Mungo's, I can introduce you. No one will mess with you anymore, about your grades or anything. You'll be the queen of the Slytherin house. Not even Potty and the Weasel will dare touch you."
Viviel looked up at him with wide eyes. He was asking her to be his girlfriend? Yes, she liked him, but...
"I promise to never stand in the way of your goals." he said finally, pulling one of her sweaty hands into his own.
She smiled at him. If Draco promised to never keep her from being a Healer, what would it hurt if he starting courting her? It was a good pure-blood match. Her parents approved, and that was certainly something they hadn't done in a long time.
"If you promise... I will." she said quietly.
Draco smiled with triumph. Leaning slowly down, he started to cover her mouth with his own...
"NO KISSING IN THE LIBRARY!" screeched Madam Pince, the librarian. "OUT! OUT! That is COMPLETELY inappropriate of you both!"
Draco had been seeking her out every since the Slytherin-Hufflepuff quidditch game. She regretted not having his assistance with her Potions homework. Her last essay from Professor Snape had had another P, a grade she hadn't had since Draco had started tutoring her. The problem was she didn't even know why she was trying to avoid him.
That's completely untrue! shouted a tiny part of her inside her head. You know you're afraid to see Draco because he kissed you. Which is bullocks. You know you like him. Just admitt it. Then you can get your grades back up. What did you say once to Zabini? "I'll do anything to become a Healer."
"Yes, yes..." she mutteredly darkly to herself. Viviel bit her lip. If she recieved another P on any assignment, she could consider herself on probation for St. Mungo's Healer Training. There was nothing for it then. She'd need to see him. Starting to slip the book back onto the shelf, she found herself face to face with... "Draco!"
"Would it be anyone else?" he said, narrowing his eyes. "Why have you been avoiding me, Dorgen?"
He'd used her surname. "I- I-" blabbered Viviel, reaching out for her bookbag and finding that Draco already had a hold on it. "I- Draco, I-"
"I'm not mad at you, Viviel." said Draco, his expression softening a bit. He rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling and pulled her to her feet. She took her bookbag back from him, staring at her feet. "Why didn't you bring your last essay to me to look over? Snape told me you got another P."
"Because." she mumbled.
"Don't give me 'because' crap." he said shortly, putting his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You've been hiding from me ever since our last game. It's because I kissed you, right?" Draco cursed and shook his head. "Look, if you didn't want me t-"
"No! It's not like that." she protested, her knuckles turning white as she clenched her bag tightly.
He chuckled darkly. "Sure. Look. I won't hold you to our agreement anymore. I'll still help you out, but if you're uncomfortable, you don't have to be around me-"
"Draco-"
"Viviel-"
"Draco! Listen to me!" Viviel almost shouted. "We had an agreement, and I'm not going to break it. I've got more honor than that. And it's not that I don't like being around you!"
Draco looked at though he'd been slapped in the face. "Yo- you don't? It's not?"
"No." she said, sighing heavily. "I just thought you might distract me from my grades. But you were really helping me. I need my Potions grades to go back up."
For some reason he looked crestfallen. "Oh. I was hoping you'd want me around for more than just your grades." he said quietly. "Well, just bring your stuff around the common room later tonight and we can go over it."
"Draco..." Why did Viviel suddenly have a twising sensation in her midrift? Was she getting sick? She put the back of her palm up to her forehead, but she didn't have a temperature.
"Mmm?" He turned around, sort of lingering half way between the bookcases.
She wanted to say something that could make him realize how much she appreciated his help, and how she did like him for who he was, but there were no words coming out of her mouth. Only her palms got sweaty and her face felt hot with embarrassment. Something of what was bothering Viviel must of shown in her face or her eyes, because Draco walked back over and stood infront of her, looking down.
"There are numerous benefits of being my girlfriend, Viviel." he said quietly. "I'll help you with anything you need. My mother knows some of the top Healers at St. Mungo's, I can introduce you. No one will mess with you anymore, about your grades or anything. You'll be the queen of the Slytherin house. Not even Potty and the Weasel will dare touch you."
Viviel looked up at him with wide eyes. He was asking her to be his girlfriend? Yes, she liked him, but...
"I promise to never stand in the way of your goals." he said finally, pulling one of her sweaty hands into his own.
She smiled at him. If Draco promised to never keep her from being a Healer, what would it hurt if he starting courting her? It was a good pure-blood match. Her parents approved, and that was certainly something they hadn't done in a long time.
"If you promise... I will." she said quietly.
Draco smiled with triumph. Leaning slowly down, he started to cover her mouth with his own...
"NO KISSING IN THE LIBRARY!" screeched Madam Pince, the librarian. "OUT! OUT! That is COMPLETELY inappropriate of you both!"