Draco spent the whole of the next day on the hill behind Hogwarts. He twirled the stem of a rose in his finger, the thorns had been carefully cut off. The top of the rose was in his right ear and he hummed a soft tune, his eyes closed, letting the wind pass through his hair. The delight of just being alive filled his heart with a pleasing calm feeling that he never knew until just the night before. He couldn't help it, but he was beside himself with joy, whether he truly showed it or not.

His eyes opened, and though no one was around to see it, there was a new light in them that was never there before. A sparkling light that resembled a diamond inside each dark pupil. Writing small symphonies in his head with the pen that was his heart and the paper which was his life he couldn't help but believe that suddenly, things were going up and up for him. With that thought, he sighed happily and layed all the way down on the snow, letting it consume him from every angle.

"Tru..." he whispered his name like Shakespeare whispered poetry in his days. Draco had never known true love. He'd only heard about it from people around him when he was in the darkness. And every time he DID hear of it, he wished that he could get up out of his cave and join all those in the society he called peaceful and bohemian. And though knowing his wish to come out of the darkness into a whole new light, he found himself still wishing for more. He wished for her...and no one BUT her.

He for some reason just KNEW that...this girl...was the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. No matter what anyone said. He was downright, without a doubt, incredibly, extraordinarily, stupendously, head over heals in love with Tru Fiona Lupin. And he just wanted to shout it to the heavens. So he got up, took in a great ammount of breath, looked up to the heavens and "Draco?"

He choked on his words when he heard Tru coming up the hill. He fell backward making some snow fly around him as he coughed. Tru laughed at him and sat beside him. She looked beautiful on a day like this. It was cloudy, but just enough light was out to know it was late in the day. the snow that he had kicked up flew around her. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. "What were you doing?" she reached over and pushed him lightly making him fall backward into the snow.

Draco sat up on each elbow and stared into her eyes. There was a moment of absolute silence. Snow began to fall around them. The tree over them wasn't enough to guard their heads against it. The silence grew intense and Tru's smile faded into a face of curiosity. His eyes were penetrating hers like there was something hidden in them. Draco shook his head rapidly and smiled, realizing that he got lost for a moment, nearly giving himself away. "I was going to um..well I was uh..." He didn't know what to say about his actions. "I was going to...SING."

Tru tilted her head. "I didn't know you could sing. Can I hear you?" 'Good one Draco.' he thought to himself clenching his fist. "Well...I don't like to sing in front of anyone...at all." he shrugged and gave a short chuckle. "Oh come on, please, for me?" Tru blinked her eyes at him and he got lost once again staring into them. That beautiful penetrating green being so hypnotic to him. He smiled and he stood up.

Turning to face away from her, he cursed himself under his breath and stomped his foot in the snow. He twiddled his thumbs and then turned around slightly "What do you want me to sing?" he asked her quietly. Smiling ,Tru replied "Any song you like." now that was something Draco hated. He couldn't seem to think he could find a song perfect enough to sing to Tru of all people. What if the song he chose was one that she hated and she just got up and suddenly had to go because she was displeased. The thought scared him.

Then with a sudden thought, he smiled. Perhaps this would be a chance to woo her...he could come up with something very poetic. But he couldn't let her know the song was about her. He looked for inspiration. He started to run his fingers through his hair and he hit the rose. Automatically, Draco became inspired and sang a snippet of something in his head for her.

If a dreamer is what I am then let me dream of the rose. The most beautiful rose in the world. With petals of scarlet and a stem of emerald, let me hold this rose for eternity and let the thorns not be painful but let them hold onto me as well.

Tru's eyes became shiny. "That was absolutely beautiful. I don't think I have ever heard that before...what was it from?" Draco would normally be afraid that she had asked him that, but not today. He was prepared. "It's just something I heard once. I don't remember where. But I had it in my head and I wanted to just sing it...really loud..." he sat down in front of her and stared into her eyes. "...because it's so beautiful." Tru just smiled. He didn't think the song or his hints were doing a thing. From the bottom of the hill they heard a call "Tru! Tru, come on, Fred and George want to show us a new trick!" Ron was at the bottom of the hill beckoning her down.

Tru looked up from staring down the hill back into Draco's eyes. He loved how she did that. Just looked up into his eyes. "Do you want to come, Draco?" she asked. Draco shook his head. "No, I...I'm a little tired. I think I'll just head back to the common room and take a short nap. I'll catch up with you later though, all right?" Tru nodded. "All right, see you." and with that, she pranced down hill and joined Ron. Draco sighed and slumped back. He felt so foolish. He was ALREADY trying to hint that he felt for her and he had only JUST figured out his love for her. But then again...when he REALLY thought about it...in a way he had always been in love with her, he may not have realized it, but he really always was.

But as he watched her walk off with Ron, her radiant smile and innocent laugh carrying on the wind up to him like a sweet melody, he realized... "I don't have a clue how I'll ever tell her I love her..."

Tru's thoughts were consumed with the poetry Draco had vented to her on the hill. She hummed the soft tune silently while Fred and George set of rockets with poor little salamanders holding on for dear life attatched to them. She still felt dizzy from the full moon only a few nights before. She had YET to get used to the after sickness of it all. But she found that when her thoughts were obsorbed in one thing, it got a whole lot harder to stay balanced with the rest of her life.

When the rockets had all been set off, they all decided to just roam the grounds together. They passed the hill and Tru looked up at it. Draco had long since been gone. Perhaps napping in the common room. There was something very strange going on about him. Since the night before, he seemed to have his eyes glued to her. And his attitude had changed to the point where it seemed all he wanted to do was fly. this didn't totally BOTHER Tru. However...it just stood out so much, she was curious as to why he was acting like this.

She decided not to talk about it to Draco until she got concerned about it.

After a long while, the group decided to head back to the tower for warmth. Tru was graciously greeted with a soft warm tinge on her cheeks as they entered the castle. And climbing the stairs added to the warmth, her joints were tired and the exercise did well to keep her warm as well. When they entered the tower, she headed up to the dorm to change into her pajamas, as it was getting dark and she was too tired to really do anyhting else for the day. When she finished, she grabbed a book and headed down to the common room.

The fire was pleasent and warm when she sat down on the couch. Everyone else around her was either playing games or doing homework or just chatting away. But Tru decided to get lost in her book. The book itself was a small book of poems that her father had written for her mother before she left them. He was such a poet. She always read the book before she went to bed. It comforted her so much.

Page after page was turned, the time flew and eventually the common room only consisted of Tru and her little book of poems. Sleeping soundly, the book still in her hands, almost finished.

Draco had come down to warm himself by the fire, his room was very cold. He was about to sit down on the couch when he stopped abrubtly seeing Tru sleeping there. He had half of a mind to wake her or carry her to bed but he didn't want to disturb her. Looking around he spotted a quilt sitting on a nearby chair. He nabbed it and put it over her, tucking her in. Smiling down at her, he crept back up the stairs. Tru's eyes opened and she saw him walking away from her. She smiled and held the blanket around her...

...and the rest of the night, dreamt sweet dreams.