Author's Note: This is a revised edition, I took some advice to spread it out. It's meant to be read after "Our Tree."
She's is pressing her nose against glass and spreading fog with her hot hot breath. When he isn't staring, he's wondering what she could possibly be doing now and then he's back to staring again. A vicious cycle, he mutters and she laughs and laughs.
This is because she knows what she does to him, and it doesn't work the same with anyone else.
"You are the only one who can't stop staring," she says.
He knows it, she knows, the whole damn school knows it. Just try being careful with your love in a school filled with gossiping gits. They watch like hawks the movements of love as it curls around various unsuspecting people. He was unsuspecting, and she was sort of suspecting but in a more rational way. She figured it'd come along someday, you know, one day her prince would come.
He came alright, and told her to, "get the hell out" of his tree.
"Our tree," she said and off she went with a sigh wondering why, oh why, her prince had to be so bossy. He is mad as a hornet sometimes; he sure was when she claimed the tree with him.
The memory of his continuing bossiness strikes her as romantic, and he thinks he was a total ass but has never admitted this and isn't sure if he ever will.
He said, " Oy Loony you better charm your name off it or else!"
Then she said, "Oy, Draco you better watch ou-" Ouch. He had fallen on his arse and she sighed thinking, oh why is my prince so clumsy, tripping over scattered books ? Her books, no less.
He questioned this, said, "who the hell left their books here?"
She remembered trying to say something about finding a Bizzle Kneelack, but he just scowled and stormed away. She also asked herself why her prince was like a rain cloud. Anyway, it was obsession sure enough.
It was him muttering words like: "Loony better watch your self ," and then her waving and asking loudly: "Would you like to meet at our tree?"
Eventually he had to wonder what made her tick and what made her tock , so she gave him an answer. It went like this: "If we all were the same why we'd all be boring and… I kind of like adventure, don't you?"
He did, when he really thought about it (and he did really think about it for days and days) he found something was making his heart pulsate rapidly when he neared her. Not that such a thought made things clear, it only muddled them further. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind and why did she insist on being civil through his rude remarks?
One day she asked if he wanted her in any other way and for days after that he tried to make a reasonable answer out of "yes" but only came up with the answer, "no."
No, he liked her crazy because it seemed to be rather... thrilling, yes thrilling was the word. . Not to mention she sure as hell was sweet and easy on the eyes. Actually, she was fantastic on the eyes and he soon caught him self staring.
Staring as she presses her nose against glass and spread fog with her hot hot breath. Staring as she writes with her finger on the muggy window pane, "Draco and Luna were here"