Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, but I do own this plot and the character Mary.

Authors note: I received a comment on my last chapter regarding the name Mary. I would have picked something a bit more "Cool", but it was the name my parents chose to give me and so I'm stuck w/just that. At least until I turn 18.So the Character Mary has that name for that reason. (yes this is a self-insertion fic) I'm sorry if this disturbs anyone, but...

P.S. Oh, and NO, it is NOT Mary Sue. It's just Mary, plain old Mary. Again I'm sorry if this is bothersome to you. I think that's all... 33

Unvoiced Decisions

Chapter 2: The Unthinkable

"What were you doing in the library?" Hermione asked Mary during study hall later that evening. "School's just begun. What did you need to look up already?"

"Hermione, you of all people should know that you don't need an excuse to go to the library." Ron was finishing up his homework and was about to depart to the Gryffindor common room.

"I know Ron. I was just curious that's all. I'm sure Mary didn't take it offensively or anything. Did you?" she asked, turning to face her new friend.

"No, of course not."

"See Ron."

"See what? I never meant anything like that when I….Oh, never mind. I'm going up to the common room now." He grabbed his books and headed towards the door. "Girls" he muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

"So what did Malfoy want this morning that was so important he had to drag you away?" Hermione asked changing the subject.

"Well, about that. See that's who held me up in the library."

"He took you to the library?" Hermione looked almost impressed. "I didn't know Malfoy even knew where the library's at." Mary couldn't help but laugh at this last part.

"Well apparently he does, and he took me there to talk."

"About what, I can't imagine either of you would have much to say to each other."

"Well, we didn't really, and so I left. He wasn't exactly my cup of tea so…"

"Serves him right that foul little cockroach."

"You really don't like him do you? I mean sure he seemed a little cocky, but a lot of teenage boys are. What's he done that makes him so horrible?"

"A little cocky and horrible don't even begin to describe Draco Malfoy."

"Right then, give me the 411."

"The 411?"

"Ya know the low down, the info; the gossip?"

"Oh, right, well where do I begin?" She proceeded in telling her every horrid thing Malfoy had done to her and her friends in the last six years. By the time she was finished the classroom had emptied of everyone but themselves, and when they proceeded to leave they found that the halls were just as empty as the classroom had been.

"I'll see you later." Hermione told Mary as they approached the second set of staircases. "I have prefect duty."

"Yeah, I gotta get some sleep. The Hufflepuff dormitory's this way, right?" She pointed towards the floor above.

"Yeah, up those stairs and to the left, you remember your password right?"

"Yeah, I do. Thanks for everything Hermione. You've really made coming to this school a lot easier. The one thing I was worried about was not making any friends, but you've really come through."

"That's what I'm here for."

"Well goodnight."

"Goodnight." As Hermione said this she disappeared down the corridor and out of sight.

Mary proceeded in the direction that Hermione had indicated and was almost to the Hufflepuff common room when she heard a familiar voice issuing from behind her.

"Well, well, well, look who's out of bed after hours. I know you're new here and everything, but that's no excuse for late night strolls. Everyone should be in their common rooms promptly at eight O'clock."

Mary turned around to find Draco Malfoy leaning against the archway that marked the entrance to the Hufflepuff corridor. His arms were crossed over his chest in a smug fashion and he wore a satisfied smirk on his pale face.

"If that's the case than what are you doing out and about." she retaliated.

"I am a prefect which means that…." Draco stopped mid-sentence when Mary let out a small chuckle. "What, might I ask, is so funny?"

"It's just that….who made you prefect?" she found it hard to stop grinning.

"Dumbledore did for your information. Shocking right? For once the old fool did something right. By the way, you never did tell me your name." Draco had already found out during the course of the day, but he still felt the need to ask her.

"It's Mary if you must know. Anyway, like you said it's late. I better get going."

"Just a minute," she had already turned her back on the boy and was walking down the hall when she heard him. She stopped abruptly and whipped back around to face him

"What do you want?" she had only been here a day and she already managed to find someone she disliked with passion.

"You never gave me a chance to tell you what your neglect for the rules will cost your house. I think fifty points will suffice."

"Just for being out five minutes after curfew!" now all her housemates would hate her for sure and she had barely gotten to know them yet.

"Hey, I can't help it that you can't abide by the rules."

Out of anger and frustration she decided that a good hex would teach this boy a lesson. Draco saw her reach into her pocket and pull out a long red mahogany wand. Without a moments hesitation he rushed foreword, grabbed her wrists, and pinned her against the limestone wall. With his face inches from hers he could see her every detail of and feel her breath warm on his neck. Her big eyes were a warm brown and he could see them flash dark out of anger.

"That, my dear is something you don't want to be doing."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I want to." she said as she began to fight back.

"Struggling will only make it worse. Just relax and I'll let you go."

She agreed seeing as her strength was nothing compared to his. His face was close, too close. She could see his fine eyebrows and hear his heavy breathing. She had clearly worn him out by putting up a fight. Neither of them could tell how long they had been standing there, but it felt like a very long time. Draco had long loosened his grip, but Mary made no effort to break free. Before he could stop himself or even think twice Draco found himself closing the already small gap between them and placing his lips firmly on hers. Much to his surprise, she didn't fight it, instead she kissed him back. After a moment he softened the kiss as she let out a small gasp. Finding this extremely attractive he pushed even closer leaving what little space there was between them behind. Neither of them wanted to enjoy this, but yet it was hard not to. After awhile, Draco broke the connection allowing himself time to breathe. His hands were flat against the wall on either side of her head. He looked down as he tried to regain his composure. Unable to move Mary stood where she was staring at the top of Draco's head. He looked up, locking his eyes with hers, before she spoke.

"I should really be getting to bed." She watched him nod his head in agreement. "Goodnight." With that she headed down the hall towards the common room entrance, leaving Draco in the dark.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed into the darkness. He was resting his right forearm on the wall above his head; his other arm rested on his hip. He was staring at the floor hoping it would turn into a man eating monster and prove that this was just a horrible dream. He finally gave into the fact that he had just done the unthinkable and slowly made his way down to the dungeons.

"What were you thinking!" Mary reprimanded herself as she lay face up on her four poster. She was staring at the ceiling. "I mean really! I've only been here a day! One day, and I've already managed to dig myself onto a hole! Friends?" she looked to her right. "Boyfriend?" she looked to her left. "Boyfriend, really Mary you've only known him a day." she brought both hands up to her face and rested her palms on her cheeks letting out a grunt of frustration. She closed her eyes, shutting them tight. She reopened them and continued her conversation.

"Sure he's cute…Ok, he's really cute, but looks aren't everything. Remember what Hermione told you. He's not worth it! Even if you decide to go through with this, which you won't, he'll ditch you the second he finds out you're muggle born!" she looked around the room only to find that her roommates were all peacefully in slumber. Deciding that waking them up was a bad thing, she ended the argument she was having with herself and tried to fall asleep. "I wonder what he's doing right now." she mumbled before dozing off.

Draco was sitting on the floor with his head tilted back against his bed behind him. He too had been contemplating the consequences of what he had done only minutes before. He enjoyed it. There was no denying that, but was she worth going after? He was undecided. "After all, she is Granger's friend." He said this out loud to himself hoping to better prove his point. "And if she's Granger's friend, than she's most likely Potter's friend which means that she's off limits. Oh, who am I kidding?" He brought his knees up to his chest and rested his left elbow on his knee as he slowly ran his fingers through his slick hair. "I just met the girl today and I'm already finding excuses to snog her! It's not just that though. I mean if it was just that I wouldn't have a problem with this situation. If my interest was purely physical I could blame it on hormones, but…I know it sounds crazy, but I want to get to know her as a person. I want to know her likes and dislikes, her history, and her life. See! There's something wrong with this!"

He looked at the clock and found that he had rambled on too long. As he stood up he removed his robes and walked towards his bureau. He loosened his tie and slipped it up over his head placing both it and his robes on the coat rack in the corner. He proceeded to unbutton his crisp white dress shirt throwing it across the room to land in his hamper. He finally ended his routine by slipping his black dockers down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. He leaned over, picked up his pants, and sentenced them to the same fate as his shirt. Left in nothing but green silk boxers with black elastic trim, he leisurely made his way over to his bed where he slipped his feet in under the warm comforting blankets. He tried with all his might to fall asleep, but he found it to be most challenging. He finally managed to take his mind off of things and drifted into a deep sleep.

Both Mary and Draco woke up late the next morning. Their heads were filled with worry and anxiety making it hard for either of them to concentrate on much else. Hermione was going on about something she had read it the Daily Prophet during breakfast and Mary only caught every other word.

"And then…Dirk Cresswell….Gringotts….Goblin Liaison Office….Don't you agree?"

"Huh?" Mary asked looking up from her eggs and toast.

"I said…Gringotts….Dirk Cresswell….Harry….danger….Right?"

"Sure," as she said this, she looked up and locked eyes with the very person she had been trying to avoid all morning. Draco Malfoy stared back at her for a brief moment before turning back to face the pug faced girl sitting next to him.

"Are you listening?" Hermione asked the very preoccupied Hufflepuff.

She snapped out of her reverie. "What? Sorry Hermione I'm just a little tired this morning if you couldn't tell."

Harry had noticed that Mary had been staring in Draco's direction and leaned over to share his observations with Ron. Ron, who was currently drinking a glass of pumpkin juice, didn't take the news well and spewed his juice all over Hermione.

"Ron! You nitwit! Watch what you're doing!" Hermione hastily reached for her wand and said, "Scourgify!" while pointing at her soiled shirt. The stain instantly vanished and Hermione went back to her talk on how Gringotts is no longer a secure place and that Harry is in grave danger.

"Hermione," Mary asked interrupting her, "Who's that girl next to Draco Malfoy?"

Harry gave Ron a nudge in the arm and Ron nodded.

"Oh, her." Hermione stated callously after noticing who it was that Mary was talking about. "That's Pansy Parkinson. She's a seventh year too, but I wouldn't go making acquaintances with her sort. She's so desperate for attention and fame that she basically worships the ground that arrogant git walks on." She gestured towards Malfoy. "Everyone knows she's easy and that all she's after is his money; pathetic really...really pathetic. Why do you ask?"

"I'm just curious that's all. I just want to get to know as many people as I can."

"Trust me she's not worth knowing. Harry, could you me pass me the jam?" Harry looked up from his copy of the Daily Prophet and handed Hermione the strawberry jam.

"Cheers."

"No problem."

After breakfast, Harry and Ron got together for a little chat.

"Are you sure she fancies Malfoy?" Ron asked for the third time, apparently unable to swallow this bit of information.

"I'm almost positive. I mean you saw the way she was looking at him."

"Yeah, but remember she said she was tired. She was probably just daydreaming and it was a coincidence that she was doing it in his direction."

"Maybe, but remember when she asked Hermione about Pansy?"

"Yeah, your point?"

"My point is, that she probably asked Hermione about Pansy because she was curious to know whether or not Draco had a love interest."

"I dunno, it all makes sense I suppose, but she just doesn't seem like the type to fall for a Slytherin, and not just any Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. Besides I kind've think she fancies you a little Harry."

"Me?" Asked Harry looking shocked, but at the same time pleased. "Where did you ever come up with that nutty idea?"

Hermione departed and Mary was left alone at the end of the Gryffindor table. Hermione asked if it would be alright if she had sat with them this morning on account of being new and not knowing many people. McGonagall consented, but only this once. As Mary got up to leave, she noticed that many of the other Hufflepuffs shot her dirty looks. She ignored them and headed out of the Great Hall alone; only to hear someone's footsteps behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder only to see Draco Malfoy and his posse gaining on her. She held her breath hoping that they'd turn a corner, but as she feared, they did not.

"Is this the one?" Pansy asked more for Mary to hear than anyone else.

"Yeah that's her." Mary recognized Draco's voice. It was a smooth drawl that shot right through you as it you were made of air. She stopped, and turned around ever so slowly. She was sure to make direct eye contact with Draco once she turned the full one eighty.

"Can I help you?" Mary asked using the sweetest most fake voice she could muster. Once the words were out of her mouth Draco smirked, clearly amused by her show.

"No, I don't think you can." Pansy apparently wasn't impressed with what she saw. "Are you sure this is her?" she asked Draco again.

"Positive." Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini nodded in response. "Why? Is she not what you expected?" Draco's smirk vanished and was replaced by a thin pink line.

"Hardly, the way you boys described her I thought she would at least be somewhat pretty. I mean sure she has some color and her hairs long if that accounts for anything, other than that…She's really rather plain."

Mary could feel her blood boiling. There was no arguing Hermione when it came to this chick. Oh well, she could take her. Dropping the act completely, she returned to her normal self. "Excuse me for asking, but does bitchiness run in your family, or are you just a freak." Pansy's sickly face turned a bright red. She turned to her bodyguards for support, only to find them trying to restrain laugher.

"I'll take that as a yes on both accounts. Ya know it's a good thing I'm not that pretty. Otherwise, next to me you'd look like a dead pug, but seeing as I'm only plain, when you stand next to me you don't look like a dead pug at all. I'd say more like a sickly pug than a dead one. Yeah, a very sick bitch, I think that's fitting."

She turned back around, picking up the pace to get to her next class on time. She could hear Draco's laughter echoing through the corridor. It sounded crisp and clear. It didn't pierce you the way his voice did. Instead it almost warmed you up inside. She couldn't think of anything to compare it too, but she didn't care. She just knew that she liked the way it sounded and hoped that she would get the chance to hear more of it the future. Squeezing her books to her chest, she made her way through the entrance to Professor Binns' classroom.

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