I don't own any of the characters….hee hee .

I had writer's block for a while but then I came with something…….and my homework is killing me arghhhhhhhhhh!

Chapter 2: Masked

For an eternity we sat there, staring at each others eyes, transfixed, content even. Til he broke the contact, shyly, strange I have never seen him shy. And I bet nobody has ever seen light pink blush that christened his turtle dove cheeks.

"Neville….." he whispered uneasily. I stifled a gasp. He has never called me by name, ever, always Longbottom, fat ass, shithead, and everything in between. Never, Neville, he never called me by the roots of my soul……….who I am.

"I…..um I—" but was cut off in his hasting. We heard a pair of footsteps coming up the stairs of the owlery, laughing too. He looked at me anxiously and pulled away until we were a reasonable distance apart. His eyes never left mine, nor mine his, it was as if we had made a mutual secret agreement to keep this, whatever it was, a secret. We both turned to the intruders, but it was none other than Harry and Ron. They stopped laughing and scrutinized the scene they just walked into, then they turned to glare at Draco.

"What are you doing here, Malfloy?" and I could just feel his mask, his altered personality, cover him.

"Nice to see you too, Weasley," he said sarcastically and snapped his fingers and his owl landed on his shoulder to receive the letter he was originally intending to send.

"All right there Neville", harry said, still glaring at Draco as he sent of his owl. I nodded, annoyed that the mood had changed so quickly

"What makes that any of your damn business?" he said, quickly, too quickly. Harry and Ron started snickering and Draco stormed out of the owlery.