Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me - Oasis

Gabrielle had been sobbing in Draco's arms for what seemed to be hours. "Shhhh" Draco kept stroking her hair trying to comfort her "It's ok Char"

"Wait…no" she pushed him so he could let her go.

"What?" he looked at her bemused.

"This…" she looked around the room "you, me…hugging?! We hate each other. We always have" she headed toward the exit of the Room of Requirement, she didn't want to be there anymore "and always will"

"Char, wait" he followed after her and grabbed her arm, she turned around and pulled it out of his grip.

"No" she said as she started to tear up "you can't just hug me and think it'll all go away. This doesn't give you a clean slate of 5 years of being an ignorant git toward me"

"Char"

"This is wrong and you know it" she opened the door and ran out of the Room of Requirement.

"Char" he tried to run after her, but he had stopped at the entrance. No one could see him chasing after her. He sighed, closed the door of the room requirement and headed to his dormitory.

Gabrielle had headed back to the Gryffindor Common room. Frustrated at herself for letting him even touch her, or that she cried into his chest. She paced up and down the room wondering what happened. She couldn't believe she slapped him, and what he did afterwards. She was expecting Draco to curse her from where she stood but he didn't.

She looked at the photo of her and Fred taken infront of the Burrow. She smiled sadly, she felt such guilt in the pit of her stomach at what had happened. And wondered if at all, Draco had felt something too.

The next day was a Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Gabrielle, Hermione and the girls were getting ready for the match. It was the first game of the season and every one was on edge. Especially Ron. Classes were on early in the day but the afternoon was off due to the match. Draco was no where to be seen. "Do you think he'll be ok? He's been pacing up and down the common room like an idiot" Hermione sighed.

"Let him be nervous. It's his first game as a keeper, I'd be more worried if he wasn't nervous" Gabrielle said as she wrapped her scarf around her.

"I'm sure he'll play brilliantly" Lavender cooed. Gabrielle and Hermione exchanged weird glances. They had no idea what that was about. They waited until Lavender was out of the room before they spoke again.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked her.

"Fine" she nodded "I don't have headaches anymore, and Madam Pomfrey said I should let her know if I do get any recurring symptoms, but none has happened. So I'm in the clear. Fred is relieved"

"Of course he is! He's been nothing but worried about you. He keeps writing Ron and telling him to keep an eye on you" Hermione chuckled.

"That sounds like something Fred would do, along with a prank in the letter too, no doubt" she chuckled.

"Come on" she smiled "we have to get going if we're going to get a good spot at the pitch" Hermione said as she headed out of the room. Gabrielle followed after.

Gabrielle, Hermione and the girls made their way to the pitch. Whilst headed over there, Gabrielle heard 'Psst' noise coming from the bushes. She stopped in place and looked curiously into the distance.

"Gabbie, is everything ok?" Hermione asked her.

"Yeah" she nodded "I forgot something, you guys go ahead without me, I'll catch up"

The girls nodded and walked away leaving her. Gabrielle waited until they had gone before she headed over to where the noise was coming from. 'Psst' she heard again. "Hello?" she said as she slowly reached for her wand. She edged closer. She saw a flash of white-blonde hair stand up from the bushes "Malfoy"

"Char" he nodded.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be playing?"

"Said I wasn't too well to play. Had a puking pastille" he nodded as she showed her the wrinkled wrapper in his pocket.

"Good for you" she nodded "now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to watch the game" she said as she walked away.

"We need to talk about last night, Char" he blurted out.

Gabrielle turned around "What's there to talk about? You called me a Blood-traitor, I hit you, I cried, you found out a family secret and I left. I don't think there's much more we can talk about on the subject, Malfoy" she was on the defensive. She wasn't going to let him get close to her again.

"Will you stop calling me that?!" he raised he voice at her.

"What?"

"Malfoy!"

"That's YOUR name isn't it? What do you want me to call you? Slytherin Prince? Your Majesty? Slytherin Sex God? I could keep naming them and naming them Malfoy, but I wouldn't want to inflate that ego even more"

"Draco!" he yelled out "Not Malfoy, not all those other bloody stupid names other people call me, Draco. I want you to call me Draco"

"I thought first name basis were reserved for Purebloods, Slytherins and Mudblood haters, you know, the people you call your friends" Gabrielle answered "I don't think I want to affiliate myself with that rubbish"

"That's a bit harsh, Char"

"And why are YOU calling me that?" she glared at him "I told you to stop"

"I can't help but call you that, I've never called you anything else"

"Oh I'm pretty sure you have" she snapped back "or did I hit you so hard in the face that you don't remember?"

"Char, I-"

"DON'T!" she rose her voice at him "I can't do this, Malfoy" she shook her head "I can't let you back into my life" she shook her head "not with all that's happened"

"And what if I want you back in mine?"

"Then we agree to disagree" she nodded "you can't be seen with me, Merlin knows what would happen if people did"

"Do you really care what people think?"

"No" she answered "and its evident from the shit I go through when your friends torture me, that I don't care. I just want to be left alone…and away from people like you" she started to walk away.

"Char…" he began again "please…"

"I'm sorry, Malfoy" she picked up the pace and started heading to the Quidditch pitch.

Short and sad. But I think I could't add more to this chapter even if I tried.