Draco Malfoy and the Potions Pupil

AN: Special announcement- I have indeed been working on a sequel to Lily Potter and the Potions Profressor and I will be posting it. However, I definitely will not be posting it until I have finished posting this one and when I think that it is right (it's still in the rough draft stages). Thanks for voting on the poll in regards to this. :)

Chapter 4: Working Late in the Library

Draco was starting to wish he hadn't came back to Hogwarts. The students were being relentless with their muttered insults and dirty looks. It had been well over twenty years since his Death Eater days but apparently not twenty years long enough. He avoided crowded areas with a high student density and did not eat with the rest of the school. He also saved any visits to the library until after hours so that he didn't have to put up with the whispers. One particular evening however he ran into someone else who had paid the library a late night visit.

He'd thought he was quite alone and had made his way to a section of the library which he didn't particularly want anyone catching him in. His arm was fully extended, reaching for the book he'd been looking for, when he heard someone gasp and a crumpling of parchment. He stopped dead and turned to see who it was, otherwise holding his position. His gaze met that of Lily Potter's and they both held it. He knew he should look away but he couldn't. It was Potter who finally broke their eye contact. Her startled eyes darted to his arm which was still outstretched. He knew immediately that she must have seen his Dark Mark and cursed the burden that was a constant reminder to him. As soon as she'd looked at it she had looked away again and was attempting to hide her face with her long, red hair; her beautiful long, red hair.

Shaking these thoughts Draco lowered his hand from its position and pulled his sleeve down to cover the wretched mark.

"What're you still doing here Potter?" he asked.

"I..." she started.

"You had better get back to your dormitory, it's almost past curfew," he cut in to distract himself from her mouth which was still trying to find words.

"Of course, Professor," she replied in a timid tone before starting to cram her books back into her school bag.

She finally achieved this and got up to leave. As she passed him their robes brushed against each other and he was suddenly taken by the urge to stop her and well, he didn't know what else. He also realised that his hand had reached out and grabbed her wrist. She looked up and their eyes met again. He thought wildly for a second about what he could say.

I know what you saw," he finally said quietly. By this stage he could feel the Potter's pulse, where he still held her wrist, beating rapidly.

"I didn't see anything," she breathed.

He could tell that she was lying but he suspected that it wasn't to get herself out of trouble but to save him an explanation.

"Very good, Potter," he said, reluctantly letting go of her wrist.

She nodded to show her understanding before hurrying off towards the exit. He watched her the whole time wondering what he was going to do now that life at Hogwarts was going to become so much more complicated than being the subject of whispers and insults.

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