DISCLAIMER- all that you recognize is not mine! Property of JK Rowling.
-So I'm still setting up a story line her so bear with me for just a bit longer. I swear its almost over then achual stories can take place :)
But again I hope you like it and if you do favorite/review ya know the works.
The next 3 weeks were ordinary and traditional. No major drama. Well expect Pansy when dropped a plate of food on top of Blaise. It was the only highlight of these dull weeks. And to top it off these spring showers had been showing up on and off and soaking the most unexpecting of bystanders.
But things were looking up. It hadn't rained for a few days and now the flowers and grass had a glow brighter than ever.
Cecilia thoroughly enjoyed walking around in the courtyards, clearing her mind and forgetting all the happenings around her. And Cecilia lay images in he mind of her place under the big tree by the black lake while she sprawled across her bed.
Tossing and turning, she tired to find a comfortable position but she just wasn't able to locate it. Sitting up with defeat, she let out a low huff and fumbled to grab her black silk robe and her book in the darkness of the dorm.
Being especially quiet, trying not to wake her sleeping friends, she tiptoed down to the common room.
The demeanor of the room looked even more eerie at night. But with a flick of her wand the room lost some of its eerie appeal with the dim light now lit next to a long couch Cecilia thought worthy and sat down on to start into the life's once again of Elinor and Marieanne Dashwood.
Cecilia flicked the page gracefully, slightly yawning and standing to leave when she heard the light flutter of footsteps on the opposite steps then she had come. Not being able to decide on wither to sprint back up the stairs to her bed. Quickly making her decision, she sat down putting on a mask of composure, just in time to see the boy whom had not crossed her mind much that first day.
Sighing into her words, "Ugh. What are you doing here?"
"What am I not allowed to use my own common room now?"
Not answering, just watching Draco meander over to the opposite chair, sinking in and laying his head back against the soft fabric.
Reluctantly peeling her glaring eyes off the man she tried to read her book. When really she found she was only reading the same sentence 6 times.
Agitated by the lack of concentration that he was causing her, she let out a deep sigh and also lay he head back against the couch.
Opening one eye to see what was causing her displeasure, Draco raised his head and looked at the book now lying limply in her lap.
"Sense and Sensibility. I'm surprised to find you reading the classics."
"As am I surprised to find you actually know one."
Smirking, "I actually enjoy reading the classics and such", he said with a wave of his hand, "Expect I find Jane Austen Writes too much toward the feminine perspective. I hear the book is rather depressing, mother prefers Pride and Prejudice bu.."
Sick of his rambling story Cecilia sputtered in before he could finish, "After hearing that fascinating story I will put that book at the top of my list."
Looking directly at her, staring into her eyes "I don't appreciate that sarcasm."
Taken aback by the sudden jolt of adrenaline rushing through her body of him looking deeply into her and not stopping.
She remained silent. At a loss for words.
Breaking the sudden tension, Draco leaned his head back against the chair once more.
"Why are you down here anyway?"
Holding herself back from making another witty comment, for she still felt a little idiotic for losing her composure, "I couldn't sleep. Why are you?"
"Neither could I, that's when I heard someone and I came to investigate."
"Oh." Not really sure what else to say, she just stared at the cover of her book as her hand rest in the place where she was still reading. And for one moment she envied those characters.
"You know I'm really not that bad once you get to know me."
"Right. I'm sure. "
Just smiling in that special way, he said nothing in retort.
And soon Cecilia found herself being able to read that sentence 5 times less than before.
Yawning once again, Cecilia knew she had to go to bed. Even though there were no classes tomorrow her friends were taking her to the Quidditch match after lunch. She hadn't seen a Quidditch match in so long and was almost antsy to head off to the stadium right now.
"Goodnight Draco." She said with almost sincerity.
"Goodnight." A flash of kindness flicking in his eyes, letting Cecilia know this was not one of his jokes.
She knew this because she had always been good at reading people. It was one of the many things her parents had taught her.
"You can tell most everything about a person just about the way they present themselves. Each subtle change in expression." Her father had told her leaning over behind her in a market place as they watched the sales woman attempting to charm the customer now checking out. And of course he was not interested. Instead his interest was now focused on the brunette that was now walking down the sidewalk. The sales woman displeasure showed in every element of her, just as her father has said.
With a slight smile from thinking of the distant memory and a nod, she swiftly turned and headed back up the stairs to her bed. Swiftly falling into a deep sleep.