Fred just stared at me, astounded.

"How…?" he questioned me, looking at me inquisitively.

"I don't know," I answered, "I've just always been able to do it. My mom can too." He continued to look at me, thoughtfully. I don't know what else to say. I looked away from him. My whole life other witches and wizards used to call me a freak for it, just because they couldn't do it. Of course, when my mother was around, she would always try to comfort me and tell me that they ridiculed and taunted me just because they were jealous of how special I was. It never helped. I would always just close her and the rest of the world out and just find my own way of entertaining myself. Children were cruel, and non-maj's were even crueler. I have always been segregated by either my magical talent or by how I looked. Girls didn't want to be my friend because they felt threatened by me if I was around them. They would just talk shit about me behind my back, which was fine. It didn't really bother me, anyway. I liked being alone. Fred touched my hand, which startled me.

"That's a pretty powerful talent," he said to me. The way he was looking at me was making me feel like my stomach was dropping right out of my body and I could feel my heart beat rapidly. What the fuck was this? Why was I reacting to this skinny ass red-headed boy the way that I was? I looked down in my lap at my free hand. There were a couple of water droplets on it and I made them glitter like jewels, sending a shower of light on the stone pillar up ahead. I shivered. I remembered that it was chilly outside and that I was wearing a dress. I stood up suddenly and awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Fred," I began as he looked up at me, one knee bent and his arm slung over it, "But I have some stuff I need to go do. I don't mean to be rude, but I really should be going."

"Alright, pretty eyes," he said, "I'll catch up with you later." I smiled at him and turned around and walked suddenly away. I really wasn't trying to be rude, but I really was cold and I really didn't want something awkward and unwanted to happen between us. I wanted to be around him more, and I didn't want anything petty to ruin it. I stopped and for a brief moment I looked over the side of the castle at the landscape. It was breathtaking. You could see the separation between the sunshine in the distance, where it was not raining, and where it was raining here. The Black Lake glistened and the owls were still hooting. All of the students had escaped inside to get away from the rain and it was beautifully silent outside. I savored it and then the wind caught me and it reminded me why I was going inside to begin with. I rapped my arms around myself and continued on, hair flying behind me, leaving Fred watching me as I walked away.

It was almost creepy how quiet the castle was. Everyone was either in their common rooms, beds, Great Hall, or the library. Of the four I chose my common room. Might as well spend some time watching the creepy fucking merpeople swimming around with their grindylows suctioned to their tail fins like barnacles on the underside of the whale. Seriously, why were such filthy little things allowed to exist. They served no purpose minus being little demons from Hell. To my absolute delight, as soon as I entered the common room, I found it completely silent and free of little bloodsucking twats. I threw myself down on one of the most comfortable couches I have ever laid on and just stared into the murky waters. I was suddenly extremely tired and felt myself begin to doze off. What the fuck? I woke up, not knowing how much time had passed, but I most definitely did not wake up the way I had fallen asleep. I was lying wrapped up in a sleeping Draco's arms. "What the fuck happened?" I asked myself."Why are strange things always happening with this kid? This cannot be normal." The bigger question, however, I asked myself not knowing the answer to: Why did I feel so comforted by him? I literally felt no anxiety, no fear, nervousness, no negativity lying there with my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. He was still a complete stranger to me, yet he had pulled me up onto his chest and fell asleep there with me. I peered around the common room looking for someone to be lurking in the shadows.

"No one is in here, Sarah," Draco said without opening his eyes. I was startled. I went to get up but he pulled me back down, gripping to me tighter. "Don't you dare," he whispered to me.

"You are an exhausting human being," I said, but I stayed. He pulled one of his hands off of me and began running it through my hair. God it felt glorious. Jesus Christ, I felt like a cat. "Why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Why not?" he replied, smirking.

"Oh I don't know. Because it's fucking strange to snuggle a stranger," I said matter-of-factly. He laughed softly and buried his face in my hair.

"You are so beautiful and strange," he murmured to me. Was he sniffing my fucking hair? Lord have mercy on my soul. I pulled away and looked at him, more like stared, actually.

"I have no idea how to act with you, you're the most arrogant and unbelieveab…" What the fuck?

Was he, was he kissing me?! He was. Draco Malfoy had both of his hands on either side of my face and he was kissing me.