~~Nothing lasts forever~~
~~And we both know hearts can change~~
~~And it's hard to hold a candle~~
~~In the cold November rain~~

It was a week before I saw her again. I could tell she had been avoiding me. And quite honestly? I was pissed. We just kissed, and she tries to pretend like it was nothing. And as much as I'd like it to be nothing, it wasn't. I felt something when we kissed, and I'd make d*mn sure we'd at least talked about it. But it seemed she was adamant on not letting that happen.

But, as luck would have it, I saw my chance a week after our kiss. She was sitting out by the lake, staring out at the water under a tree. I wouldn't have been able to see her there if I had not been going out there myself. I quietly walked over to her, and once I got close enough, I saw tear tracks running down her face. That's odd, I thought to myself. As silently as I could, I walked next to her, and sat down. I saw her look up in surprise, and blush when she saw it was me.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I heard her say softly, before sniffling.

"I wanted to talk. About the kiss."

She sighs, and closes her eyes. "Can't we just forget about it? I won't tell anyone, so you don't have to worry about word getting out that you kissed a Mudblood."

I was taken aback. "That's not what I meant Granger."

"Then what did you mean Malfoy?"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. How do I tell her, the girl I've hated for the past six years that I felt something while kissing her? I don't even know what I felt really… So how do I tell her that? I sigh, and run a hand through my hair.

"I don't know. I just…"

"You just what?" She asked curiously.

I sigh again. "I felt… something… when we kissed." I murmur, feeling myself blush. F*ck.

To my surprise, I saw her smile a little. "I felt something to Malfoy."

"Something other than repulsion?" I ask slightly shocked.

She laughs a little. "Yeah. I tried to ignore it, but… I don't know." She shrugs, and looks out at the lake. I look at the lake as well, and we fall into a comfortable silence. A few minutes later I decide to speak.

"So, why are you crying Granger?"

I think I startled her, because she jumps a little, blushing, before answering me. "Oh. I-It's nothing really. Quite stupid actually." She says, wringing her hands, not looking at me. I raise an eyebrow.

"Come on, tell me Granger.* I say, an amused smirk on my face. I hadn't felt this… free in a while. Free of responsibility, free to just be a normal person. It was kind of refreshing, not having the feeling of impending doom over my head.

She blushes more, and mumbles something I can't hear.

"Excuse me? I don't believe I heard you Granger." I said, smirking widely now.

She sighs. "I shouldn't have to tell you… But, it's just that… I saw Ron snogging Lavender." She says; her face ablaze in a blush. I felt the smirk wipe off my face.

"Oh." I say. For some reason, I feel my heart sink that she cares who Weasley's snogging. I shake the feeling off though. What one doesn't understand should just be ignored.

"Oh? That's all you have to say? You aren't going to tease me?" She asks in amazement. I don't blame her, since normally I would be teasing her, but right now, I don't really want to…

I shrug. "I don't feel like it." I say, looking out at the lake, leaning back against the tree.

Her eyes widen, as she looks at me funny. I ignore her, and try not to think about the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I never thought I'd see the day Draco Malfoy wouldn't tease me when he had the chance." She said in amazement after a few moments.

"I never thought I'd see this day either Granger." I mutter. A few more moments pass in silence before I decide to go back to the real reason I came to talk to her.

"So… what do we do?"

"About what?"

"Well, how we both felt something, other than repulsion I might add, when we kissed."

I heard her sigh, so I looked over at her, to find her looking at me.

"I don't know."

A few seconds pass. "We should kiss again." I say.

Her eyes widen again, and I smirk as her mouth opens, as she tries to figure out what to say. She obviously wasn't expecting that. I wasn't either, to tell you the honest truth, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kiss her again. Just to make sure is what we felt was just a fluke, of course.

"What?" She managed to squeak out.

"You heard me. I think we should kiss again, to see if we still get that, you know, feeling."

"Oh… um, a-alright…" She stammered, blushing bright red. She looks so adorable when she blushes. I absentmindedly think, not even bothering to berate myself for thinking that, for the next second, she awkwardly crawls over to where I am, and sits in front of me, looking so darn adorable. I cup her face with my hand and, looking around to make sure no one was watching, I kiss her lightly.

Any hopes I had of the feeling just being a fluke flew out the window the moment our lips met. My stomach blazed with a fire, and it felt so good. I wanted to be closer to her, so I pulled her onto my lap, and she obliged, tangling her hands in my hair, and wrapping her legs around my waist. I moaned lightly, as she let me deepen our kiss. I pulled back, and started peppering kisses down her jaw, and onto her neck, where I started making love bites. The moans she let out egged me on, telling me she didn't mind. I smirk lightly, and continue kissing her neck. I discretely slip my hand under her shirt, and moan lightly when I feel her flesh against my hand. It has been a while since I'd last been laid…

As soon as I touch her skin, I hear her gasp, and pull away from me with wide eyes. D*mn, I went to fast. I slipped my hand out from under her shirt, but I still held her close to me.

"Well." I say, not quite sure what else to say.

"Well." She repeats.

F*ck things are complicated.

~~We've been through this such a long long time~~
~~Just trying to kill the pain, Ooh yeah~~
~~But lovers always come and lovers always go~~
~~And no one's really sure who's letting go today~~
~~Walking away~~

We met every night for the next two weeks in the Room of Requirements. It was probably unwise, since I was a pureblood, and she was a Mud- muggleborn. This would lead nowhere. But honestly? I don't think either of us cared.

While in the Room, we would snog passionately, only stopping when I would try to push for more. But can you really blame me? I am a male who had a gorgeous witch kissing him. I think there would be a problem if I didn't try and take things further. But every time I tried, she'd stop me, and then leave the room with that adorable blush on her face, like she still couldn't believe she was here with me.

I didn't really blame her.

We usually just snogged though, no talking, as that would ruin it. But while we snogged, my eyes were hardly ever closed. I just couldn't help myself, watching her was addicting. More often than not, her eyes were closed, like she didn't want to think about who she was kissing. She was probably pretending I was Weasley. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, whenever I thought about her liking the Weasel, my heart twisted, like something in my chest was not happy at that thought. I knew this wasn't going to end well, her and me, but Merlin, I just didn't care. For the first time in a long while, I felt… happy. I felt happy when I was with her, and the feeling was so foreign, I barely recognized it at first. I've decided I like it.

As I looked at her, sitting on my lap, eyes closed, and kissing me senseless, I wonder if she feels the same. Or if I'm alone in this, this feeling I get when I'm around her.

I suddenly pull back, and watch as she makes a sound of disappointment, and opens her eyes.

"Why did you pull back?" She asks breathlessly.

I contemplate my answer for a few seconds. "I just… would you mind just… sitting here with me?" I ask, my face burning with embarrassment. "No snogging, just… sitting."

She looks at me like I've grown a second head, her eyes wide. I feel like an idiot, and was about to say that she should just forget it, and kiss her again, when she speaks.

"Alright…" She says slowly, before laying her head against my chest, so she could hear my racing heart. I slowly put my arms around her, and we just sat there. After a few minutes, I close my eyes, and just enjoy the feeling of her so close to me. I can't remember ever being happier.

We sit there for I-don't-even-know how long, just listening to the others breathing. Finally though, she moves, and sits up straighter to look me in the eyes.

"This was nice." She says softly, leaning in, and kissing me gently. I raise a hand, and cup her cheek. We pull back slightly, and I lean my forehead against hers, looking into eyes.

"It was." I respond. I see her smile, an unknown emotion in her eyes. She kisses me once more, before she stands up.

"I should probably leave, Harry and Ron are probably wondering where I am. Well… Harry at least…" As she says it, I see her face fall a little, and her eyes turn sad. I look away, not letting her see how much my chest ached seeing her still pine over the Weasel.

I clear my throat, and stand as well. "Right. I'll see you tomorrow Granger?"

She smiles lightly at me, and nods, before leaving the room. I stood still for a second, before sitting back down on the couch, smiling lightly.

I'm falling for her. I'm falling for her hard. And for some reason, I just don't care.