It is over a month before he makes contact with her again. Over 34 days of torture as for the first time since he saw her Draco does not purposely seek out Angelina's presence. After an hour of searching he finds her in the deepest reaches of the schools library. On Saturdays the vast room is nearly empty and it seems as if solitude is what they both seek.
He approaches her slowly and then with purpose as he closes in the space between him and the desk at which she resides. His movements startle the woman and she looks up at him for a moment with surprise and then, as if just realizing all he had done allows her eyes to narrow in obvious hatred. "What do you want" she hisses.
Draco is not sure wether to laugh or cry so he settles on neither as he studies the woman's face. She seems fragile."Trouble in paradise". He asks. She glares at him determined not to speak but if nothing else Draco has time.
He wonders why she hasn't left yet. Her glare is gone and a new expression has taken over her face. After a long moment she speaks. "Why do you do this to me" she asks. Draco freezes. He is caught off guard by her question. It was the last he had expected to ask.
They are only a foot apart now. Close enough for him to see the lines at the corner of the woman's face as they begin to tremble. He can tell she is on the verge of tears and does the only thing he can think of. He kisses her. Hard, almost painfully so as his lips crash onto hers in sudden contact. When he finally pulls away he can feel the sting of his own tears fill his eyes but manages to keep them from spilling.
"I don't ...". Draco pauses. He finally understands the sinking feeling now. It is fear. Fear she does not, will not feel the same. "...I'm not right". Draco says this more to himself than Angelina. For now she has remained silent but he will give her no time for action as he makes his leave with the flick of a wand. He wants only to have the moment as it is , a bridge between yes and no although the man is unsure if his previous actions have burned it.
It is only in the safety of his room he allows the tears to fall. Down against the cool of his bedroom door he wonders what about her had made him feel this way. Why he thinks she can save him.