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helenelyghaug/Draco Malfoy

Draco hastily opened it and rushing into the dark, luminous library, we hid behind the farthest bookshelf. 

Our hearts were racing, our breaths were panting, our legs tired from all the running. And yet, I couldn't shoo off this feel of compassion towards this boy. Shifting my face towards him as he faced the bookshelf, his shadowy features shone in the dark. The outline of his perfection seemed too real, standing out in this bleak room. 

And within seconds with his face still towards the shelf, a warm hand slipped into mine. 

Call it what you want, but in that moment to me was magic. 

Slowly but surely, his face came into view with mine with his breath still panting. You could say that night was also the night we shared our first kiss. Our first spark. Our first something that told us, we were supposed to be together. 

But now, I wish I could take it all back because I knew, that was all a trick. None of it was real. The sparks, the feelings, the emotions were all fake. 

My stomach interrupted my memories. It growled like a lion wanting to eat, but looking towards my spoiled food, there was going to be no breakfast today. 

Hours had past. My hunger was reaching it's limit. Leaning against a stone wall, a door opened from the stairs and I knew, it was Draco once more. 

With a dark suit on, he held a tray with milk and a sandwich. Oh how, I wanted that sandwich so bad. I could taste it already. And I could taste the sour that was to come through my mouth when I spoke to him. 

"Look who's back again. Mummy and daddy's little slave," I spitted out as he set the tray down. 

Sliding it under the bars, he didn't say anything and turned away from me. Before reaching the stairs, Draco had stopped. 

"You know, nothing that you can say to me, can change the way I feel about you," he said.

"C'mon, Draco. Your little play is over. You don't have to act like you still love me," I replied. 

"But, I don't have to act, Helene," Draco remarked and slowly he turned around. 

I clenched my jaw, so that I wouldn't have to feel the small butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah, well, you lost me long go, Draco." 

I grabbed my sandwich and began to eat it like predator and his prey. 

Malfoy began walking towards me. "Helene, I'm sorry."

I ate in silence, ignoring everything of what he was saying to me. 

"Please forgive me."

This B.L.T was delicious. The bacon was perfectly crispy.  

"It was wrong for me to use love to bring you back to your father. But if I didn't, who knew what your father would have done to me, Helene! Please," his hand clasped the bar and I made eye contact with him, "All I ask is for your forgiveness. It's all that I want from you."

I lowered my eyes back down to my food. Only half of the sandwich was left. His footsteps began to walk away, when I asked aloud a question that had bugged me from the start when he reached the middle of the stairs. . 

"How do I know if this isn't the real Draco?" 

Draco stopped and slightly drifted his face to this side. "Because the old me wouldn't have asked for an apology." He froze and completed his turn towards me. "Or forgiveness."

The basement door closed, leaving me with the fact that the boy was truly and utterly in love with me. 

And the sparks had come back again.