Draco's POV

I was so stupid. I, myself, did not understand how important she was to me. Her very existence consumed my every thought, and she was becoming a part of me whether I wanted her to be or not.

I felt myself cry again as she left the tower. I just wanted to kiss her again and again. To hold her, to tell her that I lo-

I heard a loud bang, but it was just some stupid bird flying into the tower like they always do.

I had panicked for a second. Of course I'd assumed something happened to Evelyn.

That Ebony was just a distraction. I spoke to her for the sake of it. I wanted Evelyn to persuade me to go back to her, I wanted her to be jealous. I wanted her to hurt over me to force her back in, because I was hurt, and I was extremely selfish. I was a Slytherin.

"Draco?"

I looked up to see Blaise. I scoffed. The jerk that'd probably locked me in here, after all. I knew he'd been speaking to Evelyn again.

I could sense it.

"I know how you feel about her," he said, "Just do it, mate. I know none of us are on good terms, but you guys actually do have feelings for each other."

"She will forget me soon enough, and rightfully so," I replied scornfully.

Blaise laughed, "No, she won't."

"And how are you so sure, Zambini?" I hissed.

"She wants you back," he announced, pride in his tone, "That's what she's doing. Trying to get you back."

"I... I want her back."

"Then-"

"It's too dangerous, Blaise. Don't you know that? What, with Voldemort and all of his st-..." I stopped myself from openingly showing disgust of his actions, "All of his irrational ideas, she'll get hurt, Blaise. I couldn't bear to see that."

"Go," Blaise ordered.

"What?"

"Go talk to her, you bloody fool!" He yelled, almost pushing me down the stairs.

I frowned at him, and climbed down the stairs in grace.

Okay, Zambini.

I arrived at the common room in no time and she was there, all alone. There was no other Slytherin to be seen, as if this was laid out far too perfectly.

"Evelyn," I whispered.

She looked up and smiled, "Did you have fun thinking?"

"Yes, I did," I said, taking one of her small hands in both of mine and holding it to where my heart is.

"You feel that?" I asked. "That's how you make me feel, Evelyn. Like I'm constantly on an adrenaline rush. I want us to be together, but it has to be a secret. Especially from my family."

Her face lit up instantly as she said, "Okay. Can we be 'friends' in public?"

"Of course."

"Thank you," she muttered into my ear as she consumed me in a hug.

Her scent filled my nostrils as she got close to me and I felt nothing but blessed.