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Chapter 4 - Dark echos of the heart

Chapter 4

-Hey guys, I want to let you know I might have repeated a few lines. I was checking my story after I posted it and sense I had to copy and paste from google docs it got a little messed up. so sorry, please let me know if you find any hiccups I need to fix-

After you confirmed that the password worked and unpacked all of your bags, you flopped on your bed, letting out a big sigh. Dramatically, you said, "Ugh, why is life so difficult?" Thoughts swirled in your mind, replaying the conversation over and over. What did it all mean? Did he actually like you, or was this just another one of his games? Each possibility felt more confusing than the last. You found yourself grappling with a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty. You decided to brush it off—after all, you had only just met. Yet, the more you thought about it, the more questions arose. What did it mean when he leaned in so close? Why did the air feel so electric? As you stared at the ceiling, your heart raced with confusion and curiosity, leaving you wondering if you would ever truly understand what had just happened between you two.You decided it was time to muster up the courage and talk to Hermione about your feelings. Surely, she would have some wisdom to share, especially since she had Ron by her side. Your own romantic experience was limited, mostly revolving around Tom, but with your memory muddled, even the basics, like kissing, felt like a distant dream. As you approached the library, you caught sight of Hermione and Ron in a tender moment, lost in their own world. A wave of hesitation washed over you, and you paused, not wanting to intrude on their intimacy. After a brief moment, you took a deep breath, cleared your throat, and made your presence known. "Hermione!" you called out, stepping closer, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside you. Her head snapped up in surprise. "Y/N! You scared me!" Ron turned, looking equally startled, and chuckled, "Yeah, a little warning next time would be nice!" You all laughed, the tension easing slightly. "That was my warning," you said playfully, "but, anyway, I was hoping to talk to Hermione alone for a moment." "Of course," Hermione replied, shooting Ron a knowing look. "You can just wait for me in the Gryffindor commons for a bit, okay?" With a reluctant nod, Ron wandered off, leaving you and Hermione to find a quiet corner in the library where secrets might be shared. 

"What did you want to talk about?" Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued. I looked down at my lap, gathering my thoughts. "Well… it's about Malfoy." She widened her eyes a bit, leaning in closer. "What did he do this time?" "Well…" I hesitated, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I recalled the tension from our earlier encounter. "I didn't know the password for the commons, so I went to find help and ran into Malfoy in the hallway…" Hermione's expression shifted from concern to intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And?" I took a deep breath, diving into the whirlwind of feelings. "He… he leaned in close, and we had this whole moment—I mean, it felt charged, like there was something unspoken between us. I teased him about the password, and he said it was 'pure-blood' before just… walking away." Hermione's eyes sparkled with excitement. "He actually talked to you like that? It must mean something!" "Or it's just another one of his games," I replied, the knot of confusion tightening in my chest. "But I can't shake the feeling that there's more. It's like he was challenging me, pushing me to see how far I'd go." "Y/N, if there's chemistry, it's worth exploring! But be careful with him—Malfoy can be unpredictable." Just then, the library door creaked open, and a figure slipped in. It was Draco, his presence commanding the room. He caught my eye and smirked, as if he had heard everything. My heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? Hermione noticed my change in demeanor and whispered urgently, "Y/N, don't let him get to you!" But before I could respond, Draco sauntered over, his confidence igniting the air between us again. He leaned against the edge of the table, looking down at me with that infuriatingly charming smirk. "Still thinking about me, are we?" I swallowed hard, torn between irritation and the thrill he elicited within me. "I don't know, Malfoy. You're the one who walked away without answering my question." He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. "And what question was that?" My heart raced as I realized I had to stand my ground. "I was going to ask what you actually want from me." His gaze intensified, the smirk fading into something more serious, almost vulnerable. "Maybe I want to see if you really have what it takes to keep up with me." The air shifted again, thick with anticipation. The library suddenly felt too small, just the two of us locked in a magnetic pull that could either lead to disaster or something more electrifying. "Then maybe you should stick around and find out," I replied, surprising even myself with the boldness in my tone. Hermione had been quietly observing, her eyes wide with disbelief at the tension sparking between us. He chuckled, an edge of genuine intrigue coloring his voice. "Perhaps I will. But be careful, Y/N; I don't play fair." As he turned to leave, my heart raced not just with questions but with the promise of the unexpected twists that were sure to come. I wasn't sure where this would lead, but one thing was clear: the game was on, and it might just be worth the risk. Just then, I turned to Hermione and exclaimed, "Holy Merlin!" a little too loudly. My cheeks burned as I quickly whipped my head towards Malfoy, panic setting in when I realized he was still in the library checking out a book. The last thing I needed was for him to hear that. But to my horror, there he was, looking right at me with the biggest grin in the world. I could feel my face turning an even deeper shade of red, wishing the ground would just swallow me up. Hermione stifled a giggle, clearly enjoying my discomfort, adding to my embarrassment in that crowded, quiet space. As we continued walking, I couldn't shake the feeling of Draco's gaze lingering on me. Hermione bumped my shoulder playfully. "Seriously, though, I don't get why you're so obsessed with him. He's the enemy!" "Obsessed? I'm not obsessed! I just… appreciate a bad boy when I see one," I retorted, trying to sound casual. "Right, because wanting to be tortured by someone with a last name like Malfoy is totally normal," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, he probably has a whole collection of insults ready just for you." "Maybe, but it's like he's wearing a mask. Underneath that arrogance, there might be something more." I couldn't believe I was defending him! Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You think there's a soft side to Draco Malfoy? What are you, a romantic?" "Oh, come on! He's always so dramatic, like he's in one of those cliché romance novels. All brooding and mysterious." She rolled her eyes. "You're reaching! That's just him being annoying. Next, you'll be saying he's misunderstood. He's not the hero in this story!" Pretending to think deeply, I replied, "Maybe he's the villain with a secret heart of gold? Like, what if he secretly loves puppies or has a thing for poetry?" "Now that, I'd like to see!" Hermione laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "But seriously, you can't deny the tension between you two. It's electric!" "I know, right? It's like a game of cat and mouse," I giggled, imagining Draco and me in a dramatic standoff. "Maybe I should just confront him. Tell him I'm onto his little game." "Or just avoid him. It seems like a much safer option," Hermione suggested, still grinning. "But hey, if you do end up talking to him, don't forget to act cool. No one likes a complete dork in front of Draco Malfoy." "Gee, thanks for the advice. I'll just channel my inner cool for him," I said sarcastically. "What could possibly go wrong?" -after awile of juicy gossip-

"Hey, we should probably get some sleep soon," I said, suppressing a yawn. Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded. "Yeah, we've been at this for hours. Besides, I need my beauty sleep if I'm going to be processing all this Draco drama tomorrow!" I chuckled, "Right, can't have you looking like a complete dork when you run into him either." "Exactly! I'll need all my wits about me to deal with you two," she replied, laughing. "But seriously, just remember what I said. Cool and collected—maybe even a bit mysterious." "Got it! I'll practice my brooding for when I'm trying to outsmart him," I joked, mimicking Draco's dramatic flair. "Now, let's call it a night before I get too deep into my secret puppy-loving villain theory!" "Goodnight, and sweet dreams of dramatic standoffs!" Hermione teased as we headed to our separate rooms, the excitement still buzzing in the air.