The North Tower

Isadora120

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A/N: Well I am still working on all my stories but I wanted to add this before it got out of my head.

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Chapter One

The wind blew my curly and semi tamed hair into my face as climbed to the top of the north tower. Even from here I could see the Gryffindor team flying wildly around … and I knew I was free for a few hours at least. I continued and ran up the worn and old steps. Finally I reached the top but I wasn't prepared to see what I saw there. No, he couldn't be here this was the only place I was safe and free. He turned his head and looked at me

"Malfoy," I said quietly.

"Granger," he returns.

There is an awkward silence as we openly stare at each other in shock.

"What are you doing here?" We ask in an impromptu chorus.

"I thought no one knew of the North Tower." I said.

"So did I," Malfoy replied.

There was another awkward silence.

"Well, unlike you, I enjoy being alone." Malfoy replied.

"You're not the only one ferret." I replied.

Suddenly he grabbed my arms and pinned me to the side of the tower wall.

"Don't call me that." He hissed angrily.

Pain shot through out my body. Suddenly he let go and I looked down blood streamed from my arms and my shoulders. He stared at me wordlessly in shock for a minute. He pulled out his wand and to my surprise he muttered a healing spell and it stopped bleeding and hurting. Then the blood disappeared. I couldn't speak I was in so much shock. "Was this really Malfoy?" I thought.

"Who did this to you?" Malfoy asked pulling me from my thoughts.

I opened my mouth and closed it several times. "Was his voice caring?" I thought.

I turned and looked at the school grounds my eyes followed the flying figures of the Gryffindor team. They would stop in 45 minutes; I wouldn't have much time today. Malfoy walked over and looked in my direction.

"Scar-head and weaslbee?" He asked.

I turned to face him. "Don't call them that!" I said defensively.

He looked at me for awhile in deep thought. "It is Ron; isn't it?" He said weirdly.

I wouldn't answer him and continued watching the dull sport. He reached out and put his hand on my chin forcing me to look at him. "Yes," I suddenly blurted out. "My life was going fine besides Dumbledore's death and Snape's downfall. It all started when Harry started to sneak out to lay his plan to defeat Voldamort. Ron wasn't the caring, loving boyfriend anymore. He also wasn't the love of my life either. He became so overprotective of me with other people … but when I resisted, he …"

I couldn't go further I started sobbing and without much thought I flung my arms around him and cried into his shoulder. After a minute he wrapped one hand around my waist and stroked my head with the other. Suddenly I remembered this was DRACO MALFOY. What was I doing??? I pulled away quickly and noticed that the Gryffindor team was heading toward the showers.

"I am sorry I don't know what I was doing." I say softly. 'I just come up here to be away from my problems for awhile."

"You aren't the only one trying to escape their problems and running from life." Draco says.

I turn around, suddenly I reach for his arm … he doesn't pull away as I roll it up. There is no mark on it, neither on the other. "I am sorry,' I say quietly.

"For what?" He questions.

"For misjudging you," I reply.

There is another silence as we just watch the sunset peacefully.

"Me too," He says softly.

I nod, "well I need to go."

He nods as I turn to leave.

"Wait!" he calls. I turn around.

He runs to me, "meet me tomorrow while they are practicing."

I nod, "at six." I reply confused at how confident I actually sound.

"At six then," He replies as I run down the step and emerge from behind the old statue of the four founders with the large plaque behind it. Quickly I grab a book from the library and sit in the Gryffindor common room pretending to be half way done. Now for once I feel much better after coming down from the secret North Tower and maybe Malfoy wasn't that bad. Satisfied with a new hope I am not as afraid of what Ron will want when he gets back.

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A/N: Well what did u think??? Should this be more than a one shot??? Please Comment!!!

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