"Right, let me continue. Hogsmeade. I felt some sort of pull all day. It was a feeling, a tugging in my chest nudging me in particular directions. I ignored it for the better part of the day, but then Malfoy walked into the Three Broomsticks and it ebbed. When we left, I went to Scrivenshafts... it just felt like the place I was supposed to be. I have no idea truly why I went there, but then I ran into Malfoy again, literally, and the fire and sparks were back. He asked to speak to me, so we walked along the path a ways back toward the castle. Then he confronted me. He knew about the library books that I checked out... apparently he did a search that yielded all of the same results and Madam Pince found it amusing so she told him that it was me who checked them out. Anyway, somehow we ended up close... closer than I think I’ve ever consciously been to the man. I don’t know what came over me, but one second we were talking and the next I was practically snogging the daylights out of him. We only stopped when he pulled back. Then he retreated quite quickly into himself. Muttered some utter bullshite about not being good for me."