IMPOSSIBLE
Chapter One
Secrets
"Oi! Potter! Ever heard of a comb!?" I screamed up the stairs. He just rolled his eyes at me. Stupid git. I mean, I know it wasn't the best insult I could come up with, but I hate when people don't react. Seriously, I say things to bug you, BE BUGGED! You'd think he could be a little nicer to me. My dad was arrested, and now I have to kill effing Dumbledore. Meanwhile all the girls are running after him, thinking he's the 'Chosen One'; barf.
"Oh Dracykins!!" Shit, it's Parkinson.
"Hullo," I say unenthusiastically.
"Are you coming with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Oh Merlin. No. No, no, no, no, no. I REFUSE to go with her.
"I don't know," I say coolly. "I've got other things to do. Other people to go with."
"Who!?" she practically screams.
"Other people." She huffs and turns, walking briskly away. Thank Merlin. I look down at my watch. It's late enough to go to bed. Maybe the world will be nice to me and I'll never wake up.
Right now I am very sneakily walking along Hogsmeade. I have a very important mission. I call it: Operation Avoid Parkinson. It is very important. Practically life or death. I hop into the Hog's Head and hide behind a very dirty table. The customers in here are really quite odd. There's a GUY with a floor length black braid, a very tall woman with an absurdly long neck and a very strange hat, a couple people wearing hooded cloaks, a guy about my age who is freakishly good-looking, and a goat. Seeing as Operation Avoid Parkinson is going well, I decided I might as well hang out in here for a bit. I order a butter beer and go talk to the good-looking guy, because I might as well talk to someone hot.
"Hullo," I say, sitting down next to him.
"Hello," he says, nodding to me. Okay, I know I'm a guy, but he is really hot. He has bronze-ish hair and really pale skin.
"I'm Draco Malfoy." I say, extending my hand. He takes it, and smiles. His hands are really cold, but he has a really cute smile. Wait, what!? DRACO! YOU'RE A GUY!
"Edward Cullen," he says.
"Do you want to be friends?" I ask. I don't know why, but I like this guy. He looks sort of surprised for a second, then smiles again.
"Sure," I grin.
"So, friend,"
"Yes, friend?" I put my empty mug of butter beer down on the counter.
"Where to next?"
*
"Yeah, well look at this." Edward grabs a very large patio table and lifts it over his head effortlessly. Cool.
"Is that all you've got?" I say as he puts the table down. I draw my wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The table floats gently up into the air, while I'm still sitting on my bum.
"Well, I can run really fast!"
"Well I can apparate!"
"Well I can sparkle!" I've noticed. Unfortunately I have no retort.
"Well," I pause. Think Draco, think! "I have blonde hair!" At this point Edward bursts into a fit of laughter. "Oh shut up!"
"So do I win, then?" he asks, still grinning broadly.
"No, I am still the all-time winner!" I say, leaning back and putting my arms behind my head. Blinking the sun out of my eyes, I add, "And besides, wizards beat vampires any day."
"What about the vampire wizards?" he says, sitting down next to me.
"Well, they're different."
"I see…" he says, running a hand through his hair. I can't help but notice how gorgeous he is. Wait, what am I saying? Did I just call a guy gorgeous? What's gotten in to me lately? Suddenly, an epiphany hits me, falling rapidly like hail, confusing me, too fast to focus. It can't be true. It's impossible. Draco Malfoy isn't gay!