My Forbidden Angel

Its 3:20 am, Im sick.
Woke up and puked, I did

Now I cant sleep.
lovely

So... Yeah... Chapter two then?

Chapter 2: Pretending

I awoke the next morning, still thinking about last night. It was time to start pretending, to start acting like last night never happened, like Malfoy had asked.
I couldnt forget it, I could pretend it never happened though. I wouldnt ever forget the feel of his lips on mine. I would never forget last night. Ever.

"Harry. Hurry up, im starved." Ron's head popped inbetween the drapes around my bed. His red hair shining.

"Im almost ready Ron." I threw on a clean set of clothes and another robe before slipping on my shoes and tying them tight.

We walked down to the dinner hall in silence.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione's voice drifted into my head
"Oh sorry, yes. Just thinking."

"Okay..." She bit her lip, and nodded as we sat in our spot. My eyes automatically trailed over to where Malfoy was picking at his food awkwardly. He looked as if he didnt sleep last night, the blond hair I had tangled my fingers in last night was a mess, his eyes sleepy.

"Dont you think Harry?" Ron was speaking to me, I shook my head and looked at him.

"Im sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was saying, dont you think this years OWLs are going to be rough?" He furrowed his eyebrows, "You are really not paying attention today."

"I guess I have alot on my mind. Classes and stuff." I muttered, sneaking peeks at Draco every few seconds, "I think they will be just as hard as last year, but with all new material."

Malfoy's POV (dont get used to it, I will write in Harry mostly)

Why had I kissed him last night, I mean... I knew why... But what was wrong with me? I had fled the scene right after, like a coward.

I could feel his gaze on me every few seconds from across the room, but I refused to look up from my food. Crabbe and Goyle were discussing something stupid, not paying me any mind.
I knew I didnt want to be a death-eater, and I knew I wanted Harry Potter. But I also knew that we could never be anything, the dark lord wanted me. My father would force me to him, force me to fight Harry. I dont want to hurt him, ever.

I was becoming such a softy. Malfoys are supposed to be vicious, coldblooded and mean. Yet I wanted to be nice, sweet, and loving to Harry. This is such a fuckup of a situation.
I was going to ignore Harry, and my feelings for him. Avoid his beautiful face at all costs. Only speak to him when I needed to. Thats what I was going to do...
Looking up through my eyelashes I stole a glance at him, he was looking at me. Weasly was talking to him, but he didnt seem to notice. He was deep in thought, his messy hair messier than usual, and his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

I shouldnt have done what I did last night, I shouldnt have ran. I shouldnt have kissed him... No, If I hadnt kissed him he wouldnt know how I felt.

He was still looking at me, I lifted my face and met his eyes. His cheeks turned pink as he blushed and looked away.

I smiled softly and looked down at my plate. He was adorable, honestly.

"Oi, what're you smilin' at Draco?" Crabbe's voice said to my right. I looked at his pug-like face.

"Nothing, Crabbe. None of your business." I said, and he nodded. They knew not to question me.

I was going to ignore Harry, for his own good. He didnt need me in his life, I was a menace. I belonged to the dark lord, my father made sure of that a long time ago. No matter how much I didnt want it.

._. The chapters WILL get longer. I promise. Im not sick anymore... But I had to cut this chapter short... Ill start on the next one soon. It may skip forward about a week... Just a fair warning... Uhh... Yeah :)
~Bree