Saturday October 13
I set my books on the table and sat down in front of Dustin. He looked up briefly, smiled, and went back to taking notes. I was tongue tied so I just grabbed one of the books I had randomly plucked off the shelf, and pretended to read. I could feel Draco glaring at me but I really didn't know what I was supposed to do next.
But you're probably wondering what's going on so let me explain how this phenomenon came about.
It began five days ago, Tuesday evening. I was in the Slytherin common room playing an innocent game of wizard's chess, when an origami bird landed on my queen. I rolled my eyes, Draco was such a show off. The note read: Come to my room; I got a plan to help you get Cummings.
I sighed but stood up and paused the game, which wasn't a big trouble since I had been playing by myself. As I navigated the many corridors that held each Slytherin's personal room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. If it weren't for Draco's insistent nagging I probably would've been content to just stare at the studious Ravenclaw for the rest of my life…or at least until 8th year.
But I digress, when I reached Draco's room, he was sitting at his desk, head bent, quill scribbling madly.
I tapped his shoulder and without looking up or pausing, he said, "I have a plan." And that short disastrous sentence is the reason I'm sitting in a library full of Slytherins and a Ravenclaw.
Draco's brilliant plan was to get most of the Slytherins to take up the seats in the library so that the only empty spot would be at the same table as Dustin. Do you see where I'm going with this? Good. But even with all of that planning and bribery, Draco forgot one important detail: What do I say to him, once I'm finally sitting down?
I shifted nervously and shot Draco a venomous look in return for his glare. But instead of cowering he just mouthed, "talk to him." I almost snorted, yeah it was so easy for him to say, he didn't have to drum up the courage to talk the most beautiful boy in all of Hogwarts. But from the way Draco sometimes looked at Potter, you'd believe he'd done just that.
I sneaked a look at Dustin, who had been reading down this little trip down memory lane) and opened my mouth…nothing came out. After about the third try Dustin looked up and met my gaze with a puzzled expression.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine, I'm just having trouble with my, er, Arithemacy homework." I grabbed a piece of parchment to my right that had some half finished equations on it. Inwardly I groaned at the lame excuse but, surprisingly Dustin seemed to find it acceptable because he leaned forward to see the parchment and let out a small "oh." He studied it for awhile longer before, seemingly satisfied, asking me if I would like any help.
To say I was shocked would've been a gross understatement. But I saw this for what it was, A Golden Opportunity. So without a moment's hesitation, I agreed to be tutored by the boy I was in love with. If only I'd known what disastrous hell would become of it, I'd have run screaming as soon as Draco had mouthed the words, "talk to him."