Chapter 2
"Cho, it looks like you have an admirer." I look up from my books and at my friend John.
"What?" I ask, still not following. I have been sitting in the library for the last three hours, trying to finish my report for Potions. I haven't eaten a thing and my stomach is telling me that I need to...and soon.
"Mr. Malfoy has been staring at you this whole time," John said, giving me a nudge in the ribs. "Want to try living life on the edge, eh?"
I just give John a look and he buries his nose back in his Transfiguration homework. I look over to where Malfoy and his gang is sitting and he quickly looks away, almost fascinated by something Pansy has just said. I roll my eyes and look back down at my work. I've already completed three rolls of parchment, the third a little less than the page. I start to pack up my things.
"Where are you going?" John asks, as I stand up.
"I think I deserve a break," I say. "Besides, I need something to eat." He just shrugs.
"I'll see you in the common room then." I nod and begin to leave.
"Why Ms. Chang, you are looking lovely today." I stop as a smooth voice comes up behind me.
"What do you want Malfoy?" I ask, without turning around.
"Just a little chat," he said, his voice smooth as silk. I laugh.
"A little chat?" I turn to look at him. "All right Draco. How are you? Your parents?" I hug my books to my chest and pretend to have a concerned look about me. "Are they well?" He grabs my arm and forcefully drags me out into the hall and pushes me against the wall.
"I will not be talked to like that," he hissed. His fingers are digging into my arm, but I will not give into him...not again.
"Then don't talk to me at all," I snap back and struggle to get out of his hold. His grip only tightens and I wince. Trying to compose myself, I look up into his eyes. "What do you want then?"
For a split second, he seems to soften and I can feel his gripe loosen. Taking the chance, I knock his hand away and step a few paces away from him. His cold eyes narrow at me and he folds his arms over his chest.
"Stop staring at me when we're in the same room," he says. "What will people say?" With that, he gives me a smirk and walks back into the library, leaving me standing in the hall, my mouth open.