Chapter 3
Pierce's P.O.V
The first day of school, It's dreaded, even if your studying magic.
"Pierce, wake up," I open my eyes to see Pansy, attempting wake me up. She really is a Beautiful girl; Just in an understated, different way.
"Five more minutes," I mumble out, pulling the pillow over my face.
"Come on, the sooner we're awake the sooner we get to see the boys," Daphne comes into my limited view.
"Ya, Blaise seems to have taken a liking to you." at this point I'm sitting upwards, listening to the girls speak.
"I don't like him in that way," I state.
"Then who do you like?" Daphne questions.
"ummm nobody," at this point I'm blushing mad.
"Who Who Who," they chant.
"ummm," I'm stalling, at least trying too.
By now we're in the common room, where Draco seems to be lounging. He turns towards us and gives my a sly smile. If I was red before I don't want to know what colour I am now. Daphne and Pansy squeal. They each grab a hand and drag me to the great hall for breakfast. The minute we tap into the door the immediately whisper, quite loudly, "You like Draco Malfoy."
"No, No I don't," I say, trying to deny it.
"OMG, you do," they squeal.
"Would you shut up," I screech back.
"Soo," Pansy drawled, "What do you like about him?"
"Well…."
Meanwhile in the Common Room
Draco's P.O.V
When Pierce walked through the common room my stomach erupted in butterflies; as if a volcano was releasing some steam. I shoot her a smile and her face goes the shade of one of those muggle fire fighting machines.
When she walks through the entrance leading into the grand hall high pitched squeals can be heard. I shake my head thinking about Daphne and Pansy's excited faces.
I'm shook out of my thoughts by Blaise's smirking face.
"What" I respond harshly.
"Nothing," he says while grinning, "Its just that you like Pierce."
My face contorts into an unreadable expression, "Pardon."
"You. Like. Her."
"When did you discover this interesting accusation?" I threaten.
"Five minutes ago; so what is it you like about her?"
Back in the Great Hall
Pierce's P.O.V
I breath deeply before beginning my rant.
"I like his eyes, the way they change colours like a pencil shading a sketchpad. And his hair; it's so stiff like his output personality but when its down its silky and soft- just like him. And the way he walks; so broad and elegantly, it's mesmerizing. The way he smiles is so intriguing and intelligent. My mother always told me you can learn a lot about a person from the way they smile."
When I finish I see that their lips had quirked up into smirks and sly grins; something was bound to happen.