Author's Note: SORRY everyone! I had to take a rly long brake from fan fiction because of some things going on in my life but I promise this story is not dead! Expect more updates! Sorry this one is so short, I'm trying to get back into it though!
Disclaimer: If I owned HP it would be in the mature section due to all the buttsex that would be going on. 'NUff said.
Draco Malfoy sits next to me, adding a pinch of essence of belladonna and a few black beetle eyes into the already bubbling cauldron as I watch lazily, resting my chin on the palms of my hands.
He glares, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead before demanding my assistance.
"Pass me those roots!" He commands. I slowly reach for the said ingredient, smirking as my fingers yet again graze his. He quickly turns away, eyeing the bubbling black potion then crinkling his nose with a look of disgust on his face.
I glance back towards Hermione's table noting the chocolaty brown color of her cauldron before hearing Draco announce in a satisfied tone that the potion was done.
"If you say so…" I muttered, inwardly laughing as he shoots me another glare.
As he turns to the next table to have a word with Blaise Zabini, I take this chance to examine him. He'd grown taller since last year, but is still just as thin. His platinum blonde hair looks about an inch longer, framing his pale face. His shoulders were starting to broaden, making him look less like a boy and more like a man. He was starting to look like his father.
I litterly shake the older Malfoy out of my thoughts just as Draco decides to turn back around. He raises an eyebrow at my sudden movement, but doesn't say anything.
I catch his blue gray eyes with my own emerald ones and my heart nearly skips a beat.
'No, he doesn't look like his father. He is so much more gorgeous…'
Snape walks around the room examing the completed potions. I watch as he looks down his hooked nose into Draco's cauldron, giving the blonde a quick nod in approval.
"Class dismissed" his voice resonates throughout the stone dungeon, and I grab my bag and join my friends as they walk out the door, sparing one more glance at the blonde, who is surrounded by his usual group of Slytherins.
The rest of the day proves to be even more boring and uneventful, and finally its time for dinner. I walk with my two best mates to the great hall, and sit at my usual spot at the Gryffindor table.
"Whatcha lookin' at 'Arry?" Ron asks between mouthfuls of food. He follows my gaze, finally swallowing. "Oh, Malfoy. Now what's he up to?" he asks, glaring at said boy who is eating his food with a bored expression on his face.
I shrug, watching Pansy chatting happily next to him as he shovels another bite of food into his mouth before getting up to leave.
I down the rest of my juice and wave a quick goodbye to my friends, claiming I need to use the loo.
"See you in the common room, Harry" Hermione waves, then returns to her one-sided conversation to Ron about house elves.
Taking notice at how empty the halls are I quickly dawn my invisibility cloak as I follow a very grumpy looking Malfoy, enjoying the chance to check him out without anyone looking.
I frown, rather disappointed, as I watch his enter the Slytherin portrait hole.