Three months has officially passed since I've been at Hogwarts. Everything seems normal, like a daily routine. Magic doesn't freak me out anymore and I can officially ride a broomstick, something all first years can actually do.
I was heading to the forest for my care for magical creatures lesson. As usual, my classes were mixed with Gryffindor. I leaned against the stone wall bored out of my mind.
"Where's Hagrid?" I asked Pansy.
"I don't know." she shrugged picking at her nails. I heard some rustling and Hagrid finally came out of his hut. I clutched my book tightly, annoyed at the way it keeps trying to nip me.
"C'mon round, I've got a real treat for you." Hagrid said. "Just around here." he said stepping over a large stone wall.
"Open your books to page forty nine." he added.
"Exactly how do we do that?" Draco asked.
"Just stroke the spine of course." Hagrid said annoyed. I stroked the spine of the book and it purred softly with pleasure. I smiled and opened the book to the given page. Of course, being a scatterbrain like Neville, he didn't stroke it and opened it which caused it to lash out and attack him.
Hermione said something to Harry which I didn't hear but Draco's voice caught my attention.
"Oh yeah, terribly funny." he said in his usual cocky voice. "Real witty. God this place has gone to the dogs. Wait till my father hears that Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes."
I rolled my eyes at Draco's remark. He can be really nice to you but at the same time, a real pain in the arse. Crabbe and Goyle laughed at his remark but Pansy's laugh seemed strained.
"Shut up Malfoy." Harry said walking up to us. They whistled. Draco cockily dropped his bag on Goyle and began walking up to Harry, of course, his arrogant stride. I leaned against the stone wall and watched. This is more drama than the soaps you find on muggle television. I pulled my hood up to block out the blinding sunlight on me.
Draco eyed Harry up and down but suddenly his expressions changed from cocky to scared.
"Dementors! Dementors!" he shouted pointing behind Harry but there was nothing. Everyone got so scared and turned behind but then Draco and his crew started laughing. They pulled up their hoods and made ghostly voices. I just waggled my fingers to entertain them. Hermione gave them a look and dragged Harry away. I pulled off my hood and whispered to Pansy.
"If all dementors looked like him who would say no to Azkaban?" I giggled and so did Pansy. Hagrid then shushed us and brought out this magnificent creature. I gaped at it's feathers and the regal attitude it gave.
Hagrid explained how this was a Hippogriff and you wouldn't want to be insulting them. He then asked who wanted to stroke it first. Everyone stood back except me and Harry, I was too busy admiring the creature. Draco suddenly roughly pulled me behind with the others.
"Hey!"
"Do you really want to be the first on that thing?" he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Thinking of all the positive meetings with animals before, mind you they weren't good, I quickly shook my head.
Harry walked up and bowed to the Hippogriff which instantly poised on both legs, striking out it's magnificent wings, a warning sign to back off. I read it in the book. Hagrid ordered Harry to step back in doing so, Harry broke a twig but the creature calmed down and allowed Harry to stroke it. I smiled to myself.
Being Draco, he wanted a better view of Potter failing, what he told me and pushed through the crowd of Gryffindor students. He was still holding on to my hood when he pushed through. He bit into a green apple and smirked.
"Apple?" he said offering the one he bit into.
"No thanks." I said hurriedly. I had an extreme dislike for apples.
Harry was then mounted on the Hippogriff and he went flying off in the direction of Hogwarts. Obviously he gets the most attention since he was the so called 'chosen one'. I did a bit of research on Harry Potter.
Turns out, his parents were killed by He Who Shall Not Be Named, aka Voldermort, and tried to kill him too which failed resulting in his lightning bolt scar below his bangs. I always pondered what the scar was because I had something similar, just below the collarbone where it's hidden.
Harry soon enough returned and leapt off the Hippogriff which Hagrid named Buckbeak. And obviously, Draco being Draco, sauntered up to Buckbeak.
"Yeah yeah, you aren't dangerous at all are you? You great ugly brute." he taunted and the creature went in attack mode and everyone was screaming. Draco stood shocked as he moved back, Buckbeak scratched him and he fell to the floor, over exaggerating. We may be in the same house and friends but it was his attitude that just made me….
"Almost killed me." Draco whimpered.
"Hagrid! He has to be taken to the hospital immediately." Hermione shouted.
"Uhh, Amelie and Pansy!" Hagrid said looking at both of us. "Take him to the hospital."
We ran up to Draco and slung his arm around our shoulders. Boy was he heavy.
"You're going to regret this! You and your bloody chicken. My father will hear about this." Draco whimpered.
"Hush or we'll drop you." I jokingly threatened. Draco immediately shut up and we headed to Madam Pomfrey as fast as we could.
"Just a minor scratch. No harm." she said tutting.
"You idiot." I joked.
He tried to move but he winced.
"You're lucky I can't put a hex on you right now." he groaned. Professor Snape rushed into the room looking worried. Strange, since when Snape appeared for any students hospital visits? He pushed me and Pansy away and told us to get back to the common rooms.
"What's up with Snape and Malfoy?" I asked Pansy as we walked back to the common rooms.
Yet again she replies with a 'I don't know'.
Draco returned back to the study halls, his arm in a sling. I sat in between Pansy and Crabbe who were too busy messing about. I was taking notes down hurriedly with my quill on my parchment.
With the rate of my continuous studying and extra tutoring, I reckon within another month I would be about the same level as the other fifth years. I just began the chapter on dementors and was about to take notes when an arm bump me and my quill skidded.
"Malfoy!" I shrieked.
"Darling!" he mocked me. I rolled my eyes and continued with my studying.
"Does it hurt terribly Draco?" Pansy asked in a sweet voice. Awwh, she has a heart sometimes.
"It comes and it goes. Can't play Quidditch for a month." Draco said. "I'm fine thanks for asking." he said into my ear loudly. I winced and smirked.
"Oops, my apologies Sir Malfoy. Is your arm alright after you stupidly went after a bird?" I asked with mock sweetness, bowing my head like you would do to a queen.
"I- wait." he took out his wand and looked at me and before he could say anything I stopped him.
"Expelliarmus!" I said loudly and his wand flew out of his hand. He used his good hand and picked it up.
"Not too shabby Amelie." he complimented. A tinge of pink hinted my cheeks but I shook my robes, imitating the room was hot.
"Detention for you Ms Darling for using magic during studies." a voice peaked behind my neck. I jumped with fright and turned around. Professor Snape.
"But sir!" I protested.
"Quiet. I expect to see you in my office tomorrow evening." Snape said in his monotone voice. Once I made sure he left, I used my fingers to make a bird shape and cocked my head to the side.
"Detention Ms Amelie for bla bla." I mocked which earned laughter from Pansy and Draco. We made a few jokes which caused the other houses to give us looks of disgust but I ignored them. Who cares about what other houses thought about you? As long as your house accepts you it's alright.
After studies, I went to the Gryffindor common room looking for Harry. He was supposed to be helping me with Defence against the Dark Arts today.
I tapped the portrait of the fat lady who guarded the Gryffindor common room.
"Can I see Mr Potter please?" I asked her. She looked down my tie and gasped.
"Slytherin! You're awfully polite for one. I heard stories, is it true you are a muggle?" she whispered. I laughed kindly at her frankness.
"Yes, I am a muggle." I replied.
"Well for one, Salazar Slytherin would've never accepted you. He only wanted the purest of all wizard blood. Good of the sorting hat to put you in Slytherin, it's time they have a muggle as a change of heart." the fat lady said. "Oops! I'll call Mr Potter now."
Within minutes, the door swung open revealing Harry. He was scowling the whole time when we walked into the Dark Arts classroom.
"Since last week we finished third year lessons, a test." Harry said in a monotone voice. He didn't seem as chirpy. Was it something Draco did? I shrugged off any questions and concentrated at the ones he was going to give me.
He unlocked the box and out came my worst fear, but this time it has changed. Harry noticed it too. It was dark magic, swirling about, attacking me. I know this was a Boggart, it couldn't get to me right? Suddenly, I felt some pain and collapsed on the floor.
"Riddikulus!" I muttered pointing at the Boggart and it transformed to the funniest thing I thought of naturally.
"Are you alright Amelie?" he asked with concern. His eyes flashed in his glasses and I gave a small smile when everything turned to darkness.
"Avada Kedavra!" a voice shouted and everything went into flashes of green and grey smoke flocked about. I was choking and crying. My parents. Where were they? I pushed my way through my fog when I heard my name being called.
"Amelie!" it said. My eyes scanned through the smoke. My eyes watered as I tried to look for the figure which was calling my name.
"Amelie! Wake up!" it said louder. This time I felt my hand being squeezed. The smoke cleared and so did the green flashes.
My eyes fluttered open to find Harry next to me. I forced myself to get up and leaned against the headboard.
"What happened?" I asked, my mouth full of a horrid taste.
"You passed out trying to repel a Boggart." Harry said. Suddenly the hospital door bang open and I saw Pansy and Draco run in.
"What are you doing here Potter?" Draco spat.
"Checking up on my student." he said coolly.
"Yeah, because when you tutor, you injure a student it makes no big deal." Pansy scowled.
"Shut up Malfoy. Parkinson." Harry said. "Amelie." he nodded and gave a small smile in my direction. He left the room, his scowl glowering at Draco and Pansy.
"Are you alright?" Pansy asked.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." I pushed myself out of the bed. My stomach grumbled embarrassingly. I chuckled nervously. "You guys had dinner yet?"
"Knew you were going to be hungry." Pansy smirked and brought out a plate of chicken and potatoes.
"I swear she eats more than that Weasley boy." Draco muttered.
"Don't judge a girl's appetite!" I said my mouth full of chicken.
"Alright, alright!" Draco held his hands in surrender. I smirked and continue eating.
Transfiguration tutoring has gotten easier. Hermione sat on a table smiling at me.
The guinea fowl that was once sitting on the wooden table has turned into a guinea pig. I clapped my hands and jumped up excitedly.
"I did it Hermione!" I leapt with joy. I hugged her tightly. "Thank you." I muttered.
"Not a problem at all." Hermione smiled. "This means my tutoring has ended." she smiled sadly.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Dumbledore only told me to tutor you until you reach the level of fifth year learning. Once I was done, I can continue with my extra classes."
"Gosh! Hermione! If you told me I took up your extra classes I would've gotten another tutor." I apologised. She laughed and patted my back.
"Nobody's as skillful as me in this." she winked. She gathered her books and gave me a small head nod. "Good knowing you Slytherin princess."
"Wait! Can't we be friends?" I asked.
"Thought you never asked." she smirked but dropped when I pulled out my wand. "Of course we can! Want to grab some butterbeer with Harry, Ron and I this weekend at Hogsmeade?"
"Sure!" I said beaming.
Luckily for the weekends, Pansy had extra classes with Snape, much to her annoyance and Draco had some errands to run. It was snowing already and I pulled on a green and silver striped Slytherin scarf around my neck and clasped my hood.
I met Harry, Hermione and Ron at the entrance of Hogwarts.
"What's she doing here?" Ron sneered. I was slightly insulted by this.
"I invited her. Now shut up Ron, she isn't like other Slytherins." Hermione nudged Ron's shoulder.
"I'm sorry your majesty pureblood." Ron mocked again.
"The term is mudblood." I snapped. "I'm the only one without pureblood in Slytherin."
"Oh." Ron looked guilty liked he kicked a puppy. "Sorry." he apologised.
"It's okay." I smiled shaking his hand. The trip to Hogsmeade was chilly but soon enough we were in the Three Broomsticks. The old chiming sound of the bell was music to my ears and the warmth from the fire brought back the colour to our cheeks.
"Four butterbeers please!" Harry said. Butterbeer?
"This has no alcohol in it right?" I asked when our drinks came in hot tankards. I gently blew at the froth and raised an eyebrow.
"A little." Hermione said and took a small sip. I trusted her and took a gulp. It tasted like heaven. I licked the froth and gulped down again. It tasted like butterscotch, my favourite flavour. After a tankard, I felt slightly dizzy and excused myself.
I never really joined their conversation because it was all about stuff that has happened to get to Harry. I walked out, slightly dizzy in a drunken state. I guess now my body can't take any tolerance on alcohol.
Suddenly, two strong hands clasped around my mouth. My instincts were to scream but their hands muffled my sounds. And that's when I blacked out, yet again.
"Maybe she knows…" I heard voices. My eyes fluttered open slightly and I knew I was not in the snow anymore. Where was I? I looked around my surroundings, people dressed in black. "Aye, the Dark Lord wants her, he gets her."
"Help!" I screamed but someone threw a curse at me which shut me up. A lady, dressed in black came up to me. Her hair was frizzy and dark brown and her complexion was not as attractive as the others. She was very pale and her teeth were all rotten. She pulled my tie out and scrunched her nose in disgust when she saw my tie.
"She got into Slytherin?" she spat. A man, who scarily resembled Draco though his hair was way longer than Draco's stepped forward, eyeing me. "Back in the days only a pureblood can get into Slytherin."
"Strange, Draco had never sent me any messages related to this mudblood." he drawled. I don't like these people. They all looked creepy.
"I may be a mudblood but I definitely earned my place in Slytherin!" I said loudly. People shouldn't really mess with my flaming temper.
"Mudblood's got a backbone." the lady mock.
"Bellatrix." the man held a hand over the lady. Bellatrix. Where have I heard that name? I drawled her name slowly in my mind trying to recall the name.
"What is a mudblood like you wandering about?" the man asked. I made up my mind not to answer him. I wasn't telling him anything. Instead I spat in his face.
"Lucius." another lady warned. She had dark brown hair like Bellatrix's except hers hand chunks of white cascading. Lucius! Another familiar name though I don't remember quite clearly where I've heard it from.
"You stupid, foolish mudblood!" Bellatrix screeched, her voice cutting through my ears. "Crucio!" she screamed.
A sharp pain hit my cheek as I squirmed and screamed in agony in my chair. The pain was unbearable. It felt like knives, being dragged down your skin ever so slowly just for the pain. I can feel my cheek slicing open as the pointed her wand at me.
"Stop Bellatrix! " Lucius boomed. The pain stopped and my head fell back. "Let me do it. Crucio!" he yelled and the pain came back again. This time, like daggers being thrown and needles pricking your skin. I screamed and screamed with all my might but nothing was stopping the pain until I heard a girl scream yet it didn't come from this room.
"Stop! Both of you!" the lady with the brown and white hair yelled. The pain stopped finally and my head fell limp. My eyes lifted up to see not anyone of them, but someone else rushing to my side.
"Go away!" I yelled at the person, tears streaming down and stinging my cheek.
"Aunt, father what have you done?" a familiar voice spoke.
"Malfoy?" my voice choked out, barely audible.
"Shh, shh it's alright." he whispered.
"No it's not! I don't know who these people are and they're torturing me!"
"Son, step aside from the mudblood." Lucius commanded. Son?
Draco wiped a stray tear from my eye and his eyes were filled with regret, sorrow and guilt as he stepped aside.
"Not the Cruciatus curse father. Never ever do that to her." he tiptoes to reach Lucius height and glared at him. He waved his wand and I was free. My body fell limp as I fell to the ground. The other wizards and witches stepped aside as Draco's strong hands lifted me from the ground.
"She will never speak of this incident." Lucius muttered and pointed his wand at me. My mouth felt a weird sensation and I sniffed.
"I can walk." I coughed and blood splattered on my hands.
"No, you can't." he said, stepping out to the snow. "Curse this snow." he muttered. He took off his cloak but even with little strength, I pushed it back.
"You'll freeze." I mutter.
"I've been through worse." he shrugged and draped the cloak. He was carrying me bridal style and it earned quite a number of stares from other wizards. Who is Draco Malfoy carrying?
"Madam Pomfrey! Madam Pomfrey!" I heard Draco shout running to the hospital. My eyes opened slowly and found myself back in Hogwarts. My lips were cracked and blue, my cheek felt swollen, like someone punched me and cut it.
"What happened to her Mr Malfoy?!" she asked slash shouted.
"I don't know, I found her lying in Hogsmeade like that." Draco said. What has he got to hide? I opened my mouth to tell her about Lucius and Bellatrix but my mouth couldn't process the words. They must've put a spell on me.
Madam Pomfrey tutted and tended me with so much care. Draco sat by my side, holding my hand the entire time. I can't say that felt good or bad, just nice.
"My dear, that cut on your cheek will be there for weeks." she said sadly passing me a mirror. I held the mirror and saw a small gash trailing for my left eye stopping mid cheek. It was very visible and outstanding.
"What can I do about it?"
"It was caused by dark magic dear, very dark magic. I'm afraid you will have to give it a few weeks before I can properly remove it because someone has placed a curse on you." she shuddered.
I pushed myself from the bed and fell forward but Draco caught me.
"You still look beautiful." he said wiping a tear that escaped my eye.
"Why did you lie about your father? Why?" I demanded my tears flowing out. We were outside the corridors which was a dim silence save my crying.
"Do you really want the whole school to know my father has recently escaped from Azkaban without anyone knowing? And that he works with the Dark Lord?! And how my parents and relatives are Death Eaters?!' he half yelled. I winced at his voice and back off.
"Fine. I'm sorry I ever asked." I snapped and walked towards the common room. I threw a final look at Draco who had his arms around his neck looking up stressed. He didn't notice me and instead, walked off to another direction.
Why do I even care about him? I walked past Dumbledore's office which had the door ajar and heard some voices.
"Miss Bell, do you know who gave you this cursed necklace?" Dumbledore asked. A girl whimpered in fear and shook her head.
"Please, I need to know." Dumbledore pleaded.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy." she whimpered. My hand flew up to my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Draco gave an innocent girl a cursed necklace. I stopped to listen for a while more.
"Did he ask you to deliver it to anyone?" Dumbledore asked again.
"You." she said quietly.
"Alright thank you Miss Bell, I will send you off to class now." he said. I took this as a cue to go away.
Before I arrived the common room, I heard Professor McGonagall's voice.
"Why is it when there's trouble it's always the three of you?" McGonagall asked in a strained voice. Her sharp eyes caught me outside and called my name. "Amelie!"
I scurried in, not wanting to make eye contact, being that my face is scarred.
"Amelie were you with them?" she asked. I nodded my head, still looking down. McGonagall pushed my chin up and gasped at my face. "Dear child, who did this to you?"
"Lu-Lu-Lu Ma-" I tried saying Lucius name but it wouldn't budge.
"She's rather tired. I think we should let her rest." Ron cut in. Thank goodness for that save but I really need to know why can't I say Lucius Malfoy.
"Have you gone to Madam Pomfrey?" she asked her eyes flashing with concern. She trailed a finger down my scar and shuddered. "Dark magic."
"Yes." I whispered, barely audible. And before anyone could object, I ran out of the room and towards the Slytherin common rooms, tears stinging the scar.
To my horror, everyone decided to look up the moment the bricks arranged themselves, revealing the common room, exposing the long gash on my cheek. I made no eye contact and pushed through a couple of second and third years whispering about me.
"Told you the muggle wouldn't last…"
"Hmph, the Sorting Hat probably made a mistake putting her here. She can't even keep up with curses and spells…"
I ignored the whispering and flopped onto my bed crying.
"Amelie? What happened?" Pansy's voice echoed through my empty dorm.
"Who did that?" Evelyn and Millicent added in sync. I shook my head and buried my face deeper into the pillow.
"Evelyn, Millicent, you girls go. I'll stay." Pansy said. She crept over to my bed and place a warm hand on my back.
"Amelie, you have to tell me what has happened. Draco's father can get back at the idiot who did this to you." Pansy said. Hearing Draco's father made me burst into more tears. "Was it Potter?" she sneered. I looked up, my eyes puffy and the scar looking more outstanding. Pansy gasped and trailed a finger, like McGonagall did, down the scar, shuddering.
"Black magic. Only Potter can do this." she said. I shook my head.
"Not Potter." I said. An idea struck my mind. I think I heard Lucius said only I couldn't speak of it, but I can write it. "Give me some parchment and a quill."
I hastily dipped the quill in ink and drew out the letter l. I smirked to myself.
Luccccccccccccccccc
The quill skidded over the parchment. I groaned and handed the scrap to Pansy, hoping she can understand. She raised an eyebrow.
"Someone has definitely used one of the unforgivable curses, the Cruciatus curse." Pansy said slowly. I grimaced and place me hand in defence.
"Don't say that word." I whimpered and she pushed my hands down.
"It's alright, if I point my wand at you only the curse is activated." she tried her best to calm me down. With a flick of her wand, a cup of chamomile tea floated above. "Drink some, it soothes the mind."
I graciously took the cup and smiled to Pansy, taking a sip, I inhaled in the sweet smell of chamomile.
The next day, I had to force through a sea of whispers and nudges. All the pointing and whispering was back. I knew coming to this school would have it's central gossip central, which I thought was the Slytherins. Turns out, the Ravenclaws are more into gossip, gossip leader Cho Chang.
I walked to potions with Pansy. We took a seat not in front of the class but near the middle because Pansy needs to focus on her studies rather than messing around. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and another dark skinned boy took the table opposing to our right.
"Who's that guy with Draco?" I whispered to Pansy.
"Blaise Zabini. Quiet guy though, he's in our house. Haven't you noticed?" Pansy replied swishing her brown hair. I tied my hair up into a bun and squinted.
"Nope. Can't say I have, he was quiet."
"Says the ultimate mouse." Pansy teased as she tied a messy half updo. I pulled out her hair tie and stuck my tongue at her.
"Miss Darling if you would kindly refrain from playing in my class that would be nice." a new professor drawled. He was rather fat and balding, short might I add. His clothes a rather fashionable mix of browns and whites.
"Good morning Slytherins and Gryffindors, I am your new potions teacher, Professor Horace Slughorn." he introduced himself. I can say he's way more chirpier than Snape.
"Where's Professor Snape?" a student asked, shooting up her hand.
"He has some things to do." said Professor Slughorn vaguely.
The class then started off with immense chatter until Slughorn tapped his wand fiercely on a ceramic pot.
"Now there, enough chit chat on your old professor. I've got something for you all." he said fumbling about the drawer. He pulled out a bottle and popped the cork open, steam spiraling out.
"Can anyone tell me what this is?" he asked the class. Everyone rushed to their textbooks except Hermione who had her hand in the air. "Miss Granger?"
"It's.. Amortentia. One of the most powerful love potion in existence. It makes the drinker, obsessed over a person." Hermione answered.
"Very good Miss Granger! Five points to Gryffindor." Slughorn said. I think I've read about this potion before, Draco has explained to me too. I raised my hand. "Yes Miss Darling?"
"Amortentia also has to be drunk often, to keep the drinker in false love. Also, the smell of Amortentia varies among people. They only smell what they like." I said, trying to recall information.
"Good! Good!" Slughorn clapped. "Ten points to Slytherin!"
"Amortentia doesn't create actual love, of course. That's impossible. But it does cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. For that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room." Professor Slughorn added.
I smiled and sank down in my seat, unaware of the Gryffindors gossiping. Let them be.
"Where did you learn that from?" Pansy asked.
"I read." I said vaguely. "Unlike you." I stuck my tongue at her. She pushed me softly and giggled.
"Alright, students. I'll let you all smell this potion. And we'll be not learning how to brew this because it's dangerous." he said. "Mr Potter why not you first?"
He held the bottle below Harry's nose and he took a deep breath and sniffed it.
"It smells like, treacle tart, the woody scent of my broomstick and oh! Something flowery that I think I smelt at the Burrow." Harry said. I giggled and squirmed about in my seat. The Gryffindors were slightly getting on my nerves with their pointing.
Hermione smelt freshly cut grass, new parchment, spearmint toothpaste. Soon enough, the potion reached me. Pansy smelt of hot chocolate, citrus and the powdery smell of her old dress. I took in a deep whiff on the potion.
"Vanilla candles, mmm, butterscotch and mint? Bittersweet mint." I said inhaling the potion. Professor Slughorn nodded and passed the potion along to the other students.
"And you were so close to talking about food." Pansy teased.
"Hot chocolate and citrus? And you call that things?" I winked. She rolled her eyes and opened her notebook. Where did I get bittersweet mint from?
Once class ended, I had free period but Pansy had Divination and we walked off in opposite directions when I was cornered by Draco. He too had a free period.
"Let's go down by the lake."
"Sure." I replied. We headed down to down to the Great Lake, commonly known as the Black Lake and sat at the edge.
"So, what do you want? Calling a girl to a lake during free period isn't that normal." I stuck my tongue at him. He laughed, his cold grey eyes finally having some warmth.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing." he shrugged, skimming a rock.
"Well the scar is doing just dandy." I said sarcastically. And the fact that I can't mention your father's name just makes me want to rip my hair out.
"I'm sorry." he muttered.
"Pardon?" I asked as my rock skimmed once before plopping and sinking down the lake.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for everything." he said louder. I gave him a smile and noticed something on his left arm, inked in black, like a tattoo.
"What's that?" I asked pointing at the black mark on his left arm. He hastily and quickly pulled down the sleeve of his hood and said ink. I shrugged it off and pulled my hood up.
"Not a dementor are you?" I teased remembering that day when he got scratched by Buckbeak. He pulled his hood up and made some ghostly sounds which sounded realistic.
"If all dementors looked like you who would say no to Azkaban? I wouldn't mind receiving the dementor's kiss." I muttered laughing.
"What?" he asked, pulling his hood off.
"Nothing." I said cheekily.
"Say it." he demanded. That boy. Is he ever going to learn that he can't always get what he wants in life?
"Nope." I said firmly, trying to shut the laughter bubbling up inside of me. He leaned closer and I could smell his scent. A bitter and sweet mix of…
"Draco!" I screamed. He was laughing at the edge of the lake. He pushed me in. Why that little cocky arrogant-
"Saying anything now Amelie?" he smirked. I noticed his cloak was within my grasp. I curled my lips into a devious smile, despite the coldness of the lake water and bits of my hair clinging on to my face. I leaned forward and dragged Draco Malfoy in.
"Amelie!" he yelled. I was laughing in the water. Thank goodness our wands weren't in our cloaks. I splashed some of the cold water on him and he splashed some back.
"Are you going to tell me now?" he begged. I pursed my lips and thought about it.
"Pull up your hood again." I said. He groaned and pulled it up.
"I said, if all dementors looked like you, who wouldn't say no to Azkaban?" I admitted. He smiled and messed up my already wet hair.
"A few people who just can't appreciate my sexiness." he teased. I rolled my eyes and whacked his head.
"Dream on." I laughed.
"What was the last part?"
"I wouldn't mind receiving the dementor's kiss." I blurted out. I slapped my forehead. Draco smiled, a genuine smile and leaned in. he gave me a peck on my cheek before scrambling out of the water.
"How's that for a dementor's kiss?" he smirked, using a spell to dry himself.
"I've received better from dementors." I teased as I tried to climb out. He pushed me back in and I screamed again. He laughed for a while before using his hand to help me out. I heard a few chimes.
"Draco. We're going to be late." I said. "And I'm soaking wet."
"Give me a reason why I should dry you." he folded his arms.
"Um, Dumbledore would probably kill us." I scrunched my nose. He pointed at his cheek.
"Payment first." he teased. I rolled my eyes and tiptoed up, giving him a small peck.
"Now dry me." I demanded. He sighed and wave his wand, drying me.
"C'mon, or we're going to be late." I urged him. He took small steps.
"What did you say the Amortentia smelt like again?" he asked innocently.
"Vanilla candles, butterscotch and bittersweet mint. I don't even know where I smelt it from and I have a strange attraction to it." I said flinging my arms. We were close to the castle already. Draco pulled me to him, engulfing me in a hug. I hugged him back and leaned against his chest, inhaling his bittersweet smell of mint.
"Wait. You smell a lot like bittersweet mint." I said turning around. But he was gone, so quick. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to my next class of Herbology. Was I falling for Draco Malfoy?
