Draco felt terrible for what he'd done to Summer, and he never felt terrible for anything he did. Pansy was sitting next to him in Potins while he stared off into space. He didn't want to sit next to Pansy though. He wanted to sit next to Summer, but she was deliberately ignoring him and sitting with Potter instead. He'd even invited her to sit with him, which was a bit surprising.
Draco sighed and looked at his parchment just as Pansy elbowed him in the ribs. He winced and gave her his deadliest glare before she nodded to the front of the room.
"Mr. Malfoy, I've asked you a question," Snape said in a low gentle voice that was rather frightening if you weren't used to it.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear, sir," Draco said trying to look like he cared, which he didn't.
Snape went on with the lesson after giving Draco a nice little scolding and after he asked the question again. Of course he called on Summer to answer the question he's missed. Summer was his favorite student that wasn't a Slytherin.
The rest of the class went slow and Draco felt like he was being tortured. Summer was only sitting two seats away from him and he got a whiff of her shampoo whenever she moved her hair off her shoulders. No matter how much he tried to tell himself he didn't, Draco couldn't deny that he was head over heels for her.
When the class was finally over, Draco got up and watched as Summer left with Potter, Weasley, and Granger. He took a deep breath, knowing he'd have to approach them to get to Summer.
I walked out of Potions with Harry, Ron, and Hermione and we were walking down the halls talking. I never realized how funny Ron was sometimes or how clever Hermione was when you spoke to her. They were all very nice, even the overrated Harry. He was nice and he seemed to care a lot that Draco hurt my feelings. I thought maybe it was because I was so close to Ginny.
We were walking back to the Gryffindor common when Draco grabbed my hand from behind and pulled me back. The other three stopped and turned around to see me staring at Draco.
Harry stepped forward with a glare at him and I closed my eyes.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy," Harry said firmly. Draco looked at him and then me and then back at Harry.
"Harry," I said gently, "Just go on. I'll be fine." I touched his arm and he looked at me, his gaze softening immensely. He gave Draco another cautious look before nodding and going on ahead with Ron and Hermione.
"What?" I asked harshly as I cocked an eyebrow at Draco. He looked nervous, and I was rather enjoying the fact that I, Summer Gryffindor Muggle-born, was making him nervous.
"I-I wanted to say that I'm sorry," he said. He was clearly uncomfortable and I was almost positive he'd never apologized to anyone in his life.
"OK, You're sorry, big whoop," I shrugged and turned to go. Draco took my hand and spun me back around again.
"Summer, please," he said pleadingly, "I feel terrible for wrecking your muggle book. Please at least forgive me for it."
I didn't answer him. I just looked at the floor and tried to think. He was still holding my hand, which was rather distracting, but I managed to think straight long enough to have something to say to him.
"Draco," I said gently, "Even if I forgive you, I still don't have my book back and it doesn't really help much except make you feel better."
Draco stepped closer to me and he kissed my cheek suddenly. I never expected that, which brought on a blush that I couldn't hold back.
"I'll get your book fixed," he said quietly, "Just please don't be vexed with me."
I looked up at him and bit my lip, "You'll really fix my book?" I asked, surprised he'd volunteer to do that. He nodded and waited for my approval. I gave a small nod and Draco grinned. He kissed my cheek again before he quickly walked away.
I wasn't sure what to think of him suddenly. I was supposed to be angry with him, but I was never good at that. I couldn't stay mad at anyone of they apologized and meant it. I could tell Draco meant it, but I didn't know what to do now. I told myself I didn't like him anymore and I was doing good at hating him until he apologized and kissed my cheek. He'd done twice actually! I was just so confused. At least I was getting my book fixed.
I walked back to the Gryffindor Common room still very confused. Harry and Hermione were sitting on the scarlet couch talked quietly and I sat next to them with a sigh.
"So what did Malfoy want?" Hermione asked gently.
"He apologized to me," I said biting my lip, sort of unsure of whether it really happened.
"Draco malfoy apologize?" Harry asked, slightly astonished. I nodded.
"He offered to repair the book her ruined of mine." I went on. Hermione and Harry's mouths dropped open and the gawked at me.
"Summer," Ginny said smirking, "He likes you." I raised my eyebrows at her and she giggled, "I cannot believe it. Malfoy has a crush on you. A Gryffindor."
"A muggle born Gryffindor," Hermione added. Ginny laughed and sat down next to me.
"How did you manage it?" Hermione asked, as Harry was still gawking at the fact that Draco actually had feelings other than hatred.
I shrugged, "I was just nice to him." I said, "I'm sure he'd like you all too if you weren't so terrible to him."
"He was terrible to me first," Hermione mumbled as she leaned back on the couch. Harry finally found his voice.
"But Malfoy's a Slytherin!" he said. I rolled my eyes.
"Not every Slytherin's bad, harry," Ginny said, "Draco's mean to you because you're mean to him."
Harry only rolled his eyes and got up, "Just be careful, Summer," he said before he yawned and walked toward the boy's dormitories.
