So here we are, on Draco's P.O.V.
"You look restless, mate.
What's wrong?"
Blaise asks me.
I shrug
Because I'm afraid that
If I open my mouth, I'd blab.
.
Granger was capable of many things;
She's capable of standing close to me
And screech like a demented owl
.
She's capable of having the softest lips
And kiss unlike any other girl
That she leaves an invisible imprint on my lips.
.
She's capable of tormenting me
When I see her biting her lips
During breakfast.
.
She's capable of etching herself in my mind
That its impossible to think straight.
Like remembering to bring my transfiguration books
Instead of Potions.
.
Now I have to go back and get the right books
And start running back because I'm late for class.
I turn around a corner
And bump in to
None other than, her.
.
The bulky books she had being carrying
Drops on the floor with heavy thuds.
But I'm too busy staring at her
And remembering.
And she's equally gawking at me.
I feel myself drawn to her.
I take a step towards her.
.
Then my foot bumps on her bloody books.
.
She snaps out of it,
I snap out of it,
And I freak out and hurry to my next class,
Blushing like a girl,
Leaving her to pick the books up.
.
Later I feel bad about leaving her
To pick those fallen books
When I should had picked them up for her,
Like those guys in romance novels
Pansy never shuts up about.
Why do you think Pansy keeps talking about her romance novels to Draco? Any ideas?