Two days later it was their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, it was getting dark and Hagrid had arranged it so the class could go into the Forbidden forest to get a closer look at rare herd of Moon-Calves. By the time they'd ventured far enough in the woods, the sky was velvet black, the stars were out, the moon gleaming down against the group of fifth years huddling together, it reflected against Spider's face and her pale complexion shone out of the crowd. Shivering like a leaf she hoped moon-calves would be in the exam otherwise this wasn't worth the trouble. Bustling steadily she felt a hand on her shoulder and she shot around faster than Umbridge could say 'Hogwarts High Inquisitor', the white-blonde hair belonged to the youngest of the Malfoy's and he looked nervous behind his smug grin.
"I thought you'd enjoy some company." He put his arm around her and began arrogantly saying "Perhaps you might need some protection."
"Draco why are you being like this."
"Being like what?" he said loudly trying to bring her closer.
"I know you like to play the big tough guy when your Slytherin pals but I'm not interested!" she pushed him away and stormed ahead to walk next to Hagrid. After fifteen bitter minutes of watching a group of spindly legged, bulgy eyed grey beasts who were too shy to get very close to. Hagrid had let them leave food and then they all backed away so the mooncalves wouldn't be frightened away, but as Hagrid went to stroke them (for what reason she didn't know) they stampeded off into the other direction. The entire class trudged back to the castle; she looked up at Hagrid who looked intensely disappointed that the creatures had disappeared when he'd tried to offer his head to stroke them.
"They were amazing Hagrid, it's a shame they run away but this has been loads of fun."
Hagrid beamed, Spider had no problem lying to him seeing as it cheered him up so much. Hagrid chatted to her about something she assumed had to do with Magical Creatures but she feigned interest because he was so nice and had the very best of intentions. She could hear someone trying to catch up with her; it might well have been race she deliberately ignored it and carried on practically running beside Hagrid.
There was ear-splitting scream which in turn set the entire group into fits of shriek, Spider jumped out her skin as she became aware of not only the sound but also the two arms clutching her with a terrified cry. Automatically grabbing Draco back in fear, even though she considered wriggling free the young witch could see the horror in his eyes. In transpired that a centaur had shot an arrow straight past the head of a Hufflepuff girl who was now in a quivering heap on the floor, they'd had to gather her up and head back to school in a hurry but without alerting anymore centaurs to the fact they were wandering the woods. The chattering had stopped, everyone moved quickly, it was like the shock had forced the realisation that they were in the Forbidden (and increasingly dangerous) Forest. Draco had walked beside Spider since he'd clutched her so vigorously, she was actually glad of his company, though she didn't want him to be scared, it forced him to stop being a cocky git. As Hagrid stood on a log it snapped in two and the Hufflepuff girl squealed Draco grabbed her hand in panic, they never took their hands apart, not until they came up to the castle and the light was clear so everyone could see. Draco's hands weren't like his father's they were soft, they weren't rough, they were slender unlike Lucius manly hands that could cover Spider's completely.
That night she rolled around her bed, trying to sleep is difficult when you have thoughts of two men in your mind, even more difficult when they're father and son. No matter the connection between her and Draco, she couldn't forget about her teacher, Lucius Malfoy, he was the ultimate, everything she wanted. This was impossible. She saw both the wizard across the next couple days, every time she saw either of them she felt so happy, but the other lingered in the back of her mind. Professor Malfoy on the other hand was the one she kept coming back to, no matter where she was. Whether she was gazing at him during class, pondering him or when she caught him looking over her, she felt a swarm of butterflies all the way through her stomach. The underage witch wanted to see him after school for more than remedial potions, to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him again. Lucius Malfoy was driving her mad.