13. Blushing
"He's an absolute menace!" Professor Orville shouted, totally out of his happy-go-lucky nature. Draco just stood there, his collar being yanked down to his shoulder, and rolling his eyes.
"What? Why?" I asked, wanting desperately to go to bed.
"What's he done? Why, he was in your room just now, your bedroom mind you, going through this!" Professor Orville concluded, and raising, (to my surprise and dismay), this-here journal and my stack of letters which I still have to send to my family back home.
I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Why did you do this?"
Draco looked straight into my eyes and answered, "No idea." I was sure that this wasn't the case.
"Really?" I pushed.
His cold, gray eyes pierced me. "Yes, Professor Catharke."
I looked at Professor Orville, who was still fuming at Draco. "Leave him here, Professor, I'll take care of it."
Professor Orville looked at me, then at Draco. Finally, he gave up and stalked away. Now I looked at Draco.
"Come with me," I invited as I opened the door. He cocked an eyebrow and followed me.
He came in and sat down on the chair that I had next to piano, where I usually sat. I resolved to leaning against the wall, facing him.
"So, what is the real story Draco?"
He glared and told me, "I needed to find a copy of the solo music."
Yeah, (snort) right.
"Honestly? Then why were you in my bedroom?"
He looked at me, "I, uh, thought that was where you kept the music."
Bull.
"Your detention will be tomorrow, and the next day too if you don't tell me the truth."
He sighed, apparently not surprised, even though I had never given out a detention before. Then he began again.
"I wanted to know if you liked me."
I snorted out of surprise, then looked at his eyes, which were now warm and soft. Could he be telling the truth?
"Wait, like-like-like you?" I asked, trying to get this straight.
He looked sheepishly down. "Yeah."
"Mr. Malfoy, I am sure that whatever gave you this idea was not intentional, by the way, what did give you the idea that I liked liked you?"
He grinned and began ticking off his fingers, "1, You gave me the solo, 2, you always answer on me, and 3, you always always pretend to be mad at me when I swear."
I gaped. "1, you earned that solo. 2, I answer on you because you know the answer, and 3, I am actually mad at you when you swear."
He gave me a crooked smile, "Really? Because according to this," He handed up my letters, "You think that I have hypnotizing eyes."
I gaped again. Then I realized he thought I was talking about him instead of Charlie Hastings.
I rolled my eyes, "You are far too full of yourself."
He stood and gave me a smile that actually made me blush. "Ok, whatever." he said, standing far too close to me, and he walked out of the room.
I just stood there, thinking.
Did he happen to read about my dream about him?
If so, what did he think about it?
And most importantly, since when did I blush?
So, what do you think?