CHAPTER 14 Warnings

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"It felt really weird" Draco whined out to Pansy, his head laying weakly on the arm rest of the couch in the Slytherin Common Room. To tell anyone the truth, if Draco was to ask anyone for advice, he would always talk to Pansy about everything; since she is a girl with ranging hormones and knows about love or what ever. Sure, she has the reputation of being a rumor monger but atleast she knows where her loyalty lies, and it is to Blaise and him.

She crosses her legs and began tapping her fingers on the arm rest of her own couch, across to where he is. "Falling in love is just like that Draco. Complicated, weird, and unexpected." She leaned her face closer to his', her green orbs narrowing in disbelief and in pleasant surprise. He tilted his head and his mouth formed a deep scowl. Of course, before he could get an answer, the witch would rub all of it on his face. So, she started it by making him earn a torturous, teasing laugh filled with victory . "No way! You, Draco Lucius Malfoy, self proclaimed and well known snotty Slytherin Prince, is in love?" she stared in disbelief; as if it was something that wouldn't happen for a hundred years. Truth to be told, he is annoyed with how Pansy is treating his confession. He needs an advice to escape this, but Pansy seems to support the exact opposite of it.

"Wow, no kidding Ms. Obvious" he rolled his eyes, grabbing his whole face with his hand.

"I get it Draco, you wanted to get out of your situation" She intertwined her hands together, straightening her back to it's poise, and her face rearranged, becoming serious again. For a moment, she only stared at him, as if she is painting this memory for future information-or as a black mail. But sincerely, Pansy was just thinking as to where the former Draco had gone. Never has she saw him so worked up on a girl before- not even on her, who can annoyingly charm and complement his poignant lifestyle. Luna Lovegood indeed is something else. And she knows he shouldn't be worried with letting himself fall for the odd witch.

But there is no way she would tell him that, she enjoys seeing Draco being so agitated and love drunk. It is a once in a lifetime moment so she might as well just enjoy it.

"But the truth is-" she started off after a long hearing her voice, Draco removed his hand off of his face and tilted his head to her, his eyes wide and pleading, eager for an escape route. "You can't stop, Draco. You just can't" Besides her impressed state, she did not just say it to tease him. Her statement was true, she had been infatuated with Potter for a really long time now, but strangely, no matter what she does, she can't seem to forget about him. And it frustrates her to no end, especially when her 'attraction' for him is being kept locked inside the pit of her heart- no matter how sappy it sounds.

Draco rolled his eyes and sits upright, he finally cleared his head to stop thinking about things that he wasn't supposed to think about. He feels so stupid and so immature to even take this matter on hand. He isn't supposed to think like this, or even just take these things too seriously.. He needs to stop now, before-

"Mr. Draco Malfoy" the two friends whipped their heads to look at where his name was being said. The owner was a small first year Slytherin, her wavy brunette hair covering her face as it stares down to her shoes; probably quivering from the presence of the two most intimidating people inside their house. "Professor Snape wants to talk to you" without looking directly at him, although with her confident tone in her voice, the girl turned, literally running off of the Common Room.

"See you later Pans"

He entered the Professor's dungeons without knocking. He doesn't bother because of two reasons: One, Snape tolerates it. Two, he knows that the Professor is expecting him.

"Draco" it is creepy with how his Professor can feel living things around his presence, it is as if he is a spy- Ha, coincidence. On the flip side, that trait somehow reminds him of Luna and on how she has this ability of reading people's walk or something- ugh stop it Draco.

The professor motioned him to sit down on the chair- which Draco calls the intimidating seat, infront of his table, his dark eyes never leaving his student like he was the snitch and Snape was the seeker. It was strange, the way he looks at him; like there is something bad that would about to happen in any second. Truthfully, Draco doesn't have any idea on why Snape wanted to talk to him, for all he knows, his Professor doesn't like talking about something close as to their personal lives and lately, the cabinet is so close to working. "I have had heard and saw something interesting about you and Ms. Lovegood"

And there was it, they're somehow, and surprisingly, are going to talk about his love life.

At first, he feels as if he is going to sign his death certificate, but surprisingly, the feeling of wanting to laugh is stronger than the agitation. He just can't imagine his Professor getting all concern with his life, after these years of knowing the man, having him as a godfather, this is the first time he would ever show his care for someone.

"Stop seeing her" the Professor said plainly, his voice holding a sense of threat.

He wanted to reply, laugh it off, but he found himself silent. It is better to zip your mouth rather than lie to the Professor who knows how to pull the truth out from your core. Although he knows that his Professor has a reason for the warning but he cannot seem to grasp idea of it.

He let his eyes wander down the edge of the table, his mind fixed on the reality with Luna standing on the center. He doesn't believe on how their relationship somehow progressed too much, and he knows to himself that the longer they bond, he's shovelling deep and nearer to the girl. Luna is brilliant and she makes him smile and laugh without force. It is quite unfair on how life kept on stealing his happiness after he would realize that he needed them.

"Do you want Ms. Lovegood to get hurt, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked as if he's reading his mind. Looking at his Professor directly, his eyes cloud themselves with walls. Slowly, he pushed himself to raise the edge of his lips, sneering with disguised disgust "

"As if I care, she is only a bet anyway" The moment his words left his mouth, a feeling of dread clogged inside his throat, drowning him with such intensity, he could've sworn the feeling was readable upon his face-as if he had just betrayed himself.

"Very well then, I'm sure that's not much of a problem"

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