"Hello, Malfoy." I greeted taking my usual seat across from him in the Divination classroom.
"Weasley." Malfoy returned not glancing up from the piece of parchment he was quickly scribbling his quill on.
It was the fourth week of school and my fourth class of Divination with Malfoy. So far, we haven't ripped each other's head off (yet). I have found (surprisingly) Malfoy can be a nice- an okay (just touching okay) person when he wasn't behaving like an immature brat.
I managed in our third Divination class to hold a reasonably sound conversation with him. But afterwards, when I left class feeling in good spirits I stopped suddenly before entering the Ravenclaw tower and asked myself 'Why in the name of Merlin did I do that?'
I tried to shake the question off but kept coming back to torment my mind. But eventually after a weekend and few homework essays later I had forgotten.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?" I asked leaning forward trying to peak at what he was writing.
"The homework." Malfoy said. "Did you do yours?"
"Yes." I said and added with a smirk. "Obviously."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and asked. "So then can I see it?"
"No, you cannot copy my homework." I said pulling by books out of my bag.
Then Professor Trelawney appeared in her usual mystical fashion.
"My dears, in today's lesson we shall explore the connection of dreams and the inner eye."
"Finally." Malfoy huffed across the table to me. "I thought we'd be stuck doing tea leaves for the rest of the year."
I nodded, feeling the same way. There is only so much you can learn about tea leaves before you want to pull out your wand and use Reducto on them, especially in Professor Trelawney's Divination class.
Professor Trelawney sat down in her armchair by the roaring fire and grabbed a textbook from the small tea table next to her armchair.
"I want you all to turn to page 56." Professor Trelawney said before gasping out hysterically. "And we shall dive deeper into your inner eye."
A couple of girls sitting at the tables closest to Professor Trelawney cooed in awe and excitement. I quickly flipped the pages of my 'Unfogging the Future' to the chapter on dreams. I had read in before and tried it in practice during the summer. I always, well most of the time, can't remember my dreams. At the rare time I can, I can only remember a couple of seconds, nothing that could predict the future. It's usually something strange and useless like… me speaking nonsense to one of my friends or Pumpkin becoming an actual pumpkin and running around the place.
Professor Trelawney told a boy at one of the tables at the back of the room to read aloud from the book to the whole class. His clearly uninterested voice moaned the words too low for me pay attention too. The room was really hot, as it always was. The powerful smell of incense, that the classroom usually stunk of, was combining with the heat making me feel lazy and sleepy. I absent-mindedly fanned my hand in front of my face trying to create a breeze. Malfoy across from me had his head in arms on the table staring at the fire next to Professor Trelawney as it flickered brightly in the fireplace. I knew that when winter came the classroom would still be too warm for my liking and in summer we would all die of suffocation.
I grabbed my hair which felt too long and too thick at that moment and tied it up by discreetly tapping it with my wand. I almost jumped when I saw Malfoy's silver-grey eyes on me watching me. His head had turned towards me. I flushed and mouthed 'What?' narrowing my eyes. Malfoy lifted his head out of his arms and sat up.
He ran one of his hands through his blonde hair and shrugged at me. Then after about a minute, he ripped a bit of blank parchment off the end of his homework. He took up his quill and started writing something on it and then pushed it over to me.
"Didn't do anything that had anything to do with you, Weasley."
I scowled at him and wrote under it, "It's clearly about me, you were looking at me." and shoved it across to him.
Malfoy frowned and wrote, "Wasn't."
"Was." I wrote.
"Wasn't."
"Was."
"Wasn't."
I was determined not to let Malfoy win and he was determined not to let me win. This continued until no space left on the parchment. Then I wrote in massive capital letters over his and my was and wasn't's, "WAS!"
Malfoy shook his head when he read it like he was about to laugh then he wrote on the parchment handing it back to me,
"WASN'T X INFINITY."
He had added 'n't' to the end of my was. I quickly ripped out a piece of parchment from my notepad while Professor Trelawney (cluelessly) asked another unenthusiastic student to read.
I wrote down, "immature." Pushed it towards him.
He gave me his signature smirk and wrote on it, "Yes, you are."
"Now, class." Professor Trelawney said suddenly interrupting me and Malfoy parchment war. "At your tables, I want you to discuss your recent dreams and what predicts can be made from them."
Professor Trelawney waved her hands in a dramatic way gesturing for us to start.
I groaned internally. 'Why!?' I wanted to yell at the professor. Discussing my dreams with Malfoy seemed like a dream itself, actually, no, a nightmare.
"I really don't want to do this!" I said exasperatedly to Malfoy. "I just want to get my weekend on."
"What do you mean, Weasley?" Malfoy said. "You have no weekend . All you do is homework and the Library."
"That's not true." I said suddenly realising it was but not wanting to admit it to Malfoy.
"It is." Malfoy cornered. "Every time I see you, your heads always in a book."
"I like reading." I said crossing my arms.
"There's a fine line between 'I like reading' and the Library is my second dorm."
I sighed. "I wish people would stop saying that. It is so not, the Library isn't even open at night and I don't sleep in it."
"So it is more like a second common room." Malfoy pointed out then falling silent when Professor Trelawney hovered towards us.
"What dreams have you two discussed?" She asked her voice annoyingly drifting between tones.
"I had one about the Library." I said weakly.
"Yes?" Professor Trelawney urged me.
"That was it." I said trying to get her to move on to the next table.
She nodded and leant towards me so close that I could smell the perfume she was reeking of. "My dear," She said sadly. "I am afraid you do not possess the sight."
Malfoy snorted loudly and I gave him a glare.
"Your mother was the exact same as you. She did not possess a working inner eye. Too narrow-minded." She continued.
I was not sure whether to take this seriously or not but since Malfoy had snorted I felt giggles rising in my throat.
"I'm afraid that unless this is just a temporary cloud over your inner eye I cannot teach you much." She said. "But I had a certain aura about you..." she gazed off into the distance her eyes enlarged by her bejewel glasses.
And with that, I began to laugh. She looked down at me as if I had sworn or had done something detention worthy.
"My child, the inner eye is no laughing matter."
I quickly put my hand up to my mouth trying to hide a my laughing smile.
Malfoy then started to speak. "Professor, I think that was her inner eye."
Professor Trelawney turned quickly to Malfoy. "What do mean?"
The corners of Malfoy's mouth started to tug upwards. "Her inner eyes is presenting itself to you in the form of laughter."
Professor Trelawney nodded eagerly as if it were a perfectly logic explanation that had just come out of Malfoy mouth.
"Yes, yes." Professor Trelawney said. "That was what I about to conclude to."
Then she walk away but first she said. "Maybe there is hope for your inner eye yet, Weasley."
Once her attention was on the next table me and Malfoy started roaring with laughter.
"That was… clever, Malfoy." I said once I got my breath back.
Malfoy grinned and then said to me, "No need to thank me. I probably just stopped her from cursing you."
"Oh, okay then I won't thank you." I said a playful tone entering my voice. (what?)
The rest of that class went by quickly I felt more free talking to Malfoy for some strange reason. When class ended the weirdest thing happened, Malfoy was usually faster at putting away his stuff than I am at putting away mine. When I was putting way my last book I glanced up to see Malfoy beside me! Waiting for me like it was the most normal usual thing in the world.
I was about to snap at him or say something sarcastic to him but for the first time, nothing came to my mind and the desire immediately went hollow. (Merlin, unexpected).
Malfoy walked with me using the corridor I usually go down even though we both knew it would make his journey back to the dungeons longer, but we didn't mention it. He was telling me an interesting story that was the new gossip of the school about a love triangle mixed with some duelling. We said our goodbyes at the Grand Staircase the way we usually did to each other, awkwardly.
