Draco was overcome with a whirlpool of emotions for this girl that fit so
well on his shoulder. He hated the boy, Dillon, who had sent the letter,
despised how he had made her feel, but was inside rejoicing over the
breakup. Deep down he knew he wanted to ask her out, but he wouldn't let
himself admit it.
He pulled back from her embrace and looking at her startled face, said gruffly, "We should return before someone looks for us. Wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea." Then in one swift movement he backed up and headed to the door.
Vanessa was shocked at Draco's quick change of moods, and she yelled at his retreating figure, "Yes, it would be a shame for someone to think you actually have a heart!" Then she broke out crying again, grabbed the letter from the floor and brushed by Draco, running to her common room.
Once there, she collapsed on a couch and waited till she had missed her first class, which was Care of Magical Creatures. Then she trudged off to her next class, miserable, with tear-stained cheeks. She asked a friendly looking painting where the classroom was, since she had forgotten to grab her map of the school she had been provided.
She discovered that her next teacher was a ghost, she was finding things out about this school every second. As she looked around the room for a seat, she saw 2 that were open. One next to Draco's friends, Crabbe and Goyle, who were eying her up, and the other was next to a bushy haired girl she recognized as a Gryfindor, and a boy, who was sitting next to Hermione, and she too remembered him as a Gryfindor. She chose the table where the two Gryffindors sat, and went over to inquire if the seat was taken. She was met with a happy greeting and assured that it wasn't taken. The girl, she learned was Hermione Granger, and the boy was Neville Longbottom. She was then introduced to the rest of the people and when she was introduced to Harry, she gasped.
"Your.I mean.Oh my god.".
Harry just smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm the boy-who-lived."
She blushed and quickly apologized for her rude stuttering, only to be interrupted by Professor Binns, who rattled names and dates off faster than you could write, so not many people bothered taking notes.
Draco was watching Vanessa from the door until Binns came in. He had left a space near his friends on purpose, so she would sit there, but Dean Thomas was out sick today, so that left a space near those damn Gryfindors. He watched as she was introduced to everybody and experienced a wave of jealousy when she was gazing at Potter. Hmm, he would need a plan, but what kind of a plan he was not sure, he wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore.
Harry took a seat next to Vanessa and smiled at her. "So, you're Vanessa, right?"
Vanessa nodded in return. "Yeah, I just transferred here from America. Can you notice my accent?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah, it's cool. I don't know any Americans." At this point, Harry realized how pretty this American girl was. It wasn't only that that made him attracted to her, but her accent and the way she was so nice. He admitted to himself that he liked her a lot, and he wished that they could go out one day. He wanted her to be his girlfriend, but he couldn't bring up that question now. It was too soon. He'd have to use his charm to get her to like him. But until then, he'd have to admire her from afar.
Draco glared at Harry. He hated the way he gazed at Vanessa, and he hated the way he thought about her, even though he couldn't read his mind, but his thoughts were pretty obvious. He had to think up a plan quickly, before it was too late.
He pulled back from her embrace and looking at her startled face, said gruffly, "We should return before someone looks for us. Wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea." Then in one swift movement he backed up and headed to the door.
Vanessa was shocked at Draco's quick change of moods, and she yelled at his retreating figure, "Yes, it would be a shame for someone to think you actually have a heart!" Then she broke out crying again, grabbed the letter from the floor and brushed by Draco, running to her common room.
Once there, she collapsed on a couch and waited till she had missed her first class, which was Care of Magical Creatures. Then she trudged off to her next class, miserable, with tear-stained cheeks. She asked a friendly looking painting where the classroom was, since she had forgotten to grab her map of the school she had been provided.
She discovered that her next teacher was a ghost, she was finding things out about this school every second. As she looked around the room for a seat, she saw 2 that were open. One next to Draco's friends, Crabbe and Goyle, who were eying her up, and the other was next to a bushy haired girl she recognized as a Gryfindor, and a boy, who was sitting next to Hermione, and she too remembered him as a Gryfindor. She chose the table where the two Gryffindors sat, and went over to inquire if the seat was taken. She was met with a happy greeting and assured that it wasn't taken. The girl, she learned was Hermione Granger, and the boy was Neville Longbottom. She was then introduced to the rest of the people and when she was introduced to Harry, she gasped.
"Your.I mean.Oh my god.".
Harry just smiled and nodded, "Yes, I'm the boy-who-lived."
She blushed and quickly apologized for her rude stuttering, only to be interrupted by Professor Binns, who rattled names and dates off faster than you could write, so not many people bothered taking notes.
Draco was watching Vanessa from the door until Binns came in. He had left a space near his friends on purpose, so she would sit there, but Dean Thomas was out sick today, so that left a space near those damn Gryfindors. He watched as she was introduced to everybody and experienced a wave of jealousy when she was gazing at Potter. Hmm, he would need a plan, but what kind of a plan he was not sure, he wasn't even sure what he wanted anymore.
Harry took a seat next to Vanessa and smiled at her. "So, you're Vanessa, right?"
Vanessa nodded in return. "Yeah, I just transferred here from America. Can you notice my accent?"
Harry grinned. "Yeah, it's cool. I don't know any Americans." At this point, Harry realized how pretty this American girl was. It wasn't only that that made him attracted to her, but her accent and the way she was so nice. He admitted to himself that he liked her a lot, and he wished that they could go out one day. He wanted her to be his girlfriend, but he couldn't bring up that question now. It was too soon. He'd have to use his charm to get her to like him. But until then, he'd have to admire her from afar.
Draco glared at Harry. He hated the way he gazed at Vanessa, and he hated the way he thought about her, even though he couldn't read his mind, but his thoughts were pretty obvious. He had to think up a plan quickly, before it was too late.