Chapter three: A thousand wasps
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Brooke was walking slowly away from Dumbledore's office. He hadn't told her anything she didn't already know. She disappointed and angry by his lack of answers. Harry would be staying two houses down from the Malfoy's. She had tried to move to stay with him, but Dumbledore didn't think it was wise. He seemed to think it was good that she was staying with a death eater's family. The shock of her grandparent's death, the fear and confusion was finally now sinking in. She needed to vent her anger. She had disturbing images of herself bashing up the first years that were passing by her in the corridors, not a care in the world, just thinking about themselves.

She suddenly stopped. Where was she going? She had been walking towards the Gryffindor common room, when she had double potions. She spun on her heel and sprinted towards the dungeons. They had missed lunch talking to Dumbledore; if she hurried she would only be five minutes late. She almost tripped over her robes as she spun around the corner that led to the potions room. To her surprise the class was only just going in, Draco was leaning against the door talking to pansy Parkinson. Brooke felt a strange pang of jealousy. She couldn't work out why. She slowed down to a walk; her heart was pounding in her chest. Pansy leaned forward and kissed Draco passionately on the lips, then turned and glared at Brooke as though daring her to do something. Brooke raised her eye brows, she was pathetic. As if she cared about her and Draco?

But deep down, she knew she did.

She couldn't help starring at him, he was just so handsome. His school shirt was unbuttoned slightly, she could see his chest. Her heart gave an awkward leap as she tried to restrain herself from him. He pushed himself off the wall; he was now staring right back at her, his expression unreadable. He was like a God; she smiled nervously to herself, a sex God.

"Does something amuse you?" He asked suddenly, she stared at him, unsure as to why he was staring right back. He raised an eyebrow when she didn't answer.

"Aha, yes" She said as if in a dream, her brain had gone all foggy again. He looked surprised.

"What?" He asked smirking slightly, shaking his head.

"Yes" She replied, looking into the distance, not paying attention to anything at all. She felt numb.

"Are you ok?" He asked taking a step away from the wall, he looked genuinely concerned. Brooke turned her attention back to him; she looked at him strangely frowning slightly.

"I mean you look horrible!" he quickly added coldly.

That had done it. Exactly what she needed, an excuse to vent her grief. She stepped towards him, his head went back slightly, he looked very confused. Her face was very close to his now she could smell him. If she hadn't been filled with the anger of a thousand wasps she would've thought it smelt good.

"Why don't you go screw yourself you horrible, pitiful excuse for a human" She whispered, she was glaring into his eyes. He smirked and put his hands around the crooks of her arms to push her away.

"Generally I do every night" He said no longer staring at her, on the contrary he looked bored. She let out an exasperated sigh. Viciously she pushed his hands off her, without meaning too she had pushed them onto her breasts. Her eyes widened, so did his. She looked horrified; his mouth was twisting lustfully into a smile. His hands lingered on her full chest for a while longer, until she pushed them off.

"If you wanted me that bad, all you had to do was say" He said smirking at her, his eyes kept on flicking from her face to her chest.

"Don't ever make the mistake of thinking that I would want something like You" She hissed, turning sharply and walking into the classroom. Taking a seat with Ron and Hermione, Harry was still with Dumbledore.

Sorry it's short I haven't had much time. Thankyou for your review crystaldreams611 ! And FTJ Stupid Storytellers as my name states : Draco's Mine!