Maya awoke to someone calling her name. She groggily looked up into the ice coloured eyes of Draco Malfoy. Strangely, the first thing that came to her mind was:
"I'm cold." she said quietly before resting her head on the pillow again. Malfoy shook her. She only curled up closer to him, out of natural habit to stick to the warmest thing near her.
"Maya, this isn't funny. You have to wake up." he said, a bit more composed. She mildly shook her head, half asleep.
"It's too early." she replied. He sighed. She was surprised when he raised her chin with his hand and kissed her. To this she instantly sat up, wide awake and blushing. She slapped him, frowning. He narrowed his eyes, looking angry for a moment. This look frightened Maya, but it was suddenly gone again when he climbed off the couch and looked cooly at her.
"I need to get to my classes. I'll get you after dinner from Gryffindor tower." he said, without the slightest hint of emotion. He was about to leave when she grabbed hold of his shirt.
"W-why did you do that?" she asked, still blushing but with a confused look in her eyes. He gave her a devilish smile that had he meant it to be less creepy; might have been handsome.
"Well, you weren't waking up and I really needed to go." He said, walking away. He stopped in the doorway, and turned to her. "And besides, why shouldn't I?". Maya turned doubly red, if that were possible. When he had left, she spoke her answer to herself.
"Because that's what you do to someone you like..." she said, gently placing resting her fingers on her lips.
"Potter, I will forget any of this happened if we never speak of this moment again." Snape said, standing in his office looking at the famous Harry Potter squarely.
"Yes sir. But you know, skirts are quite drafty aren't they?" he commented.
"Potter, don't bother going to class today. That snide remark should be thought about." Snape said darkly. He had a look on his face that could kill. Harry left, daring only to laugh as he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Demiarez appeared from under the desk suddenly, making Snape jump.
"He's right." she said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Snape sighed. How had he gotten himself into this? He shook his head, fretting more than he had his entire life. What would this girl do? While he had more faith in an honourable gryffindor, what could anyone say for an ambitious Slytherin? Without warning, she placed a slender hand on his shoulder. He shuddered, and moved away.
"Wrong place, wrong time, wrong everything." he said, heaving a large breath. She chuckled to herself, before heading to the door. "Ms.Black..?". She turned and looked at him, her dark eyes suddenly flashing a gold colour.
"Don't worry Severus. This is all just a game for me. I wouldn't seriously take you to the authorities. Why it's just so much more fun to watch you squirm." she said, leaving. Though for a moment he was somewhat assured there was a second guess as to what she would do. Or what she was planning.
Harry entered the Gryffindor dorm at ten o'clock in the morning, somewhat surprised to see someone standing at the window quietly.
"Hello?" he asked, approaching. The figure turned, and he was met by those unique hazel eyes. "Maya. What are you doing here?". She looked away, slightly dazed.
"I have to wait for Malfoy to get out of class before I study with him." she said it distantly with a strange emphasis on 'Malfoy'. Harry, feeling curious rested a hand on her shoulder.
"What happened? You seem really out of it." he said. "You can talk to me." She looked at him questionably.
"I still haven't figured it out myself." she said, pausing. "If someone likes you, they'll kiss you right?". Harry was slightly embarrassed at the topic, as he was standing so near to her.
"Yes," he said, wondering if perhaps she was inviting him. But then again, perhaps it was just his hopeful thinking.
"But what if someone doesn't tell you how they feel? How can you tell?" she asked, turning to look him in the eye. He felt pierced by her gaze, as if she was seeing right through him.
"You can tell when someone likes you. It'll be in the way they are near you. And if they kissed you..." he said, trailing off. Maya , anticipating some good advice looked at him expectantly. However, it wasn't quite advice she received. Harry suddenly pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. Maya was confused. She didn't have enough time however to question anything. As she was thinking of what to say, he suddenly pulled just far enough away to kiss her. She was dazed for a split second, very confused. Then she pushed him away. Her hair was standing on end. She was beginning to get angry.
"I don't understand you! Draco and then you too Harry! Have you all gone kissing mad?! Or are you all just teasing me?" she said, considerably upset. She ran from him then, leaving him standing alone in the dorm. At first he was hurt. He had been so sure that she wanted him to kiss her. Hadn't that been what she was talking about? And then the name hit him. She said Malfoy. What had she meant? Then he understood. She was talking about Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy had kissed Maya, as if attempting to spite him. He was sure that Malfoy knew about Maya. He stared out the window, then found a small book. Looking around suspiciously first, he carefully opened it. On the last page, the words confirmed it: Why did Draco kiss me? Why did he kiss me and then just make it seem like nothing? I'm so confused.
Harry heaved a sigh, but he was somewhat assured. Malfoy had only stunned her, not stolen her heart. There was still time...
"Granger, when are you going to finish whatever it is you've planned?" Malfoy said quietly, as he put the ingredients on the lab desk. Hermione snorted to herself.
"What, did you find her unsatisfactory after all?" she said, preparing the first ingredient. "After you had her, she was suddenly not as important?". Malfoy looked slightly angry but answered honestly.
"What are you talking about Granger? You think that I'm not a gentleman to a real lady?" he said, somewhat insulted. "No, she isn't unsatisfactory. Not at all..." . Malfoy's mind was drawn back to the previous night. He couldn't explain it, but kissing her had sent electricity throughout him. He had been thinking since, and decided that whether she wanted to be his or not - he would have her. Hermione stared at Malfoy suspiciously.
"... I don't believe it. You really like her." she said, surprised. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"It doesn't interfere with our plans, now does it?" he said. Hermione stared at him, unbelieving and her inner jaw dropped.
Ron sat left Potions alone, and somewhat feeling hurt. What had Malfoy and Hermione been talking about so seriously all period? While it may have looked like they were simply exchanging insults to anyone else, he knew her too well. She was thinking about something. Just as he reached the stairs, he was suddenly buried in a tangle of limbs and skates. Unfortunately, one of the skates hit him in the head knocking him out.
"Ron? Ron are you alright?" . Ron opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed in the girl's room. Kayla was sitting beside him with a worried expression.
"Bloody hell..? Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" he said, slowly attempting to get up.
A/N
Ummmmm.... well, I'm so happy to have people who care about this. Or else I honestly wouldn't have continued it.
Falron- hugs Please don't leave me like the rest did! crying rivers
