Discalimer: Everything belongs to J.K
The minute I stepped into the dank Potions room I felt my breath catch in my throat. I spotted most of my Slytherin friends but no empty seat was available. Typical. I thought. Leave it to Slytherins not to think of anyone besides themselves. I always dreaded the first day of lessons. No one was properly prepared to get back to the 12 inch essays and complicated assignments. My thoughts however were interrupted.
"Take your seat now Miss Marsh. We have no time for wasting."
"S-sorry Professor."
"Just sit. I'm sure you've learned that much here, as you are in your sixth year."
I felt my cheeks turn cherry red and a cold hand grabbed my wrist down into a seat. "For a Slytherin, Snape sure doesn't seem to like you very much. He treats you as a Gryffindor."
I looked to my left to see who was whispering so close to my ear and found that same cold hand had moved to my thigh. "Well thank you for that dreadfully obvious piece of information Draco but if you don't mind removing your hand, I can pay attention to the lesson at hand."
His pale face spread into a grin as his eyebrow slowly arched. He removed his hand but not with haste. "Always so feisty with me Naomi. Could it be built up sexual frustration?"
I simply ignored the ridiculous question and tried to stay focused on Snape's monotone voice. After twenty minutes I was in Snape's cabinet searching for snake skin to add to the potion I was making. As soon as I returned to my table, Pansy walked straight up to Draco with a hideous smile plastered on her face.
"Oh Draco your potion looks absolutely marvelous!"
"Actually Pansy, Naomi has been doing most of the work," he said in a bored voice without so much as even glancing at her.
"Oh right silly me. Naomi, why is it you haven't spoken with Dumbledore yet?"
"What exactly would I be talking to him about Pansy?" Draco looked up from his parchment full of quidditch drawings, becoming interested in the conversation.
"The whole Slytherin house is still wondering why you haven't asked to be transferred to Gryffindor yet. We all know it was the most awful mistake to be put in with such a pureblood house where you don't belong." She shot her nasty eyes in my direction with a grimace that made me want to hit her.
"Pansy you know the sorting hat never makes mistakes. She was meant to be put in Slytherin. Besides that, she is pureblood you twit." Pansy gave a tut and looked highly embarrassed. She soon waddled off to her table and snapped at everyone who even bothered talking to her. I began stirring the potion counterclockwise as if nothing had happened. I saw those silver eyes staring at me and it soon became very distracting.
"What Draco!" Everything he did I loathed. I dreaded being around him almost as much as I dreaded being in the same room as Pansy.
"I don't even get a proper thanks?"
"And why would you get one?" I quit stirring and looked at him inquisitively.
"Well I did just tell Pansy off for you."
"Do you honestly expect something for that Malfoy? She is a twit and not hard to out smart. You didn't do anything brilliant." I merely looked bored and got back to my potion. I soon felt hot breath on my ear and lips just grazing the tip.
"I was hoping for a proper thank you. Perhaps tonight in the Room of Requirement?" I turned my head and gave Malfoy my most seductive smile I could muster.
"Well if that's what you had in mind," my hand slowly slid up his leg escaping a faint groan from his lips, "then you are bloody out of your mind!" Just then the bell rang and I quickly gathered up my things. I escaped the dungeon before Malfoy had proper time to analyze what had just happened.
A/N-There's the first chapter. Review to keep me writing because I barely have time to do so. If I know readers like it, it will encourage me to take my time on more.