Chapter 3: 1st day of my new life…

The next day we all woke up bright and early. My first class was Herbology. It was so boring, but it was a little interesting because it was with the Slytherin house. So Draco and I sat together he would hold my hand every once in a while, and I would catch Harry taking peeks at us with a jealous looking face.

I was kind of sad when we had to leave because I thought that I wasn't going to see Malfoy for the rest of the day .I found out that all Gryffindor's had classes with Slytherin everyday. I was happy.

Everyone thinks that he is all mean and tough but he's not like that with me. He's actually quite sweet, but sometimes he can be a real jerk (no not to me). One person that I notice that he is a jerk too is Harry Potter.

After Herbology, Hermione and I went to the library. She studied and I daydreamed. I felt kind of sad, but it was normal for me because I had so called "depression" that came back every day or so. I had forgotten about it for a while; because whenever I am with Draco I am just happy.

I kept trying to convince myself that I didn't but the truth was that I rather fancy (like) him. But I won't tell that to Draco, which is odd for me because I can usually tell him anything. He is very open and has always told me that he doesn't care if I talk to other guys as long as he is still my one and only.

In fact he is too open sometimes, but I told him that I was a pretty jealous person and would not stand it if he continued to tell me that another girl was pretty without telling me what we agreed to say. He used to tell me that he thought that other girls where cute too, but he would say that none of them are prettier than me. I've been able to tell him that I think a guy is cute; of course that is always followed by "but not as cute as you" and then we laugh.

It was about lunch time when Hermione and I left the library. "We're going to meet up with Harry and Ron in a minute, and maybe that will cheer you up," said Hermione. She thought that I seemed depressed, which I was. "Why would that make me happy," I asked. "Because I notice that you get happy whenever you are around them, well more when you're around Harry" she replied. "Yeah, it's because I like him," I blurted out stupidly. And with a smack to my forehead I turned to look at a giggly Hermione. "Oh my gosh, are you serious, you really like Harry Potter?" she asked quite intrigued. "A little," I admitted, "but you can't tell a soul," I pleaded. "I won't, but could I tell Harry because he may like you," said Hermione. "Really?" I asked (oh my gosh I can't believe I am having this conversation.

"Goodness yes, don't you see the way he looks at you, and why wouldn't he you are gorgeous", she embellished. "I know," I replied in a conceited voice. "But just ask him if he likes me, don't tell him that I may like him," I pleaded. "But why, you said it yourself that you liked him and I think he likes you?" she asked. "Because I have a boyfriend," I said. "Really, Who?" she asked intrigued. "His name is Draco Malfoy," I said happily. "That git is your beau?" she asked half puzzled and half astonished.

"Yes and why are you insulting him in my presence?" I asked. "Well it's just such a surprise, and he is always so rude to Harry, please forgive me" she said. "Don't worry about it I know sometimes he can be a git," I said while lying through my teeth. Malfoy never acted like git to me. He was always quite gentlemanly with me especially in front of his father.

"Well let's go to lunch, before Ron eats all the food, and Harry drinks all the pumpkin juice." I told her. We left the library and headed down to the Great Hall. We sat near Ron and Harry who had conveniently left just enough space for two people to sit right in between them.

"Coincidently" Hermione took the seat next to Ron so I could sit next to Harry. "Hello," said Harry. "Hi." I said flatly. "Are you okay?" he asked sounding concerned. "Yes, I am just a little depressed." I answered. "Why?" he asked sounding more concerned. "I have "depression", and I miss someone." I answered.

Barely eating anything, I took an ice cube in my mouth and ate it. I love ice. And I don't know why. We then left to our afternoon classes. As we were leaving the Great Hall, Harry grabbed my hand and said "Don't be sad; you look prettier when you're happy." "Thank you," I said with a slight squeeze to his hand. We smiled at each other.

I was happy, until I realized that Harry knew that I had a boyfriend and was still being all flirty or maybe he was just being friendly. And what if Malfoy found out he would probably beat the crap out of Harry, but on the other hand I wasn't going to stop being friends with Harry just because Malfoy doesn't like him. When I told this to Hermione, she said, "You are acting like a loose girl," and my first instinct was to slap her and make a big scene. But instead I simply replied, "Don't criticize me about my guy problem and I won't criticize you about your choice not to do something about you frizzy hair." "I am just kidding Hermione; I have frizzy hair too." "No you don't," she said sounding a little hurt. "Yes I do, but I straighten it," I said flicking my hair over my shoulder. Then we went to potions.