Mhera was pulled out of sleep roughly by Caity jumping on her. "Hey, Gerroffme!" yelled Mhera, her words muffled by sleep and her blankets.
"You've gotta get up anyway," Caity pointed out. "we get our new timetables today, I hope we are in the same classes," Caity continued, thouroughly excited by the first day of school. Caity continued to talk animatedly while Mhera got ready. They made their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Mhera sat with her back to the Slytherin table. "So," said Caity, in a whisper, leaning over her food, her newly-died orange hair getting dragged through her food, before she pushed it back, "you have me confused" she started. Mhera was a little surprised. Caity usually didn't even have to ask questions about people, she was so perceptive, she'd know their life story just by looking at them. In fact, it was a game they liked to play, where Caity looked at someone, and told everyone their life story (and she usually got it right).
"What about?" said Mhera casually, knowing that Caity wouldn't rest until she had answers.
"Well…" started Caity, before saying rapidly, as if she'd been dying to ask "why haven't you been flirting with Draco I mean seriously flirting if it had been any other guy you would have been flirting outrageously by now and you haven't and I was wondering, why," said Caity, so fast that her words nearly ran into each other. Mhera smiled. She'd been expecting Caity to ask her this since Caity had told her that she knew. Mhera knew that she could be a huge flirt when she put her mind to it. She had asked herself this question before, and she told Caity the answer that she herself had come up with. "He matters," she said. Caity seemed to realise something. She lent across to Mhera and said, shaking her head,
"You have it so bad." Mhera ignored her, studying her timetable instead. She was puzzled by her timetiable. "Hey, Caity, it says here that I have Defence Against the Dark Arts, but I'm not taking it," her friend laughed,
"If you'd paid any less attention, you'd fall asleep, but McGonagal mentioned it last night, it's compulsory now," Mhera scowled at that comment. Then she laughed, seeing the humour. They got up, and were about to leave, when Mhera saw Draco sit at the Slytherin table. She paused, and he saw her. They stared at each other for a moment, before he offered her a brief smile. Mhera was surprised, but she gave him a big smile back. Mhera was known for her smilesby all the boys in her year, according to Caity. Apparently they felt as though they'd been dipped in a huge vat of warm stucky toffee when she smiled at them. Mhera thought that this was stupid. She made her way out of the Great Hall, feeling as if she herself had been dipped in a vat of sticky toffee, from the look on Draco's face when she'd smiled at him.
Draco got up quickly and got dressed. He'd slightly overslept, and made up for it by getting ready quickly. He ran his comb through his silky blonde hair, before walking out of the Slytherin House rooms, heading for the Great Hall. He had just sat down, when he caught Mhera looking at him. They stared at each other for a moment, before he decided to chance it and offered her a brief smile. He felt as if he'd had warm honey poured over his head when Mhera gave him a heartstopping smile. He thought he would melt into the bench, and they'd never be able to scrap him off, at the warmness and openess of that smile. He finally caught himself, thankfully before the other Slytherins had noticed him acting strangely. He got up quickly, grabbing a piece of toast, and the timetable that had appeared magically on the table, and left the Great Hall, feeling light-headed.