"Can I be excused?" I asked, my voice shaking and surprisingly, Snape showed some compassion and nodded his consent.
I scrambled to my feet and practically ran to the door, aware of my flushed cheeks and the classes' eyes on me.
Outside, I walked down the corridor and around a corner, where I stopped, heart thumping and took some deep breaths to calm myself down.
I heard the classroom door bang open as it hit the opposite wall and the running footsteps of someone. I peeked my head around the corner and saw Malfoy sprinting towards me. I gasped, my eyes widening in disbelief and turned to run. I was no professional runner and Malfoy was much fitter physically then me, but I still tried to run, my long brown hair whipping around my face as I turned to see how far away from me he was. The third time I looked, he was only a few metres behind me, and I veered left into an empty classroom, planning on holding the door shut. I managed to get the door open and was inside, but I wasn't fast enough to get it completely shut before he charged into it, his sheer weight and momentum from running overpowering me. I turned to run again, but his left hand caught my right wrist and he tugged on my wrist sharply, spinning me around towards him. I gasped and my left hand instinctively came up to defend myself, but he caught my left wrist easily as my body slammed into his and he now had both of my wrists restrained. His hands were big enough to restrain and cover my wrists and hands, forming sort of manacles that were firm and iron-like in their grip but gentle.
I looked up into his face in fear, only to find him kissing me again, his arms wound around my waist, pinning my arms to my side and my body to his. I managed to pull my face away
"Malfoy stop. You're only acting like this because of the potion!"
"Am I?"
I stared at him in shock.
"The potion wore off after I..err...shouted at you...after I realised what I'd done and said, I decided I had to come after you just to check that you don't...feel the same...about me...
I kept staring at him, my mouth open. This boy had confessed his love for me and all I could do was gape like a goldfish.
"Malfoy...but I...you...you hate me! You never look at me, and when you do it's only to laugh or glare! You never talk to me! You HATE me!
He gazed at me evenly. "Every time I think you're not looking, I stare at you. I stare and stare. Because I can't take my eyes off of you. You're so beautiful, but it's not just that. I've seen you with your friends. Every time I hear you laugh with your friends on the way to a lesson, I follow you, just so that I can hear you laugh and see your smile. I love the way your hair shines, and the way you walk. I love the way you bit your lip in exams and how you stick your tongue out when you concentrate. I love the way you treat those around you, but most of all, I love your smile, your eyes and your compassion. Every time I see other boys in the school stare at you, I feel jealous, jealous that they can stare at you so openly". The last time I saw you cry, it nearly broke my heart. I wanted to comfort you so badly, but I was scared of how you'd react to me.
I looked at his smoldering eyes as he poured out his heart to me. Slowly I leaned my head against his chest and he leaned his chin onto of my head, his arms still around me.
"I do feel the same" I murmured into his chest. "I have for a while and I was glad that it was the boys that had to take the potion or I would've really embarrassed myself" I said.
He shook slightly as he chuckled, "As it was it was me who embarrassed myself."
I giggled and raised my head to look at him. He lowered his head and kissed me again, only this time much slower, sweeter. He gripped me tighter around my waist and when we surfaced for air my mind was reeling as gasping for air.
"We'd better go back" he said smiling as he kissed my forehead and we turned for the door, his arms still wrapped around my waist.
