Lol. Here's chapter five.

Woo. I'm on a roll, 2 chapters yesterday, one today- I'm one cool kid.. Lol, who am I kidding?

Right, I sound insane.

ENJOY!

Byes.

Chapter five: What happens when you play with fire?

"Oi, Malfoy. I need to talk to you." He gulps..

Although his face remains calm and collected, his brain is probably working overtime, I can literally hear the cogs turning in his brain- he wants to know what I want. "Yes, Longbottom?" He smirks.

"You heard me, I want to talk to you." I smirk back- wait what? Did I just smirk? No! right, focus Lucie.

"Yes, I know you want to talk to me Longbottom. But what about?" He drawls in a bored tone.

"My father has some deluded idea that your 'bad news'. Which of course doesn't take a genius to realise, does it? But something always repeats itself in my mind, there must be another side to you Malfoy. Cos' although you pretend to be heartless, I know you're not- don't ask me how, I just know. Right? And don't you dare laugh, I'm trying to be civil here!" I breathe, and he looks at me strangely, but sits down across from me anyway. Luckily I picked a table behind all the dusty old books, where no one sits, because if people saw us it would be rather weird. I mean a Malfoy and a Longbottom sitting on the same table means the world is ending.. Such melodramatic people these days.

"Maybe I am heartless, underneath everything maybe I am just the same, heartless. Ever thought of that, Longbottom?" Malfoy drawls again.

"No one is heartless, Malfoy. Not even you."

"How would you know? You don't know me?" He whispers.

"I just do, right?"

"Not good enough. Is all you want to talk to me about is how cold and horrible I am, then I may as well leave. Because at this very moment I am not in the mood to be lectured. Thank you very much." He starts to rise out of his seat, but I do something that not only shocks him but shocks myself, I grab his hand, (yeah you heard me right: I, Lucie Longbottom, grabbed Scorpious Malfoy's hand) and pull him back into sitting position. "I'm not going to lecture you Malfoy." He arches his eyebrow, "I'm just sick of being at each other's throats all the time, right? There I admitted it. And I'm interested in why you're so mean and heartless to everyone. Of course I know the story about your father, but I know that's not who you are." I say quietly, oh god, why am I being so serious with Malfoy.. Because you are attracted to him?"

NO. who are you anyway?

I'm you, well your conscience.

You've never made an appearance before? BUT YOU'RE WRONG, END OF STORY.

FINE, be that way. BYE.

Well that was strange, oh man! I must be going insane.. Great. "So, you want to be nosy?" Malfoy says breaking me away from my thoughts of insanity.

"No. Oh forget it Malfoy." I spit standing up, "I just want to get to know you, is that too much to ask? But hey, doesn't matter we'll go back to hating each other. Why would I care."

"Exactly! Why do you care Lu-Longbottom.." Malfoy spits standing up and walking around the table to where I was standing, "Why do you care?" He says, his voice calmer.

"I don't." I say, avoiding his grey eyes, which I know are narrowed and looking right through me.

"You're lying. Say that to my face not to the floor." Malfoy says, quieter. Why can't I say that to his face? It's not that difficult, Lucie. I can't even look at him. Just look up, it's not that hard! Please, Lucie. I look at him, directly in the eyes, Green into grey, Gryffindor into Slytherin. "I don't." I say, my voice tiny.

"That settles it then." He says, his eyes flashing with an emotion I don't know. I barge passed him and run to the dorm. I throw my satchel on the bed, throw my jacket on the floor and kick of my doc martens and sit on the windowsill. Everyone looks so happy outside, they've just come back from Hogsmede, a place full of sweets, jokes, food and most importantly Butter Beer. But here I am, my face stained with silent tears over Malfoy.

I don't even know why I am crying. I hear footsteps making there way up the stairs and I hastily wipe my eyes and fly across the room onto my bed, pulling out my Charms notes and a quill from my bedside table and pretending that I have been doing homework for ages. Gwen and Rose open the door and throw loads of Honeydukes stuff at me, including my favourite thing ever- Chocolate frogs! Woo! Gwen suddenly narrows her eyes, "Have you been crying?" She says.

"No?" I laugh nervously.

"Are you lying?"

"Maybe?" I smile.

Oh God, I have a hell of a lot of explaining to do..