Chapter eleven: such a charmer.
The next day I made my way down to breakfast, the words YOU'RE DEAD imprinted in my mind. Soon enough Gwen and Rose interrupted my thought, "Lucie, are you okay?" Concern flashing in her brown eyes, she quickly pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Erm, I'm fine." I said, questioningly.
"Oh, it's just you didn't come up to the dorms last night, we thought you like- died or something!" Gwen gave me a shaky laugh.
"Oh! Well, I'm fine thanks, I felt really sick last night and went to the hospital wing for some potion- Madame pomfrey just said I could stay there for the night it stead of getting into trouble!" I laughed rather- or what I hoped would be rather convincingly. Rose laughed and merely nodded as we sat down at Gryffindor table. "Alright, Luce?" Albus smiled, sitting opposite Gwen and piling bacon and scrambled eggs onto his plate.
"Yup. You?" I replied, trying to eat my toast and read the daily prophet at the same time.
"I'm cool thanks." He said with his mouth full, spraying food everywhere as he did so, Gwen shot him a disgusted look. "I said say it don't spray it, Al." I laughed at my ridiculously cheesy joke, as did Rose. "What've we got today?" Gwen asked, taking a bite of her hash brown. Rose immediately pulled her timetable out of her turquoise backpack and replied, "Divination, Charms, Potions, Transfiguration and Arithmacy." I groaned, "Hm, anyways where's Jordy?" Rose and Gwen coughed awkwardly and looked at their plates, whilst Al snapped, "He's got new friends- Slytherins.." I looked towards the slytherin table, where Jordy was sat with Parker Goyle and his cronies, talking to the prat that is Malfoy. My hand tingled as I remembered the touch of his hand on mine- snap out of it Lucie! "Come, on let's go to hell- I mean divination." Gwen corrected after earning a glare from Rose. I snorted.
Ugh! I hate divination! Especially with Professor Trelawney! Talking about death omens and other crap like that- what a load of old drivel. And to make it worse? It's with the Slytherin's. I don't know why but when I saw Melody Le-Vance flirting with Scor- Malfoy, I felt something bubble deep within inside an emotion I've never felt before. But I swear to Godric if she bloody well flicks her hair one more time, I'll drop kick her in the nose. No lies.
"Did anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare, Longbottom." Le-Vance sneered, as her little group snickered. Melody Le-Vance was the biggest slut I've ever met in my life, she's a bigger slut than Pippa Vane! She has long, straight blonde hair that reaches her ribcage, with big baby blue eyes and the most curvy figure known to man- and the unfair thing? She can get any guy she wants… "Shut it, Le-Vance." Gwen spat from beside me, flipping her black hair over her shoulder.
"Hey, Longbottom. You should learn to keep that dog on a leash." Taunted Pippa Vane, flicking her raven hair to the side, flashing her dark blue eyes dangerously.
"Who're you talking to, you miserable toad!" Rose snarled at vane, hatred clear in her eyes.
"Well, definatly not you weasel." Vane spat.
"Who're you calling a weasel, you're the one who looks like one!" Gwen seethed and I laughed. "You think that's funny Longbottom?" Julia Saints growled, her honey eyes glaring at me, flicking her ginger hair.. WHAT WAS WITH EVERYONE FLICKING THE GODDAMN HAIR! I rolled my eyed, "Obviously?" I laughed again.
"Well, I don't know why you laughed at that, seen as though you look like a otter!" I laughed in her face.
"Shut it Saints! Or do I have to make you?" threatened Gwen.
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots!" Saints snickered, just as Gwen smacked her square in the jaw.
"YOU BITCH!" screamed Vane, launching herself at Gwen, only to be stopped by Rose kneeing her in the gut. "PROTEGA MAXIMA!" I yelled creating a forcefeild around all the girls.
Less than half an hour later everything was calm and we were all leaving Hell in one piece- thankfully. I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me through a tapestry, I groaned as I hit the wall opposite, "Meet me later? Kitchens? 7?" Malfoy drawled, smirking. I nodded, flashing a small smile before heading to charms rubbing my back.
The rest of the hours flew by and before I knew it I was sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea and some chocolate biscuits reading Romeo and Juliet- waiting for Malfoy. It was relaxing actually. Of course I didn't wear anything special for Malfoy, just a pair of red jeans, my white doc martens and a white floaty shirt with a black blazer on top- casual I would say? Hm?
"Romeo and Juliet, how romantic." Malfoy sniggered, as he walked towards Kerry the houself I took the time to look him up and down, dark jeans, white converse, striped white t-shirt and a black zipped hoody- nice. "Shut up, just because you don't have a romantic bone in your body." I snapped, taking a sip of tea once he had sat down.
"Excuse me? I invented romance." He quipped, receiving his coffee off Kerry.
"What? I think you'll find William Shakespeare invented romance, not you. You're about as romantic as a teaspoon." I smirked.
"Hmm, I'll prove you wrong." He drawled.
"Yeaaaah, sure you will." I said sarcastically. He laughed, once again showing his perfectly straight, white teeth, which made him look even more perfect- how is that even possible? LUCIE? What are you saying?
Told you! Told you found him attractive!
Who wouldn't find him attractive? I mean come on. I never said he wasn't attractive? I said I wasn't attracted to him!
Still.
GO away.
I really have to stop arguing with myself, seriously. "Sickle for your thoughts?" Malfoy enquired, sipping his coffee.
"Oh, just thinking about yesterday." I said in a small voice.
"Whoa, what about it?" Malfoy replied, his eyebrows rising.
"Just slightly worried, that's all."
"About?" Malfoy pressed, he's bloody persistant, I'll tell you that.
"Dying." I mumbled, taking another sip of tea.
"You're not going to die, Lucie." Malfoy said sternly. I looked into his grey eyes and searched for any hint of humour but found none. "You can't say that!" I scolded.
"Well, I am. I won't let anyone hurt you, Lucie." He vowed, no hint of laughter in his voice. Is this real? This isn't the Malfoy I know? AHA! A breakthrough.
"Anyways, what happened to calling me Longbottom?" I exclaimed, quickly changing the subject.
"Takes too much effort- Lucie is easier." He smiled, resting his hand on the table, I longed to reach out and hold it, I was literally desperate to, but my mind was saying no, Godric lucie you can't- so I resisted.
After about three hours later I was back in my dorm, I quickly jumped in the shower and changed into my pyjamas and climbed into the bed. The sound of Gwen's snores echoing around me, weren't half as loud as Sc-Malfoy's voice saying 'I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, Lucie.'
Hm, Famous last words.
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Cait.