I walked down the stairs to the common room nervously, pulling my satchel over my head. The books I would need were in it, awaiting my eyes to read over every word that decorated them. I had put my hair into a ponytail, too lazy to put it up in a special way for my first day. I wore my sweater vest over top my white button up, and a grey mid-thigh length skirt. Once down the stairs, I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting on one of the couches. They all got up and started to head for the portrait hole, and I rushed over and began walking beside Hermione, who smiled at me.
"Have a good night sleep?" Hermione asked once we were out of the common room.
"It was okay, however I do remember my teeth falling out at one point..." I laughed. We saw that Harry and Ron were a few feet ahead, and we began running to catch up with them. I turned to both of them and smiled, giving them a wave.
"Has Hedwig came back from her journey yet?" I asked, tapping my wand against my leg. It was something I did when I was nervous.
"Not yet, I think she'll be back by tomorrow hopefully," he said. "How is Hogwarts treating you so far?"
"Honestly, I can't really say. I'll just have to tell you after my first day of classes." I smiled. A first year was following us, and was googling at Harry, making Ron yell at the boy.
"It's rude to stare, you know," he snapped. "I love being a sixth year. And we're going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up here and relax."
"We need that time for studying, Ron!" Hermione said as we rounded a corner. Suddenly in front of me was a younger kid who had a lime-green disc in his hand. Hermione grabbed it from his hands and sneered.
"Fanged Frisbees are banned." she said simply. He ran away to his friends while Ron ripped the frisbee from Hermione's hands.
"Always wanted on of these." Beside me, Lavender Brown started giggling. Ron smiled, pleased with herself. I saw Hermione roll her eyes, and I laughed.
We entered the Great Hall and sat down, Harry and Ron telling Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid. I had no idea who Hagrid was, so I told them I would be right back. I walked over to the Slytherin table, earning some very colourful looks on my way. I looked for my old best friend and found him eating porridge and looking slightly depressed. I rushed over and sat down beside him, ignoring the glares from around me.
"Blaise, what's wrong?" I asked, feeling his forehead for any warmth. He turned his head away from my touch and shrugged, making me frown.
"Are you mad at me? You know you can't be mad at me for too long, right?" I whined, him shoving his porridge away from him.
"Go back to your table, the Heads of Houses are giving out the times tables," he spat. I looked at him shocked, and slightly hurt. But I did what he said, knowing that if I stayed I would just get myself into trouble.
I returned to the table, grabbing a spoon and pouring some milk into my bowl. I put some cereal in, but suddenly stopped. I didn't feel that hungry, I was more upset. Harry must've noticed, because he nudged me.
"What's wrong? Bestie Blaise angry?" he said with a small smirk.
"Har Har. He seems really mad at me, but I don't know why... He was fine until I got sorted last night." I told them, tapping my wand against my arm. Ron grimaced and shrugged, taking another piece of toast.
"House rivalry. Slytherin's don't like us Gryffindor's that much." I sighed, knowing that that was probably the case. The professor from last night came by and talked to each student about there times table and OWLs. I licked my lips and awaited my turn. Once she was finished with Harry she called upon me. I smiled at her as she looked for my name.
"Well, last year you did very well, didn't you? I see they do OWLs differently in Canada, but that's okay. Will you be taking NEWTS for transfiguration? That's my class, by the way." I told her everything I was going to be taking, and she wrote them all down. I wanted to be a Healer, so I needed either a 'Outstanding' or 'Exceeds Expectations' on my NEWTs for Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. I had outstanding in most of those classes anyway, so I wasn't very worried. I knew I would probably need a tutor in Potions however, which made me cringe.
After getting settled, we all walked out, Ron observing his time-table.
"Look," he said, delighted. "we've got a free period now... and a free period after break... and after lunch... excellent!" I laughed, falling into their step pattern.
"You do know those free periods are for studying, right?" I asked, me and Harry sharing smiles. Ron scoffed and shook his head.
"Studying my arse, I'll probably be sleeping the whole time!"
We returned to the common room, barely anybody there. I followed the boys to a girl with her hair pulled tight against her skull.
"I thought you'd get that, well done," she said, pointing to the captain badge on his uniform. "Tell me when you call trials!"
"Don't be stupid," said Harry. "you don't need to try out, I've watched you play for years..."
"You mustn't start like that," she warned. "For all you know, there's someone much better than me out there. Good teams have been ruined before now because captains just kept using the old faces, or letting in their friends..." I watched as Ron's ears turned bright red. He began playing with the frisbee, I watched as it zoomed around the common room. Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, watched from afar.
We played around the common room for a while, me telling them stories from Mortink.
"We were outside the classroom, waiting for Professor Golpallot to come and find the mess inside her classroom. When she finally came out, she was screaming bloody murder, waving her hands around like a money and telling us to 'F' off!" I said, laughing. The clock at the back of the room chimed and we knew it was time for our next class. I gathered my stuff and followed them to the classroom. We found Hermione waiting outside the door.
"We got so much homework for Runes," she said tiredly. "A fifteen-inch essay, two translations and I've got to read those by Wednesday."
"Shame," yawned Ron.
"You wait," she replied. "I bet Snape will give us loads!"
"I don't think you want anymore, Hermione." I laughed, while the door of the classroom opened. The greasy haired man from yesterday stepped into the corridor, silence falling over the group of students.
"Inside," he said slowly. We walked in, and I immediately felt sad. The classroom was dark and gloomy, representing the man who now owned the classroom. I sat down at a desk beside Hermione, taking out my copy of Confronting the Faceless.
"I have not asked you to take out your books," the Professor said, staring at me and Hermione. I shoved it back into my satchel, biting my lip knowing that I already pissed off my teacher the first day. "I wish to speak to you and I want your fullest attention."
"You have had five teachers in this subject so far," he said, standing in the front of the room. "Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an OWL in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the NEWT work, which will be much more advanced."
He was at the edge of the room now, speaking in a lower voice. I craned my neck to be able to see him.
"The Dark Arts," he said. "are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, it sprouts a head more fiercer than any other. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible."
I stared at him, along with others in the class. Why was he talking about the Dark Arts as though he was a fan? I had yet to even learn his name, and he already seemed like a complete wanker.
"Your defences must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo. These pictures," he motioned to the pictures that hung on the walls. "gives as fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse," he began waving his hand towards a witch who was screaming in agony in a picture. "feel the Dementor's Kiss," a wizard lying blank eyed in another. "or provoke the aggression the Inferius." It was a picture of blood on the ground.
"Has an Inferius been seen, then?" asked one of my roommates, Pavarti Patil. "Is it definite, is he using them?"
"The Dark Lord had used Inferi in the past," he said. I remember when Max told me only followers of Voldemort call him that, "which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now..." He walked around the classroom again, swishing his robes around him, making me think of a ballerina.
"... you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of non-verbal spells. What is the advantage of a non-verbal spell, Miss Pundle?" My breath stopped and I almost didn't answer until Hermione dug her shoulder into mine. I gasped and racked my brain for anything.
"Erm, your opponent doesn't know what kind of magic you're going to preform," I said, almost asking him.
"That's right, though I'm not impressed with your answer," Draco sniggered form the back, making me whip around and glare at him. Blaise was staring at the ground again, making me pout. "Those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spell-casting, Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some lack."
Soon after, we got up and all tried to preform the spells without talking. Me and Hermione partnered up, though I gazed at Blaise for a split second. After merely 10 minutes, Hermione deflected my Jelly-Legs jinx without uttering a word. I sighed, jealous she got it so quickly. She rubbed my shoulder and told me we could work more on me this time. We began, her throwing random spells my way. Each time, out of instinct, I would yell out a deflecting charm. Finally, after a couple minutes I had done it once, making me joyously run around the classroom, bumping into Blaise.
"Oh, Blaise. I'm... uh, sorry. For everything really." I said quietly. He shook his head and merely told me to 'watch where I was going.' I felt tears prick at me eyes and I swallowed, walking back to Hermione. I saw Snape, who I had previously learned the name of from Hermione, chastising Ron. I stood beside Hermione and turned to her, pouting slightly.
"Why is Blaise so mad? It's not my fault that I got in a different house... I haven't changed at all!" I exclaimed loudly, making a few heads turn my way, including the devil himself. He simply went back to practising with Draco, who was smirking ever so slightly.
"Look, he doesn't matter anymore, OK? You've got us now, we're your family." I wiped a single tear that left my eye and smiled, grabbing Hermione's hand and squeezing it.
"Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?" Snape practically yelled.
"Yes," Harry said, watching the professor move closer to him.
"Yes sir," he corrected.
"There's no need to call me 'sir' Professor." I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth. I silently applauded Harry, and grinned at him.
"Detention, Saturday night, my office," Snape snapped. "I do not take cheek from anybody, not even the Chosen One."
"That was brilliant, Harry! I can't believe you said that to a professor!" I said, taking my wand and playing with the ends of it.
"However, you shouldn't have said it!" said Hermione, frowning at me. I shrugged. "What made you?"
"He tried to jinx me, incase you didn't notice!" he said hotly. "I had enough of that during those Occlumency lessons! Why doesn't he use a guinea pig for a change? What's Dumbledore playing at, letting him teach? Did you hear him talking about the Dark Arts? He loves them!" I ignored the part about Occlumency lessons, deciding it wasn't part of my business.
"Well," said Hermione. "I thought he sounded a bit like you."
"Like me?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Yes, when you were telling us what it's like to face Voldemort. You said it wasn't just memorizing a bunch of spells, you said it was just you and your brains and your guts - well, wasn't that what Snape was saying? That it really comes down to being brave and quick-thinking?"
"Wait... you fought Voldemort?" I asked, completely taken aback.
"Long story... Tell you later." he dismissed.
"Harry! Hey Harry!" A boy hurried towards them, carrying a roll of parchment.
"For you," he panted. "Listen, I heard you're the new Captain. When're you holding trials?" That reminds me, I have to talk to Professor Mcgonagall about commentating.
"I'm not sure yet," Harry said. "I'll let you know ."
We left the boy mid-sentence, following Harry away.
"He enjoys Acid Pops?" asked Ron, who was reading over Harry's shoulder.
"It's the password to get into his office," Harry said lowly. "Ha! Snape's not going to be pleased... I won't be able to go to detention!"
We spent the rest of the break contemplating what Dumbledore wanted to teach Harry. They also took their time explaining things that had happened over the years, though they were hesitant with the information. They didn't completely trust me, which I completely understood. I wouldn't dare tell them about my parents, or anything of that matter.
Hermione left to Arithmancy, leaving Harry, Ron and I to do our DADA homework. It was pretty hard, and we didn't complete it until Hermione returned. The bell chimed and we had to head to double Potions, making me groan and moan the whole way. They stopped at the door and a very high-up, pompous looking guy turned to Harry.
"Harry," he said, holding out his hand for Harry to shake. "didn't get a chance to speak in Defence Against the Dark Arts this morning. Good lesson, but Sheild Charms are old hat, of course, for us old DA lags. And how are you Ron, Hermione. Ive never met you before. Names Ernie Macmillan. Pleasure to meet you."
Before I could say hello, the door to the classroom opened and Professor Slughorn's big belly popped out. He let us into the classroom, each of of us taking a seat together. We sat at the seat with a gold-coloured liquid. My nostrils flared, smelling the scent of firewood, Aqua Cologne and petrol. I lazily grinned at the boys, who both returned the gesture.
"Now then," said Slughorn. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making." I grabbed my supplies, still distracted by the potion. Harry told the professor that both he and Ron didn't have any supplies, making me snigger. Harry hit the back of my head with his palm, making me gasp and hit him back playfully. Slughorn gave them the supplies they needed and they got settled.
"Alright," he said. "I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of things you ought to know for NEWTs. You ought to have heard of them, even if you haven't made them yet. Anyone tell me which one this is?" He pointed to a cauldron nearest to the Slytherin table. Hermione's hand shot in the air, nearly hitting Ron in the face. Slughorn pointed to her.
"It's Veritaserum, a colourless, odourless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth." she said.
"Very good!" Slughorn said happily. He pointed to the next table, and monitored for me too answer, seeing that I was dozing off slightly,
"Miss...?" I stopped leaning on my hand and perked up, looking at the potion. I recognized the gooey, thick substance and my mouth watered, remembering the horrible taste.
"Pundle, sir. Is it Polyjuice Potion?"
"Excellent! Now, this one," he pointed to our table. I had no idea what it was. Hermione's hand was in the air in milliseconds.
"It's Amortentia!" Hermione said brightly.
"It is indeed. Almost foolish to ask," said Slughorn. "I assume you know what it does?"
"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" she said.
"Quite right! You recognised it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?" Hermione explained the potion and all its characteristic after, boring me slightly. That was the reason I had always done horribly in potions, I would never listen. Either I didn't understand, or I just couldn't be bothered. My Grammy was a whiz at potions, and usually made me feel bad about not being too great at it. My Granddad would always stick up for me, telling her that she sucked at Charms when she went to Hogwarts.
"May I ask your name, my dear?" asked Slughorn, pulling on his suspenders.
"Hermione Granger, sir."
"Granger? Granger? Can you be related to Hector Dagworth-Granger, who founded the Most Extraordinary Society of Portioneers? He asked, eyes bubbling with excitement.
"No, I don't think so sir, I'm Muggle-born." From the corner of my eye I saw Draco Malfoy whispering to Blaise and both of them snickering. I made eye contact with Blaise and gave him a death glare, him sending one back just as easily.
"Oho! 'One of my best friends is Muggle-born and she's best in our year!' I'm assuming this is the very friends of whom you spoke, Harry?" Sulghorn asked excitedly.
"Yes, sir." Harry nodded.
"Well, well, take twenty well-earned points to Gryffindor, Miss Granger." he announced.
"Did you really say I was the best in our year? Oh, Harry!" Hermione gushed, earning an annoyed look from Ron.
"I'd've said the same thing if he asked me." he said. Hermione shushed him and turned back to Slughorn, looking over-joyed. Slughorn explained what Amortentia did, perking my ears up. It was interesting, probably because he was talking about love. I always found it pretty cool, and it was an amazing sensation to feel loved. But Professor wasn't talking about real love, it was artificial, an obsession. It creeped me out, thinking that people would actually use this on someone else.
"Sir, you haven't told us what's in this one." Ernie said, pointing to the gold-coloured liquid on his desk. Slughorn merrily made his way to the potion, picking it up and showing everyone.
"It's called Felix Felicis. I take it you know what it does, Miss Ganger?"
"It's liquid luck," she said excitedly. "It makes you lucky." Pretty straightforward, if you ask me. I saw Draco peek his head up from his desk, looking very interested.
"Right, Miss Granger. Another 10 points for Gryffindor. It's a difficult potion to make, disastrous if brewed wrong. However, if made correctly, as this had been, you will find that all your endavours tend to succeed... at least until the effects wear off." People started throwing question's at the old Professor. I raised my hand slowly, thinking over my question.
"Have you ever taken it, sir?" I questioned, looking at the substance quizzically.
"Twice in my life," he said. "Once when I was twenty-dour, once when I was fifty-seven. Two tablespoonfuls taken with breakfast. Two prefect days." I nodded, satisfied with his answer.
"And that is what I shall be offering as a prize in this lesson," he said, setting the potion back down on the desk. "Enough for twelve hours of luck. From dawn till dusk, you will be lucky in everything you attempt. Now I must warn you that Felix Felicis is a banned substance in organized competitions, examinations or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only," he chided. "So how to win my prize? Turn to page 10 in your Advanced Potion-Making book. We have a little over an hour left, just enough time to attempt the potion, Drought of Living Death. It's more complex than anything you've done before, so I do not expect for your potions to be perfect. The person who does the best wins the prize! Off you go!" My shoulders fell, knowing that I would not be able to brew this potion correctly. I got out my book and turned to page 10, and begun the potion.
After 40 minutes of continuously messing up, I gave up. I watched as others hurried to finish before the bell rung. Beside my, Harry was doing perfectly fine. I nudged his shoulder and drew my mouth up to his ear. The class was completely silent, most trying to concentrate. I didn't want to be rude and make any loud noises, so whispering seemed like a decent idea.
"How are you doing that so well at brewing this potion?" I whispered, looking down at his cauldron. He shrugged, taking his stirring stick and doing it clock-wise. Hermione noticed, and shook her head.
"Harry, it's meant to be counter-clockwise!" she said, her hair even more frizzy than usual. He ignored her and continued doing what he was doing, finally finished his potion. I sighed and sat back down in my seat, taking out my book and reading about the potion. Every word on the paper made no sense whatsoever.
"And times... up!" Slughorn yelled, many sighs and groans coming from the class. He began walking abound the tables, inspection each cauldron, either nodding or grimacing. He looked at mine and gave me frown, telling me 'I should try and be more focused during class.' He looked into Harry's and partly fainted, grabbing a part of the desk to keep himself upright.
"The clear winner!" he cried. "Excellent Harry! It's clear you inherited your mother's talents! She was a dab hand at potions, she was. Here you go, my boy! One bottle of Felix Felicis for you as promised!" Hermione, Ron and Draco watched in jealousy as he slipped it into his pocket. I wasn't that bothered he won, he deserved it if he was that good at potions. I would have to ask him if he could tutor me, seeing as I was bound to be the worst in our year.
"How did you do that?" Ron whispered as we left the dungeon.
"Got lucky, I suppose." I laughed quietly, liking his sense of humour. We made our way to the Great Hall for dinner, taking up some space in the middle of the table. Hermione sat beside me on one side of the table, while Harry and Ron sat on the opposite side. Harry began explaining how he was so good at brewing the potion. He said that his book was filled with pointers, telling him what and what not to do. Hermione was staring at nothing, with a stony look.
"I suppose you think I cheated?" Harry asked her, probably aggravated by her expression.
"Well, it wasn't your work, now was it?" she spat.
"He only followed different instructions to ours," said Ron. "Could've gone horribly wrong, couldn't it? He took a risk." He sighed, leaning on his hand and looking up at the fake sky-ceiling. "Slughorn could've gave it too me, but no, I get the one no one's ever written in. Puked on, by the looks of page fifty-two..."
"Hang on," Ginny said, sitting beside Harry. She had a look of anger on her face, staring at Harry in the eyes. "Did I hear right? You've been taking orders from something someone wrote in a book?"
"It's nothing," he said, lowering his voice. I couldn't hear the second part of his speech, though I suspected it was about the incident they had in second year.
"Ginny's got a point, Harry." Hermione said, perking up. "We ought to check there's nothing wrong with the book. I mean all these funny instructions? Who knows." Hermione reached into Harry's bag, pulling out his copy of the book. She muttered 'specialis rivelio!' and tapped the from cover. Nothing happened, making Harry sigh.
"Finished?" he asked, frustrated. "Or d'you want to wait and see if it does a few back flips?" I snorted and covered my mouth with my palm, earning a glare from Hermione and Ginny.
"It seems alright. It does seem to just be a textbook." She examined the book, turning it around and looking in the pages.
"Good, I'll have it back." Harry snatched it back, but sadly dropped it on the floor. He picked it up from the floor and looked slightly suspicious, but quickly had a pokerface before anybody noticed.
After dinner I made my way over to the Slytherin table, finding Blaise sat with Draco and his friends. Pansy looked up and gave a mix between smile and frown. It made her look constipated.
"Blaise, if I could speak to you? Alone?" I emphasized the alone, looking into Blaise's dull brown eyes. He didn't answer. Draco looked up and gave me a smirk, standing up.
"Go away, Gryffindor scum. He doesn't want to see you." My mouth opened in shock, looking at the beautiful boy in front of me. Memories of my father spilled into my mind, and I pushed them away.
"What did you just call me?" I almost screeched. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked over, Harry standing up quickly.
"Gryffindor scum. It's a shame, if only you were a Slytherin. You're quite pretty. Too bad you're personality obviously sucks." he sneered.
"My personality? What does being a Gryffindor have to do with my personality? You do realize that what you value, is what puts you into a house... And to think, I thought you were so nice on the train!" I yelled, taking out my wand. "Besides, it's none of your business what happens between me and Blaise. I'm his best friend." I hissed out my last sentence. I began to crack my knuckles, ready to punch him in the face when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me away from him. I thrashed around, trying to separate myself from whoever it was, but they kept a strong hold. I stopped struggling and saw Blaise, who was glaring at me. I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione behind him, wands at the ready.
"You're not my best friend anymore, never was. I only did it for mine and your parents. But seeing as your parents are gone, it doesn't matter anymore, does it? So leave me alone." I gasped, ripping his arms off me. I almost fell to the floor. I collected my self and tears ran down my face. I looked up to Blaise and nodded, taking steps around him to the trio.
"Okay Blaise, I understand." Tears were coming faster now, making me rub at my eyes. I began walking out of the Great Hall, hearing footsteps following me. I began to run, trying to find somewhere to be by myself. I stopped at a window ledge, and sat down. I balled up my fists and bit my lip, trying to stop myself. A tapping started on the window, making me look up. Harry's owl was outside, holding a few letters. I gasped and opened the window, letting it in. A letter from Max would be very nice right now, he always could make me feel better. I grabbed the letter from him and wiped away my tears. I ripped it open and read the letter.
Lyra,
I can't handle this anymore. I've been lying to you, and it's tearing me apart. Me and Bryanna have been sneaking around your back. I'm so sorry... It started last summer. It's a horrible thing to do, I know. I hate myself for it. Please forgive me, baby. Please! You know I love you.
Sorry,
Max
(PS: Bryanna loved the gift.)
Replaced by my breathing were sobs, echoing in the hallway. I held the letter to my chest, moving back and forth. The owl starting hooting, nudging it's head into my forehead, asking if I was okay. I ignored the bird, biting my lip and throwing the letter to the ground. I heard footsteps heading my way, and saw Harry Potter, leaning against a pillar. He walked over slowly, picking up the letter and reading it. He gasped and sat down beside me, rubbing my arm soothingly. I sobbed once more, wrapping my arms around his neck. I tried to find comfort in this boy, trying to figure out why Max would do this to me. A sudden anger engulfed me, and I stood up. I felt Harry's eyes on me, trying to guess my next move. I looked at him, and decided I would get even with Max.
I strode up to Harry, grabbing his tie and pulling his face towards mine. I captured his lips, placing my hands onto his shoulders. I could feel his hands grabbing my waist, pulling me closer until we were directly touching. Our mouths moved together, his large hands sliding down to grab my butt.
"This is so wrong" Harry murmered against my lips, kissing me deeper until I was pressed up against a large, brown door.
"But it's so right" I replied, moving my hands up to tug at his unruly, jet black hair. "Lyra, no, I can't-" Harry said, moving my body gently away from his.
He stopped looked into my eyes. He sighed, taking a step back. I felt a sudden guilt leak into my stomach, making more tears develop into my eyes
"I'm sorry... I don't like you like that. We just met and..." he trailed off and I nodded, wiping more tears from my face.
"I'm sorry too Harry... Oh my Merlin, Harry I'm so terribly sorry..." I started hyperventilating. He enveloped me into his arms again, whispering words of comfort. I felt horrible, worthless and guilty. I didn't stop crying for a while, until we saw that it was dark out. I looked into Harry's eyes, and saw that they were lined in black.
"Harry... I'm sorry. I just wanted to get even with Ma-" I couldn't even say his name. I started to hiccup. He shrugged, holding out his hand for me to take. We sated to walk to Gryffindor tower, taking a longer way.
"I get it, Lyra. You've been through a lot today. If you wanted to take off some steam, and that just so happened to be on me, I'm fine with that." I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder.
"Harry I'm truly sorry... Is there anyway I could make it up too you?" He shrugged, taking a left.
"Warn me next time you kiss me?" he asked, looking down. I laughed and squeezed his hand. An idea came into my head, and I looked up at the boy next to me.
"Would you mind... If I told him that I was actually seeing you? I want to make him jealous." I said, waiting for his reaction. He bit his lip, looking into the distance.
"I don't see why not. Make sure you keep it juicy, though!" he said, our laughter echoing throughout the long hallway.
ITS STILL A DRACO MALFOY FANFIC LOL DONT WORRY
