I walked out of the classroom in a daze. Draco Malfoy had actually asked me out!
"Midge!" Becky yelled. I jumped about a foot in the air.
"God, Becky!" I cried. "You scared me!"
"I've only been talking to you for the past five minutes." I blushed.
"Oh, sorry...I didn't hear you. I was off in my own world."
"I noticed."
"So what's up?" Mitch asked. "What'd Malfoy want?" I felt my face get hot.
"Um...he wanted to ask me something..."
"Well?" Becky pressed.
"He...he asked me out." Both of them looked shocked.
"You didn't say yes, did you!" Mitch cried. I nodded.
"I really like him you know," I snapped.
"I'm telling you this guy is trouble." I laughed.
"I like trouble." Mitch sighed.
"But he's not the good kind of trouble."
"There's a good kind?" Mitch sighed again.
"You know what I mean Schy. He's not good for you. You told us about all the shit he did to Pansy."
"Yes but I'm not Pansy. He only did it to her 'cause she annoyed him."
"And you think he won't do it to you once you start annoying him?"
"You jerk! You think I'm annoying!" Mitch sighed once again, massaged his forehead and leaned against the corridor wall. We had stopped walking by now.
"No. That's not what I'm saying..."
"He means if you start to be annoying to Draco..." Becky began.
"I know but I won't," I said. "Now if I annoy you two then don't hang out with me!"
"Midge don't be that way. We don't think you're annoying. We just want you to be careful. Malfoy's a bastard."
"Shut up!" I shouted. "Don't talk about him like that!"
"But Schyler..." Mitch began.
"No! I don't want to hear it anymore!" I shouted. "I'm done talking about this! We're dating and there's nothing you can do about it!"
"The hell there is!" Becky yelled.
"We're not going to let you date him," Mitch agreed.
"I'm fifteen years old!" I shouted. "I can date whoever the hell I want! I can take of myself you know!"
"Schyler trust us on this one," Becky said. "We want you to have a boyfriend but Draco is not good for you. He'll just end up hurting you."
"I don't care!" I cried. "And he won't anyway! He gave me this necklace! He's nice!"
"Giving you things doesn't make him nice," Mitch said. "It means he knows giving you nice things will make you think he's nice."
"Just shut up!" I shouted. "I'm done talking about this!" I turned and ran toward my common room.