I, Draco Malfoy, was one of the eight heads this year. My room was with the other seven heads. My room said Draco and was green and silver. All my luggage was there.
It was almost time for the feast so I walked out of the room and headed for the common room door. I saw her door. It was on my way to the door. I bet her room was beautiful, red and gold everywhere.
I was lost in a daydream when the door opened suddenly. She walked out and we both ran into each other, because I couldn't stop in time. I tried to catch her but she dropped too quickly and instead I ended up on top of her. I caught myself before I could flatten her but for a moment I couldn't move.
I don't think I've ever been this close to her. I looked into her chocolate brown eyes as she looked back at me. Her warm breath was on my face since we were so close. I took a deep breath and told myself to say something, anything. She probably thinks I'm weird now.
"Watch where you're going Granger," I told her softly. She looked at me like I grew another head. I guess I haven't exactly been nice to her recently but I don't like the way she is looking at me. It is the last year of Hogwarts. I want to change. For her. I swiftly stood and held out my hand to her. She seemed apprehensive about taking it so I just grabbed hers and pulled her up.
"Come on." She was standing now but I didn't let go. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes. She stared back but I could see she was confused. I don't want her to be. This is the new me, well is going to be the new me.
Of course the door had to open, ruining our moment. I saw a redhead walk in. Quick. I had to do something. I can't let someone thinking I like Hermione, even if I do.
"Watch where you're going Granger." I inwardly cringed when I heard the coldness in my voice. I pushed her lightly away. I hope she could tell the I did not mean to hurt her if I did. I pushed passed Weaslette as I walked out.
I didn't stop walking until I was at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. I was about to sit in between Blaise and Pansy. I didn't want to sit by Pansy but I still had to pretend I liked her. We were supposed to be engaged but since she knows about my little crush on Hermione, she decided to not even try to marry me. She actually wants to at least date Blaise.
"Shove over," I said to Pansy, with the coldness back but not so strong. She moved next to Blaise and looked at me. She smiled a thankful smile at me as I sat down on her other side. I nodded and looked at Blaise. I was the only one who knew he had a small crush on Pansy. He was blushing lightly but it was hardly noticeable.
That's when I got distracted. She had walked into the Great Hall and was sitting with the other Gryffindors. Weasel and Weaslette sat on either side of her with Potter across with Longbottom. Why couldn't she sit with me? Oh, yeah. I'm a Slytherin and she's a Gryffindor. We could never be together. And why would she want that? She hates my guts. Why wouldn't she? I've only been mean to her but that's only because she can't know. No one can know that I like her.
Love is a sign of weakness. I cannot show any weakness, especially now. The war is coming up. If people know my weakness they will be able to defeat me. They might be able to go after her. I will kill anyone who hurts her. She does not deserve to be hurt. Ever. That is why no one can know that I like her. Like. Not love. I will not say that word anymore. It is a weakness that I can not afford to have.
"Draco?" Pansy asked as she nudged my arm. I looked over at her. She was obviously trying to tell me to knock it off. Stop staring at her. I can't. She is just so captivating. I don't know how I've managed to ignore my crush all this time. I mean I have liked her since we were young kids.
"What are your classes this year?" Blaine asked completely oblivious to the mental argument Pansy and I were having. I checked my time table.
I had potions, charms, transfiguration, defense against the dark arts, herbology, astronomy, history of magic, care of magical creatures, study of ancient runes, divination, flying, earth magic, music and alchemy. I know that's a lot. Fourteen. I have each class about three times a week, each class is an hour and a half.
"Why so many classes?" Pansy asked. I think she already knew the answer. Maybe if I was so busy with school, my father would not try to make me do anything. Maybe he would leave me alone, not turn me over to Voldemort for him to have me do whatever. Maybe I'll be distracted with work and I won't have time to think about her. Maybe, just maybe.
"Have fun with those classes," Blaise said. "I'm taking the least amount of classes I can to graduate. I only needed to take five. Only two every other day."
"Well I have seven classes," Pansy said. "And I only have you guys in five of them. What am I going to do about the other two?"
"Try making friends," Blaise joked. He laughed.
"I'll see you guys later," I said standing up. I needed to do things before curfew. Mainly I had to go to the library to check out some books and find my table. I will be in there most days so I need a good table, one by a window.
They responded with byes and I was on my way. I found the library easily. It has been my second room for years, not many know that. I grabbed a few good books and checked them out. I looked for the perfect table.
I finally found it but someone else did too. It was the desk next to the window seat. It would have been perfect. I could have relaxed in the window seat when I got too stressed. Sadly she had to find it too.
I walked over with the air of confidence I used to always have. It had drained a bit but I could still act. I dropped my bag on the table just as she sat down. She looked up sharply and saw that it was me.
"Granger," I said calmly. I mean I tried to sound calm. I hope I sounded calm because my insides had just turned to liquid. I sneered at her. Out of the corner of my eyes, though, I scanned the library. No one seemed to be over here. I could be nicer to her.
"Malfoy," she said as she sat down in the chair, claiming her spot.
"Classes don't start until Monday," she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Claiming my desk," I said as I sat on the chair next to her. Calm down. You aren't even touching her and you're already freaking out. I slowly leaned back in my chair and tried to act casual.
"Your desk?" She stared straight at me. My stomach fluttered a little just from one look. I tried to stick the usual sneer on my face but I couldn't. I was alone with her. No one knew we were back here together. I could act nicer to her. I don't think she would tell anyone and if she does I can just deny it.
"Fine your desk," I said softly as I stood up and grabbed my bag. I started to walk away so I could find another desk.
"Wait," she called. "My desk? You're not even going to fight me on it?"
I shook my head and continued to walk. I was about ten feet away when she called out to me again.
"Malfoy, wait." I turned around to see that she was standing up. She was looking at the ground, not meeting my eyes.
"Maybe we can share. I mean we have all of the same classes," she said holding out a piece of parchment. My time table. It must have fallen out of my bag.
We have all the same classes? I get to see her every hour of the school day, I mean except for my free periods. I'm sure she'll be with her friends. I also get to see her after school hours because we share the heads dorm, along with six others but that doesn't matter. She'll be there. Everyday.
"That'd be nice," I said as I walked back to her. I took the time table, careful not to let our hands touch. She wouldn't like that and I would just make a scene if her soft hands brushed up against mine. I sat in the other chair as she sat down in hers. There was silence.
"Malfoy?" I looked up at her. I hope the hope I was feeling wasn't showing in my eyes. I wanted her to say so many things but what she said wasn't any of them.
"We have a heads meeting in fifteen minutes and I would not like to be late," she said. I nodded.
"I'll meet you there in a few minutes," I said softly. She left quickly and I starred at the spot she had been.
She could have said countless other things. She could have asked why I changed. I knew it was coming. She could have asked me to help her this year. She's the smartest, why would she need my help?
I finally stood a few minutes later. I walked the path that is going to be a familiar path back to the heads dorm. I was quickly let in and I sat on the couch. Everyone was here even though the meeting didn't start for five more minutes.