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Previously:

Skye chased after Harry, ready to feed him the same old speech she had used a million times. Iris wasn't a baby, she could make her own decisions, it was best just to be supportive, blah, blah, blah. And, just like always, Harry would eat it all up and sigh about how hard it was to just 'let go.' And so everything would be all happy until he turned around and got overprotective all over again.

Sunday passed and Monday came. Skye and Ginny were still teasing their unknowing boyfriends, who were still acting as though the girls might blow up at any given moment.

"It's pathetic," Ginny had said. "You'd think they would have swallowed their pride and apologized or something by now!"

But they hadn't, so the girls weren't giving in. They had barely spoken to their boyfriends on Sunday, instead opting for a wave or a mouthed "I love you" in the Great Hall at meal times.

On Monday, however, the girls knew that the game would change. Skye had the majority of her classes with Draco and Ginny would be passing Blaise more in the hallways.

The girls successfully avoided the boys at breakfast, so that they wouldn't see them until classes. Skye's first class was with both Draco and Blaise. So, smirking slightly, Skye ensured that she was one of the last to enter to classroom.

She noticed Draco sitting in their usual spot next to Blaise and an empty seat. Usually, Skye would have sat next to him, but not today. She placed her books on the desk next to Hermione and, after making sure that Draco was watching, flipped her hair over her shoulder as she sat down. Skye knew that Draco loved running his fingers through her hair when she wore it down. For some weird reason, he was intrigued by her long hair. Perhaps it was because he didn't have long hair himself.

Skye could feel Draco's eyes boring into the back of her head. She leant back in her chair and glanced over at him, pretending just to notice that he was staring at her. Skye winked at him and blew him a kiss, turning back to her conversation with Hermione.

"Just what are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"What do you mean?" Skye questioned, feigning ignorance.

"I can see there's something going on between you and Draco," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Duh," Skye said, smiling innocently. "We're dating."

"I know that," Hermione scowled. "But you're not sitting with him, you've barely spoken to him these last three days and that is so not like you."

The Professor walked in, causing the girls to lower their voices.

"Okay," Skye said. "It's like this..."

And she quickly explained the situation to her friend. By the time she had finished, Hermione was giggling softly.

"Oh that's evil," Hermione said quietly. "And so Slytherin."

"Well," Skye shrugged. "They are Slytherin's."

A piece of parchment landed on Skye's desk. She unravelled it quickly and was not surprised to see that it was from Draco.

What's so funny? I've been watching you and you look adorable when you laugh. What do you say to meeting me quickly before next class? I've barely seen you lately.

D

Skye grabbed a quill and quickly wrote a response.

Nothing that would amuse you too. I would love to, but I have Defence next. Neither of us can afford to be late to Remus' class again.

S

Skye glanced at the front of the room to check that the teacher wasn't watching and chucked the parchment back at Draco. A few minutes past before the parchment arrived at her desk again.

Seriously? Like it'll matter. Come on–I'll make it worth your while. Promise.

Skye rolled her eyes and wrote back.

I'm not getting in trouble. Anyone else teaching and I'd consider it. Sorry.

The parchment came back quicker this time.

Whatever. What's going on with you anyway? We've barely seen each other at all. Is something bothering you?

Skye grinned once she had read the note; so Draco had noticed something was up. Time to make him sweat.

There's nothing up; I've just had a lot of stuff to talk about with my friends. Should I be worried about anything?

She chucked it at Draco. A long time past before the parchment landed back on her desk.

Of course not. What made you think that? I just wanted to spend some time with you; Friday night was fun. We should do it again sometime...

Skye bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Let Draco get her piss drunk again? Not likely.

Was it fun? My memory's a bit hazy about that night. I didn't realise that we drank so much. Thanks for the potion by the way–was your head as bad as mine?

The note didn't take long before it once again appeared on Skye's desk.

Course it was!

Ha, Skye thought. Liar.

Anyway, I should start listening now–this could be on our exam. Love you.

Ah, he was getting nervous. He didn't want to answer any more questions about Friday. Interesting. Skye noted that down for later use before deciding to listen to what the Professor was talking about.

Bored, Skye started to doodle on her blank parchment. She could always get the notes she needed from Hermione later. Hermione always had the most perfect notes. They were often an exact transcript of the lesson. It was scary. But that wasn't all. Hermione would often go through her notes, making notes of the most important points. So, all in all, her notes where actually notes of notes.

Hermione would, however, make Skye beg pathetically for hours. Skye would, of course, grovel until Hermione finally gave in. Secretly, Skye suspected that Hermione was very proud of her notes and actually wanted to show them off, she just didn't want to appear stuck up. Either way, without Hermione's notes, Skye would have failed more than one exam.

After class, Skye headed down the corridor with Hermione to their next class.

"SKYE!" Draco called after her. "Oi Skye, wait for me."

Sighing, Skye obliged.

"Hey," Draco said, when he finally managed to push through the crowds of students.

"Hey yourself," Skye said, kissing his cheek quickly.

Draco made an irritated sound in the back of his throat and Skye raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked.

Draco hesitated, began to shake his head, and then changed his mind.

"Yes," he snapped. "Why the fuck won't you kiss me?"

"I do kiss you," Skye said, avoiding his eyes. "I just did."

"Properly," Draco snarled.

"Oh I'm sorry," Skye said sarcastically. "I didn't realise that the fact I haven't been throwing myself at you every time I see you offends you so greatly."

Draco ground his teeth together.

"That's not it," he said, struggling to stay calm.

"Well then what is?"

"The fact that since we went out on Friday you've barley spoken to me or done anything that lets me know that you know we're actually going out," Draco explained, in a low, angry tone. "Since Friday Skye."

"Oh," Skye smiled mockingly at him. "You mean since you got me completely and unknowingly drunk? Since that Friday?"

Draco gulped audibly; his anger evaporated. It was now his turn to avoid Skye's eyes.

"Oh, nothing to say to that?" Skye asked scathingly. "Not snappy comeback?"

"It was Blaise's idea," Draco said, staring at Skye defiantly.

"So that makes it all better?" Skye asked. "The fact that you didn't even try to stop it?"

"Okay so I lied," Draco admitted. "It was my idea too. But I seriously didn't think you'd get all worked up over it!"

"Look, Draco," Skye ran a hand through her hair distractedly. "We have a class to get to. Can we talk about this later?"

"Fine," Draco said, sounding frustrated. "But we're talking after class ends today no matter what."

"Sure," Skye agreed.

They walked into class, once again taking seats on opposite sides of the room. But for the first time that day, Skye hated the distance. And, although she would never admit it, she was scared. Scared that they wouldn't be able to fix things, scared that he would walk away and never come back.

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