Chapter Three: The More the Merrier
"It's not like she even cares mate, you're not her type."
"I could be, if I tried. We could..."
"Let it go Draco, it's not worth it..."
"But she is..."
I wake up with a start, my head is still throbbing and I can't figure out why. And to top things off, I've just had the strangest dream, about the Slytherin common room. And Blaise & Draco sitting there talking about some girl. It doesn't make any sense to me; I rub my head lightly and sit up. Glancing at the clock, I see that I slept passed my last two classes, and that it was dinner already. I walk into the bathroom, and pull my hair into a bun making myself presentable, and thinking of a list of excuses to explain to Snape why I missed "the most important class in the Wizarding world."
I walk downstairs, and into the Great Hall looking around, the rooms a bustle, with people talking, eating, and laughing. I make my way over to the Ravenclaw table, and sit next to Luna and a boy named Henry. He's telling some long story about how he once knew a squib that lived in his neighborhood and how he was sure the squib disease was contagious. I stopped listening somewhere around this part so I can't re-account the rest of it. My minds crazy with thoughts of my dream, and how very real it all felt. The way the wind blew through the deep green curtains, the way I could see every tiny detail in the brick walls, the way I could hear the discomfort in Draco's voice when he was pleading his case for the mystery girl. Speaking of which, who was the mystery girl? And since when did Draco care about people's feelings?
"Got a lot on your mind Cammy?"
I look up, at Henry's smiling at me, quite personally I hate the name Cammy, it's like he couldn't think of anything better to call me so he stuck me with the first piece of word vomit that came out of his mouth. I smile weakly and nod.
"Yeah, it's nothing really. Just doing some thinking."
"Thinking about my Christmas party I hope, you never told me whether or not you were coming."
I look up at Henry, he's staring at me expectantly, obviously expecting a yes, but to be quite honest I haven't the slightest idea where I even did with that invitation. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time Henry's invited me to something and I've declined. It's obvious he has stronger feelings for me than I have for him...I mean he's nice and all...just not my type. He's still waiting for an answer, so I look up with a smile.
"Uh, sure I'll be there, but do you mind if I bring a few friends?"
Henry grins obviously satisfied, "Sure, the more the merrier."