Okay so I know it's short but I'm dreading writing what happens after this because what happens next is VERY important. I promise the next one will be packed with god stuff (like some new information on Olivia, and some one on one time between Olivia and Draco :)
After class I did my best to avoid Draco, who just so happened to be annoyingly following me and Neville.
"I can't wait till we get to work with poisonous tantacular plants…" Neville beamed, but I wasn't paying attention to him, I was too focused on the heavy footsteps that I heard getting closer and closer to us.
"Olivia?" Neville snapped his fingers in front of my face to try and get my attention. "Are you even listening to me?"
"What? Oh right, poisonous tantacular, I was listening." I lied smoothly.
"Alright, well I heard that if you…" he started talking again but my focus slowly drifted back to the not so subtle steps behind me. The sound just would not fade. Even as we were heading up towards the Gryffindor tower the noise still followed. I just couldn't take the annoyance any longer. I stopped; then the noise stopped mere seconds after me.
"Is everything alright?" Neville asked, his concern growing.
"Yes everything's fine. I just remembered that I'm supposed to meet Dumbledore, so I'll catch up with you later." He stilled looked worried, actually now that I think about it he looked even more worried than before.
"But how am I supposed to get into the common room?" he mumbled embarrassed.
"Forgotten the password again, Longbottum. You are famous for your forgetfulness." I turned to see the malicious smirk on Draco's face.
'No, I remembered it fine last year." Neville plucked up the courage to stand up for himself, but by the look on his face I could tell he immediately regretted doing so.
"Then what happened." Draco smiled wolfishly.
"I forgot it again." He mumbled defeated.
"I'm sorry what did you say? You forgot it?" Draco snickered at the awkward young man.
"Leave Neville alone Draco" I defended my friend.
"It's alright Olivia; I'll figure it out myself. See you later." He fled the scene frightened by Draco's twatness (Is that a word? No? Well fuck it, it is now.)
"Finally. I thought he'd never leave." He sighed relieved once Neville was gone.
"Draco for once in your life could you not be a complete and utter twat? What did Neville ever do to you, to deserve such treatment." I pushed past him and made my way towards Dumbledore's office.
"He's a Gryffindor and he's painfully awkward, what more reason do I need." He said jokingly. I was not amused.
"Nice Draco, oh and FYI bashing my friends is making the Room Of Requirement number one on my list of places never to visit." I said harshly. Draco laughed loudly, but stopped once he saw the serious look on my face.
"You're being serious? You consider Longbottum to be your friend?" he asked surprised.
"Yes, why is that such a shock to you?" I questioned.
"Why would anyone want to be friends with Longbottum, especially a girl like you?" I had sped up my pace to try and get away from him but his statement had left me curious and pissed off to no end. I whipped around causing him to collide with me. He fell to the floor unexpectedly , while I was able to steady myself ( I had gotten so much practice with falling that I got really good at catching myself.)
"What do you mean a girl like me?" I asked in a slightly rude manner.
"You're not going to say sorry?" he complained while picking himself up off the floor.
"Answer the question Draco." I demanded.
"Fine, a girl who's attractive and witty and also-" he stopped himself I could tell by the look on his face that he hadn't meant to let those word slip out.
So I did what anyone would do after someone spills embarrassing information in from of them. I started to mess with him.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch the end of that, would you care to finish that statement Mr. Malfoy?" I chuckled.
"I regret starting it." He spat venomously. I just laughed victoriously, then went back to making my way to Dumbledore's office.
"Where are you going?" he asked still a bit peeved.
"Didn't you hear me earlier? I'm going to talk to Dumbledore." He got a strange look on his face when I said Dumbledore's name. A look of what seemed to be sadness, and I wasn't sure why.
"Oh… I thought you were just lying to get rid of Longbottum."
"Well I wasn't, so if you'll excuse me I have an elderly headmaster to chat with." The look of sadness and pain resurfaced and even though its origin was a mystery to me I still felt the overwhelming need to comfort him, and I felt guilty for being so hard on him throughout our conversations that day. So I lightened my tone and put on a smile, for his sake.
"Why do you need to talk to him?" he questioned as if he were actually interested in what I was up too.
"I'd rather not say." I put it simply.
"Is it about my little outburst in hebology? Come on Olivia don't switch out just because I can't control my temper." He was dancing on the thin line between asking me and begging me. Which threw me for a loop. For the first time ever it seemed as if he care about what I did.
"Draco while it is nice that you've admitted that you have an anger problem I can assure you that this has nothing to do with you." I half lied some (okay maybe a lot) of it had to do with him.
"Alright then." He practically whispered. I could tell he was not fully convinced by my words. "Are we still meeting tonight?" he asked while fidgeting with his sleeve.
"Unless Dumbledore holds me past 6, but other than that I don't see a reason to cancel, well besides your ability to become an asshole at the drop of a hat, but I think I can let that slide for now." I poked fun at him once again to show that we were on better terms then the night before.
He laughed lowly alongside me. "Alright, I'll see you then." He bid me farewell with an awkward smile and a friendly wave before heading in the opposite direction.
"See you." I replied nervously about what was to come later that night. I hoped it would be nothing like the night before. I shook the nerves that Draco had given me off, only to have a new set of nerves attach themselves to my body, but there ones weren't from the attractive slytherin (calm yourself, we all know you don't have to like him to like his face… and dat ass.) they were from dear old Dumbledore.
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