Sorry. Writers block. 'Nuff said. I wanted to get more done before NaNoWriMo though.
I woke up at 5:30 in the morning, groggy and irritated, but decided going back to sleep was a lost cause. Besides, today was the second Friday of our Movie Nights, and I was hoping the whole "No Student Clubs" rule wouldn't be a problem for us. Which was a pretty foolish hope, as it was causing major difficulties already for DA. I got ready silently. Look on the bright side, I thought. Now I can sit and read or something before breakfast.
I was sitting in the common room brushing my hair when Ginny's soft footsteps approached. She was still in her pajamas, and just a few people were getting up to go to the bathroom. She sat down next to me, smiling slightly. Such a morning person.
"So, Movie Night, huh? Are we going to watch those princess movies?" she said quietly.
"Yeah, we are. I've been thinking about changing the room to make it a little more comfortable."
"Like with pillows and blankets and sleeping bags?"
"Oh, uh, sure, that'd do it. Ugh, but guess who Draco's inviting? Pansy!" she made a disgusted face, then looked at me with wide, hopeful eyes.
"Oh, Blaise is coming again, right?" I smiled.
"Of course. And you two can sit in the back and hold hands, if you want," I teased. She smiled and blushed. Harry and Ron came down the stairs, looking grumpy.
"Are we going to watch those things again?" Ron asked. "Because I've decided that it's not worth my time to watch people speaking a language I don't understand."
"I know, remember, not all movies are like that! Just Shakespeare! Cinderella talks normal. Give it a chance and if you don't like it, you can leave."
"Well, I don't think I'm gonna leave you alone with that ferret."
"I'll be there!" Harry piped up.
"Why the hell are we doing this anyway? I thought the whole idea was to show Malfoy the Romeo thing, and we did that!" Ron huffed.
"But, Ron, we had so much fun!" Ginny tried. "And, this could be a good thing for the war. Maybe we can turn them over to our side or something!"
"Join me, Luke, and together, we can rule the galaxy . . ." I said in a deep voice. Harry giggled. (Sorry I been watching Star Wars all week) "Oooh, Holli's texting me!"
R u up yet? I can't figure out if the time difference makes you earlier or us . . .
'You're earlier. Anyway what?'
Solve: 9x-7i3(3x-7u)
'i3u. Aw!'
Crazy math teacher. Had to share with brainiest friend. Anyway what r u doin?
'Getting ready for class. U?'
Nothing. Do you play sports at your school?
'Yeah, Harry's on the house soccer team.'
"What's soccer?" Ron asked, making me jump.
"Uh, it's a muggle sport. Mostly you just kick a ball back and forth and try to get it into the goal . . . anyway, it's the best I could come up with."
What position?
'I don't know, do I look like I understand the mechanics of soccer?'
"Hey, you should start getting ready, class starts soon . . ." I suggested. Harry and Ginny left, but Ron lingered.
"Remember when you promised this wouldn't be a regular thing?" Ron growled.
"Vaguely. But it was Blaise's idea! I think . . . Come on, Ron!" I sidled up next to him, a little guilty, but decided flirting might be the only way, and it was for the best. I place my arm around his shoulder and looked in his eyes, pouting. "It wouldn't be the same without you, I don't know why Draco wants to come . . . pleeeeease?" His lips twitched a little, and he turned away to hide his small smile.
"Okay, but he better . . . keep his hands to himself." I smiled and hugged him.
"Now go get dressed, Snape would have a cow if you showed up to class in your PJs."
"A cow? What does that mean?"
"I don't know, but it's bad."
I sat cross-legged on the couch and opened my book, but I didn't read it. Malfoy is in our first class, potions. I was starting to feel certain feelings called limerence, which I had researched to be a behavior in which I will do many things just to associate with a certain person. Basically the scientific definition of Fangirl. So, what could I do? I could, go to class early and sit next to where he usually sits . . . or I could go late, in case he decides to sit somewhere else because I'm there, but what if I'm too late and there's no space for me? I could ask him to skip again . . . no no no never.
I thought this over, smiling a little to myself and enjoying the fluttering of excitement in my stomach, when I had the perfect opportunity. It would be a long-shot, but I would go for it!
Professor Snape had a box with Slytherins' names in it. It was a punishment for talking too much yesterday. Each Gryffindor had to pick a name, who would be our lab partner. I focused my energy, unsure that it would work; I had only practiced my wandless-magic once without Draco. Besides, I didn't know how to single out a paper with a specific name on it.
I put my hand in, thinking 'Draco Malfoy' in my head. I pinched one between my fingers, but another one pressed fiercely into my palm, so I took that one instead.
Draco Malfoy
I smiled in triumph, and moved to sit next to him. "What do you know? I guess it's you and I."
"You cheated, didn't you? You used your wandless magic!" he hissed playfully. I shrugged. "Good job, I guess."
I laughed a little. "Ugh, this potion looks hard . . ."
"Oh, come on, we've got the two highest grades in the class. We can figure this out . . ." he encouraged, but he looked at the instructions uncertainly. I looked up to see Ron and Crabbe sitting in front of us. Crabbe turned around and looked at Draco.
"I don't get any of this, you'll help me, right?" he hissed.
"Weasel's your partner, make him help," Draco smirked. Crabbe looked at Ron pitifully.
"Don't worry, Crabbe, Ron'll be asking me for help if you need it," I whispered loudly enough for Ron to hear. He looked over at me and scowled, before Snape called for us to get started.