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The entire lesson I spent completely distracted by Harry. I could not take my thoughts off him, constantly looking up from my notes to notice his eyes staring back.
Apparently, I was not the only one distracted.
"You two are sitting together in Charms," Hermione said irritably as we left the classroom. "I could barely concentrate with both of you stealing glances at one another across my desk!"
"Sorry, Mione," I said vaguely, focusing more on mine and Harry's entwined hands.
Hermione sighed, but when I glanced at her, I noticed the corners of her mouth twitch into a secret smile.
In Charms we did sit together. And it was perhaps one of the best lessons of my Hogwarts life. Flitwick instructed us to break into pairs and revise the spells from previous lessons, and so Harry and I spent the lesson experimenting with a variety of unique spells.
However, it soon became a sort of battle.
"Cantis," I cried, chuckling as Harry uncontrollably burst out into song.
"What is happening to me," he sang, not quite hitting the high notes and earning amused glances from our peers close enough to witness the exchange.
"You, think it's funny?" Harry sang. "Rictumsempra!"
Suddenly I felt an odd sensation run through my body and my small chuckles turned into fits of hysterical laughter as I became a victim to the classic tickling spell.
"You are so dead!" I laughed, pointing my wand at Harry. "Rictumsempra!"
I knew Harry could've blocked me if he'd tried, but he was laughing too hard at my reaction to his spell to notice until it was too late. Very soon, we were both falling out of our chairs, roaring with laughter.
We had to stay in at the end of class so that Flitwick could return us both back to our normal states, making us promise to stick to the spells we'd covered in class recently. Despite his words, I still had zero regrets and was in a great mood as we made our way down to the Great Hall for lunch.
When we got there, I noticed Neville already sitting at the table with Seamus and Dean, the latter two were chatting together while Neville sat to the side, eating his food in silence. For some reason, even though Neville had been in my other classes, I was only now realising I'd really missed my best friend.
"I'll catch you later?" I said to Harry.
"I thought we'd have lunch together?"
"We'll have dinner together – promise."
"But—"
"Thanks, Harry, I'll meet you in the Entrance Hall, and we'll walk down to Potions." Without waiting for an answer, I walked over to the three boys.
"Hey guys," I grinned. "Can I join you?"
"Sure," Seamus said before returning to whatever he and Dean were talking about.
"Neville, I'm so sorry," I said, slipping into the seat beside him. "I've been horrible to you, and I don't blame you if you want nothing to do with me anymore..."
Neville looked up at me. "I don't want nothing to do with you, Lean. I just want to be your friend."
"You always have been," I said. "It was me who wasn't being a friend."
"Don't say that–"
"No, it's true. I was dodging your questions by dodging you."
"I was being nosy—"
"You were being considerate and have nothing to apologise for. So please, can you accept my apology?"
Neville nodded. "Of course, Lean."
"Great," I grinned. "Because I have some things I need to tell you..."
By the end of lunch, I had told Neville everything that had happened last night, from when I left the Three Broomsticks to when Harry told me he liked me in the Gryffindor common room.
"I can't believe it... you and Harry..."
"Well, it's not that crazy, is it?" I said, feeling slightly defensive, as we waited by the entrance to the Great Hall for the other three.
"Not at all. In fact, it explains why you've been acting so weird around him recently. It's because you looovvveee him."
"Hold up, who said anything about love?"
"Not love, looovvveee..."
"Cut it out, Neville, I'm serious."
"Right, seriously in looovvveee..."
At my deadly glare, Neville instantly broke out in laughter.
But before I could do more than roll my eyes, I heard Harry shout my last name, followed by "piss off". Confused, I turned around, realising only then, I wasn't the 'Malfoy' he was addressing.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you a thing called 'manners', Potter?" Draco smirked.
"Didn't anyone teach you not to be a git."
"What's going on?" I said loudly, interrupting the two boys by stepping between them.
"Potter has gotten himself a girlfriend," Draco smirked. "But he won't tell me who."
"How is that any of your concern?" I demanded.
"If Potter wanted privacy, he shouldn't have been talking so loudly. So come on, give me the name of the whore desperate enough to want you."
Harry fumed. "Watch your mouth, Malfoy—"
"Harry," I warned, noticing his hand hovering over his wand pocket. "Harry, let me handle this." I stepped forward without breaking eye contact with Draco and said; "Leaena Malfoy."
Draco scoffed. "Yeah right, come on Leaena, tell me who Potter's girlfriend is."
"I just did," I replied bitterly. "That's right, that 'desperate whore' is your sister, Draco." Then, as if to prove my point, I turned to face Harry, stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his. The kiss lasted less than a second, but it was enough to turn Draco red with fury.
"Hands off my sister Potter, or you are so going to regret it," he snarled venomously. Then, he turned his glare to me. "And you, I thought you'd have more sense than to go snogging the enemy."
"The enemy?" I repeated with a snort. "Is that really how you see us Gryffindors."
"I wasn't talking about Houses," he snarled, before directing his next words at Harry. "I don't get it, Potter. You claim to dislike me, and then you go ahead and date my twin."
"Lean is nothing like you."
"Really? Same appearance, same birthday, same family, same upbringing. The only difference is that mother and father actually like me—"
Before I knew what I was doing, I had my wand out and pointed inches away from Draco's throat.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Harry struggling against Hermione and Ron, who had clearly seized his arms when he attempted to lash out. While I was grateful for my boyfriend's immediate reaction to be to defend me, I was also relieved his friends had enough sense to hold him back. The last thing Harry needed was another detention.
"Are you going to curse me?" Draco said, his tone amazingly calm, despite the fact that my wand was literally touching his neck.
Yes, I wanted to say. But I knew whatever joy I would feel after cursing my brother, would not be worth the punishment that was sure to follow. I mean, we were standing in the Great Hall. It was a miracle no teacher had come to separate us yet.
Regardless, I still needed Neville's words, reminding me of what I already knew, to force me to lower my wand and turn back around to face my friends.
Behind me, I heard Draco let out a small laugh. "That's right, Leaena, listen to Longbottom. After all, there's nothing else he could do to help, being such a useless, fat minger.*"
I froze. First my boyfriend, now Neville?
Without warning, I whipped around and threw myself at Draco, wrestling him to the ground. As my fist slammed into his face, all I wanted – needed – was for him to feel my anger and hatred. I wanted him to feel pain, and I wanted to be the cause of it.
Oblivious to everything around me, I didn't stop. Not even when someone pulled me off him. I just kept hitting and kicking, even when my hands and feet flew through empty space.
"Lean," Harry whispered urgently. "Lean, you have to calm down. McGonagall –"
"I don't care!" I yelled. "Give me detention – give me a hundred detentions – I don't care! Just let me go – let me finish what I started—!"
But Harry just gripped me tighter.
"Sorry, Lean," he whispered into my ear.
"No!" I screamed. "I don't care! I don't care! I don't..."
"LEAENA MALFOY!" McGonagall shouted. "MY OFFICE. NOW!"
*Minger is British slang for an unattractive or unpleasant person or thing.