I run into the classroom and sit. I had the most terrible morning routine yet. Draco's goons tried to take, no drag me to Draco. I got scared and ran away by my reflexes. I was panting. I decided to try and take my mind off of it and bore myself to death in my potions notes. Asphodel.. Wolfsbane... Bezoar ... Lacewing flies.. sloth brain.. THIS IS TORTURE.
"Heard you ran away from Draco's goons." a familiar voice states i a tone of amusement.
"What are you doing here?" i ask, trying to keep my cool. I almost forgot about him.
"My class doesn't start till lunch. One of the perks of being a seventh year."
I look at him with my eyebrows raised.
"Well.. Yes, i ran from those idiots." i say, changing the subject.
"Why?" he leaned in, showing an increase of interest with furrowed brows.
I pondered and argued with myself for a moment, debatinf whether i should tell him or not. But i decided to tell him.
"Draco was trying to talk to me, of course he wanted his idiots to call me for him." i looked at my arms, they had bruises. The two had iron grips.
"Did they do this to you?" he was getting a little angry, which made me scared and giddy at the same time.
"I'm fine, Oliver" I reassure him.
"If he really is giving you a hard time, you can tell me." he says. I fight off the smile that tried to etch upon my face.
"I can't have someone fight my battles for me, Oliver. I am not an infant." i tell him
"Well, i don't have to do anything for you, I can be someone who can listen to you, and help you verbally, how does that sound?" he offers. I didn't even know i was looking at my feet until i turned my head and make our eyes meet. He was smiling really brightly.
"Alright." I pretend to give in. "Now shoo! I need to study" i make him go away so that I can unleash the butterfli-dragons in my stomach.
"I'll see you soon." he kisses me forehead and left. I waited for at least a minute or two of silence and then i threw my notebook upwards, my giddy-ness taking over.
"Can't shake off the fact that i wanted to talk with you? It would have been a little nicer to say no. Mind you, Crabbe and Goyle are sensitive." Draco smirks as he walks in with an apple in his hand.
"It would have been nicer if you just asked me to have a little talk with you, don't you think? It is also more human." i sneer, trying to annoy him, but he just smirks.
We did not talk anymore afterwards. Funny how it felt like hours, but nobody enters the classroom. Time stops when you're in a classroom alone early in the morning with the person you hate.
"What is taking them so bloody long?!" i complain to myself. He was just on the professor's chair, with his feet up on the desk.
"You're just lucky you're Snape's favorite student." i mumble
"He won't be going here. Not even in an hour, days, weeks. ... Months" he says
"I'm leaving then. I just wasted my morning!"
I open the door and walk out.
"OW! Bloody hell!" i couldn't leave, there was some invisible wall blocking the way out.
"Draco!" I yell. I start banging on the 'wall'
"Hello? Please! HELP!" I was in desperate need to go. I didn't want to stay here any longer
"Don't even bother, I hexed the room to make it soundproof." He smirks
"How is that even possible? We're third years foor Godric's sake!" I was really confused and tired.
"I have my ways. I just want to know why I can't get my mind off of you." he says simply and my stomach churns.
"I don't know Draco. If I knew how to brew a love potion I would've used it on Oli--" My eyes enlarge as I realized I almost told Draco who I fancied.
"Who?" his interest increased because he was only have listening.
"Nobody. Just forget what I said." I say slowly say so he won't think I'm lying, which I was anyway.
"I believe I can't just forget what you had just said." he says 'sweetly' in a 'smile'. I'll give him something to smile about..
"We're you talking about that quidditch freak?" He says, standing up quickly as his theory might be true.
"Of course not!"
"Oh it is!" he was clearly happy and amused by my torment.
"What was his last name again.." he pondered off. "Wood?" His lips curved into a bigger smile, which I didn't know was possible, seeing as his smile a few seconds ago was big enough, apparently not.
"Draco, no. He's a Gryffindor who won't be even here anymore next year." I explain softly
"You do fancy him. The thought of him leaving. It hurts doesn't it?"
"Why do you care, Malfoy?"
"I-Don't flatter yourself, Deviere. I was just trying to make you bonkers"
Then it was quiet again
"If you really want to know what's going on why don't you speak?" I asked angrily and impatiently
I got up from my chair and so did he, but he walked fast towards me, and kissed me.
Not like before, this kiss made me feel safe. But this is Draco. Draco Malfoy. Nobody ever feels safe around him.
"Look me in the eyes and tell me" he stops
"How did that kiss make you feel?"
My chest felt heavy. why would he ask me that? Can he actually read minds? The world may never know.