In Love With the Enemy

Draco turned to me.
"Listen, I got to tell you something, I've loved you since I saw you." He said.
My heart melt as I looked into the eyes of a clearly misunderstood teenage boy. I knew he had been dying to tell me this, because he was super pale. I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I backed away and grabbed his hand firmly.
"I love you."He said.
I am Kate Tucker, and I am in love with the enemy.


6. Potions

"Now, class, today we will be looking at different potions. Can anyone tell me what this concoction is?" Professor Slughorn asked the class, pointing to a cauldron on the table.

Please don't pick me

"Ms.?" Had he picked me. I looked up and everyone was looking at me. Darn!

"Oh, um, Kate Tucker, sir." I said,

"Do you know?" Slughorn asked.

"Amortentia, I think. A powerful love potion. It smells like whatever attracts the person." I said.

"Yes, very good. Would you mind sharing with the class what you can smell?" Slughorn inquired.

"Um, sure. I smell lilac, grapefruit, freshly washed laundry, and, um, Draco." I said, hesitatingly. Draco smirked and laughed. The whole class giggled. I went back to where I was standing.

"Sir? You haven't told us what is there." A girl said, pointing at a small vial filled with rusty gold liquid.

"Ah yes, Felix Felicis, more commonly known as liquid luck. And to each of you I offer something. Brew a perfect Draught of Living Death and thi potion is yours. Let the brewing commence!"

------1 Hour Later, Brewing is Complete------

"It's perfect!" Slughorn said, testing Harry's potion. Of course, the teachers pet would win. He gave harry the liquid luck and class was dismissed.

"So I attract you. How lovely Kate." I could hear Draco say. He came up and hugged me from behind.

"Yes, you do." I said back, kissing him. As we walked down the corridor I saw a flyer advertising Quidditch Tryouts for Gryffindor at 5:00 PM tonight.

"Oh, I have to go! I love Quidditch!" I squealed.

"Oh do you now?" Draco asked.

"Yes. You did too!" I said. I sounded way too happy.

"I know. I gave Potter a run for his money." He retorted. I laughed and gave him a punch in the chest. He laughed and tickled me.

"Stop! Stop!" I squealed. I was laughing uncontrollably.

"Ok. I'll take you to the Quidditch pitch tommorow." Draco promised me.

"Sounds good."

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