Unrevealed

You're Harry Potter?

In today's class we had to make the potion Draught of Living Death. Doesn't sound too good to me.

"Okay class, grab your ingredients" Snape howled

Draco looked like he knew what he was doing and I was kind of sitting awkwardly next to him, I didn't know what to do. I opened up a green liquid I saw on one of the shelfs and began to smell it, until someone stopped me. Someone placed their hand on my shoulder and said

"No no silly, not that one"

I turned around and it was a rather striking boy with a large pair of round classes. The glasses really brought out his cheekbones somehow. He has shiny brown hair, from rich caramels to the deep earthy hues, and he had eyes that were softly woven with a chorus of green threads. And I noticed next to him was a girl, her hair was a lovely whisky, the color of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. In those brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. And she was smiling at me, her smile shined like the stars in the sky, with no bright city lights to dim them.

"Oh I'm sorry I'm-" I stuttered back

"The new girl, we know" the boy giggled, interrupting me

"Yes I am... my name is Y/N" I spoke back

"And my name is Hermione Granger" the brunette girl took a step towards me and raised her hand to my face. I stood up and clasped at her hand and we began to shake with glistens in both our eyes. And then the boy stepped forward.

"I'm Harry Potter"

I fell back into the table in shock.

"Harry Potter? You? You're Harry Potter"

"Yes I didn't know I was famous" he sniggered to me.

"I'm sorry, I have to go" I said while running out the class room. My hands ran through my hair, scratching at my scalp. That was Harry Potter? I took deep breathes up until i heard the class room door swing open.

"Oi, Reine" I heard the voice behind me call.

"We're partners, so you kind of have to be helping in some way"

I turned my face 90 degrees towards the murmurs and saw a figure in my vision. It was Draco Malfoy. He's right side of his body was leant on the wall with his feet crossed, and a green apple in his left hand, tossing it up and down. His right hand was deep in his pocket.
I now faced him, with mascara running down my face.

"Wow, you took one look at Potter and cried. Always told him he was fucking ugly" he spat

Draco was so very intimidating but for some reason I wanted comfort from him.

He came over to me and brushed my hair out of my face. He placed his thumb in his mouth, closed his lips around it and pulled it out, leaving his saliva on it. He then reached out to my face and started gently scrapping the black marks off of my cheeks, with his thumb damping my face. I didn't know where to look. His face was so close to mine, his nose was grinding across my upper lip. And his hot, flaming breathe, made me melt. I just wanted him to grab my face and kiss me and-

"Hurry up" Draco shouted across the corridor.

None of that happened. I was still alone with my bare knees on the cold flooring and Draco watching me from afar. No where near me.

"I'm sorry I'm just having a hard time right now" I whispered back.

"I can't hear you" he yelled at me.

He signed in annoyance. And stormed over towards me. He hovered over me with his shins at my eyes. He slowed opened his legs and squatted down next to me. He tilted his head and looked deep into my eyes.

"Repeat what you said Reine" he insisted.

"I erm- I said- I'm having a hard time right now..."

"Why?" He asked.

I didn't want to get into it. I hardly knew him and I wasn't about to tell me my whole life story. I just sat in silence.

"You either tell me, or you stop crying and get back into that fucking class room"

That ran shivers across my whole body. He stood back up. Cross his arms and bit a huge chunk out of his green apple. It looked like he was counting.

"Get the fuck up"

I jumped up to my feet. And started wiping away my salty tears. I was ready to follow him back into the class room but he was still staring at me with a smirk. The silence was deafening. My eyes kept going from right to left looking at the walls around me. I couldn't look at him in the eye. Or anywhere on him for that matter.

"Why can't you look at me" he asked.

I was still staring at the wall to my left, biting the inside of my cheek. And that's when he jerked over to where I was looking, and there he was.

With a giant smile on his face.

I didn't want to look at him because I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop.

His prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. His soft sharp lips were very attractive and captivating. I wanted to touch it but I decided not to do so. He stood there in the aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor. He wore a white high neck collared shirt with a dark emerald green tie tucked into his dark black belt. But I couldn't look at that, that would of been inappropriate.

"Come on then darling" he whispered "I can't carry on in this class without my partner"