five hours with draco malfoy;

Part three

WHEN SHE FINALLY REACHED the tower, she looked around with her eyes and then saw him, although she was surprised to see that Buttons was not alone.

"Little devil, here you are." She said as she started walking decisively towards Draco and the cat.

Draco was so distracted watching and caressing the cat that, until he heard Annelisse's voice echoing through the tower, he did not realize that he was not alone. Quickly, he scrambled to his feet and, once more, put on that cuirass that weighed so heavily. He frowned suspiciously as he watched the girl approach him.

He watched her, giving her a quick glance. He did not remember ever seeing that girl at Hogwarts and was confused by it. Draco even thought that maybe the girl was new.

He looked at the dark-haired girl for a few more seconds as she finished approaching him. Then, Draco finished getting firm and serious.

Annelisse bent down to take Buttons in her arms and while she rocked a little, raised her face to that boy. She knew who he was, everyone knew the famous Draco Malfoy, even if she was from a previous year. She knew of his reputation, his friendships, and how unpresentable he could sometimes become with others. Still, Annelisse never wanted to judge him, she always believed in the good side of people.

"Thank you." She almost whispered and then smiled at him.

"You should be more careful with that furball of yours." Draco snapped. He did not think too much about it, that is how he used to be. He did not think about things before saying them, causing others to constantly be offended by his comments.

She, on the other hand, hearing those words could not help but frown, annoyed by that comment. No one could mess with her pet except her-and maybe her brothers "It wasn't my fault. He ran away and came all the way here." Annelisse replied in the same tone.

"Yeah, well, if you were a better owner maybe he wouldn't have escaped you."

"Why so rude, Malfoy?" She frowned even more, shooting him an uneasy look. Draco raised both eyebrows as soon as he heard his last name slip from her lips. He did not understand how it was possible that the girl in front of him knew his name.

"Because I can, idiot. Next time lock up that furball and he won't get away." His face wrinkled with his words, showing an expression of displeasure "And now, get out. I was fine here alone until you arrived. I don't want to see you and your stupid cat around here."

Annelisse's mouth fell open in an 'O'. She had heard that Draco Malfoy was arrogant and somewhat obnoxious, but she had never spoken to him neither he had never spoken to her until now and he had been a complete idiot, as usual.

"I wouldn't want to stay with someone as disgusting as you either." She answered him, noticing the annoyance in the tone of her voice. Annelisse snorted and turned to leave.

With those words, Draco felt a small twinge in his chest. He was used to being told things like that, but for some unknown reason, that girl's had affected him.

Annelisse made her way down the long stairs of the tower with a bit of a rush on account of her nerves. She felt somewhat hurt by those words, no one had never spoken to her in that way. Everyone around her was good to her, treated her wonderfully.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and with it, the Astronomy classroom. She walked through it as she patted Buttons and snuggled him into her arms.

"Come on, Buttons," she sighed "there are people who don't know how to behave." Said without really knowing who, herself or her cat. When she reached the door, reached for the knob carefully, still holding Buttons in her arms and tried to open it.

She tried, over and over. She looked at the door confused, not quite understanding what was happening, because, who was going to close the door of the Astronomy classroom? Annelisse thought and the truth, it did not make sense.

After several attempts, she decided to put Buttons carefully on the floor to try one more time with both hands. Annelisse was pulling and pulling and there was no way so she finally snorted at her futile attempt. Remembering it, she looked for her wand to try to open it with some spell. Hopefully, an Alohomora would suffice.

She fingered her front pockets and widened her eyes not noticing anything in them, tested on the back pockets and found nothing either. She checked in the lower part of her pants, where she sometimes hid it and was not there. Shit, she cursed to herself, Annelisse had not brought the wand with her. In the rush and the mad chase of her cat, she had not taken the wand from her room, thus remembering that she had left it on her bed next to her suitcase. She cursed herself once more.

She snorted herself, giving up. She watched the door while she thought about the situation. She was locked in the Astronomy classroom and she could not get out. Annelisse moved slowly around the place, thinking of something, some solution.

Then, she thought of Draco. If he had his wand, he could open the door and she could get out of there. The idea of ​​having to ask him for something was not amusing after seeing how he had treated her, but it was the only thing she could do to get out of there.

With some uncertainty, she went back up the stairs that led to the top of the tower.

Meanwhile, Draco had leaned back on the railing and was once again observing that landscape after his little encounter with that mysterious girl. Her words echoed in his head, especially one in particular; disgusting.

He kept thinking about it, asking to himself if he really was this disgusting towards the rest, if this is how people see him. That girl had made him think of something that no one had ever achieved and he snorted with some burden and concern about that.

After several minutes, he decided to go downstairs again and go back to his room. He had thought of spending the day locked in his room reading, where no one would bother him, putting all those questions and thoughts about that comment out of his head. He got to his feet, turned around and began to walk at a leisurely pace toward the stairs. Just reaching them, he could not help but bump into someone, who almost fell into his arms.