"Shut up right now." He says, covering my mouth with his hand.
For a moment we both stare at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
My body is frozen against the wall. All I can focus on is Draco's minty breath that dances across my face.
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"There's no way I'm going to divination first period." Daphne says as she uses her fork to manoeuvre some fruit around her plate. "I can't understand what Trelawney's waffling on about at the best of times, never mind at 8am."
"Why the fuck did you choose it then?" Blaise asks her through mouthfuls of buttered toast.
Daphne shrugs her shoulders, "I thought it would be easy."
I zone out of the conversation and turn my attention to the door. Draco still hasn't showed up. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised; Draco's emotive confession last night was extremely out of character and the whole ordeal had probably sent his clinical heart into overdrive.
"Fran!" Daphne practically screams directly into my eardrum, causing me to clamp my hand against the effected ear.
"Good Godrick, Daph! What?"
"I asked you what you have first." She says. I see her eyes suddenly shift to the entrance of the Great Hall and flicker back to me. I think we know what that means.
"Uh.. I've got a free period." I reply, allowing my eyes to follow hers. Sure enough, Draco is waltzing into the hall. Somehow even his walk is hot.
"What the fuck do you two want?" Draco spits as he approaches the table. I feel myself inhale sharply at his words. Maybe he's just in a bad mood, I tell myself.
"Good morning to you too, Draco. Did you sleep ok?" I ask, ignoring his foul mood.
"Wouldn't you like to know." He rolls his eyes at Théo, who is giving him a puzzled look, and begins to grab at food laid across the table.
"Well, actually I would. That's why I asked."
Draco completely ignores me and turns his whole body in the opposite direction to discuss potions with Blaise.
"What's all that about?" Daph whispers to me.
"I-I'm not quite sure." I can feel the anger beginning to boil up inside of me. How dare he say all that shit to me last night and not follow up on it. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. As Daphne always says, girls think with their brains while guys think with their dicks. Clearly that whole 'I'm tired of pretending' bullshit was simply a ploy to get something out of me. The thing I hate most is that it worked. I had fallen for it. And to think for a moment I believed Draco wasn't a complete asshole.
"Right, on that note Fran and I are gonna head to the library, see you guys later." Daphne says, taking my arm in hers and half-dragging me out the hall.
