His Meadow

Chapter 2

 the way he walks is so mesmerizing. He takes each step with a purpose, always so sure of what to do. I was never that way-and maybe that's why I loved him so strongly.

I woke up with my face on the floor, from Pansy pushing me. "We have to go to breakfast, and you have got to pull yourself together. We represent the most distinguished house in Hogwarts, and it's my duty as your new found friend to keep you looking your best."

I barely heard a word she said as I peeled my face off the wooden floor and opened my chest full of new school clothes. My mother had made sure I wasn't without, and had purchased me an array of dress shirts, robes, tights, and skirts along with winter attire. I let Pansy swoon over the new clothes and pick what she thought was best. After all, this was my first day and I have no idea how to style a robe.

I gathered myself in the bathroom and began to curl my hair. Although I stood there listening to Pansy's advice, my mind was still in the common room from the night before, thinking about the boy. He had stark white hair, and just as fair skin. His skin reminded me of mine except his cheeks were the kind of splotchy red you only get from standing outside in the cold. And his eyes! I've never seen anybody with truly grey eyes before. I had been staring at the way his body sat in the chair, almost like it was made for him. Then he caught me. Truthfully, I didn't even realize I had been staring for so long until he gave me the most disgusted look I've ever seen.

"What are you staring at, mud blood?"

I had two reactions when he said this. One, I am most certainly not a mud blood, and secondly, the embarrassment of being caught staring at a boy washed over me in a red hue that appeared across my face. But before I could answer his backhanded question Pansy Parkinson felt she should join the tense encounter.

"Leave her alone Malfoy, she's just looking at your jaw line."

This was worse than the embarrassment of him catching me staring because she was right. I was staring at the contours of his face before he questioned me. Pansy saw how flustered I was becoming and started laughing, apologizing in between gasps for air and giggles. She seemed to lighten the mood and made me laugh, but the boy wasn't having it.

"Ugh, try and control yourselves. Being easy isn't a good thing," he said before stalking off. I was caught off guard by this comment, not sure how my innocent gaze could mean anything more to him. Pansy saw my reaction as I processed the thought and she quickly reassured me. "Thats just Draco Malfoy for you, always thinks everybody wants him and somehow also always has a stick up his ass."

"Draco Malfoy" I repeated. How was I ever going to get him out of my head. 

Pansy brought me out of my memory with a shove in the shoulder. "Hurry! We are going to be late, and I have a surprise for you in the Great Hall if you're quick enough." I love surprises so I quickly got dressed in the black skirt, white shirt with a green tie and pulled up grey knee-high socks Pansy had left on the bed. I grabbed a robe hanging on the bed post as she practically pulled me down the common room stairs.

We enter the Great Hall, and she leads me over to the Slytherin table. I didn't realize it at first, but the closer we got to the table the closer she was pulling me towards Draco Malfoy. He also saw what Pansy was trying to do and looked away, annoyed. Pansy mouthed "Ta da" to me before sitting next to Draco. I sat across from him.

"Good morning," I said to him in an attempt to make amends for the night before. "yeah, not anymore" he squawked. 

"Ohh, don't be that way to our new friend Draco. Remember your manners we've worked so hard to learn," Pansy cooed while playing with his hair. Draco swatted her hand away. "Whatever. Just keep you and your fan club away from me. Besides, I'll find you when I need you." He got up and sulked out of the Great Hall.

"THAT, was your surprise? It was terrible. He really doesn't like you, and apparently me neither."

"Oh, he likes me at night. But seriously Emmaline are you blind? Draco has an eye for you I can tell. He's just a callous bastard who can't get over himself to tell you." Pansy got up and left the Hall after that, leaving me in shock at her revelations about the boy who had called me a mudblood, easy, and a fan all in less than 24 hours.

But a small part of me hoped she was right because as hard as I tried, I could not stop thinking about Draco Malfoy.