Charmolypi

Three

     " I can't believe Muggle Studies is our first class for the entire year," Arabella groans, shuffling her books around in her arms to distribute the weight. " It's not that bad," Hermione reassures, her having been raised in a muggle world. There's a rush beside the girls as the boys run to catch up with them. " Hey Ronnie, " Arabella smiles, looking towards him. A light blush comes over his flushed face, " Hey Bella." 

     " What took the two of you so long?" Hermione questions, turning to Harry. " We were talking... about things," Harry pauses mid sentence and looks over to Ron, " Yeah Uh-," Ron tries to finish Harry's statement, " Important things." The boys look at each other for a moment before laughing and looking in separate directions. Ron looked over to Arabella. He was a good bit taller than her so she didn't notice at first. Finally after feeling as if somebody was looking at her, she looked up and her eyes met with his. Ron has always admired how green Arabella's eyes were, even the smallest look brought a smile to his face. Ron had known for awhile now, how he felt about the girl. But with that he also knew that, for right now, the feeling wasn't mutual. A lot had happened to Arabella beginning her first year, and he knew she needed time before she was ever ready to figure out romantic feelings. He was ready to give her that time. Although, while Ron believed they weren't mutually in love, their eye contact always begged to differ. Anytime their eyes connected a smile would peak the corner if her lips, and for him, it felt as if time stopped. What more could he want? 

     " Take your seats, " Professor Burbage nudged as students filled the room. As usual, friends sat with friends. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Arabella all sat next to each other in one of the first rows of the room. Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle on the opposite side. The class slowly filled up, most familiar faces, some new. Arabella looked around the classroom, taking in all of the students she'd be studying with this year. Without realizing, she happened to look up in Draco's direction and their eyes met once more. She felt her heart drop as she got froze in a stare. The two could hear the murmurings of the teacher and other students in the background but they were to focused on each other to understand what anybody was saying. " Arabella, Focus!" Hermione fussed in a hush voice. Arabella pulls herself away from the stare but can't seem to get her mind off of Draco. " I tried to figure out what the best friend assignment would be. Something so you all could get to know each other better before we get to deep into the rest of your lessons, " the professor states, leaning back onto her desk, " Muggle poetry." The class gives a groan throughout the room, here and there. " Muggle poetry is the best way for you to better understand one another on a deeper level."

     Following the lesson, everybody had around 30 minutes to write a piece of poetry in whatever form they'd like. Despite the complaints at the beginning of the class, most students actually enjoyed the quiet writing time. " This is pathetic," Draco gravels under his breath, crumpling yet another piece of paper. " Time is up, class. Who'd like to present their piece first?" Student followed student presenting to the class. Most were good, some were great, and some were not-so good. Finally there were only three poems left to be shared. " Mister Weasley, how about you go next?" The professor offered Ron up, taking him off guard. He agreed and made his way to the front of the class. " I didn't know what to write about," He laughs awkwardly. The room is silent for a moment, Arabella watching contently as she waits for him to start. His eyes meet hers once more, calming his nerves and allowing him to start. 

     " Even after all this time, I will wait. Because I know where life will lead me. And I know you'll always be by my side. You know how to put up with my brothers, my sister is one of your best friends, you deal with me even when I'm being a bloody idiot, and my parents already consider you one of their own. How could we not be meant for each other? I guess only time will tell but I can only hope that when the time is right, you'll be here," Ron laughed awkwardly as he finished his poem. Arabella gives him a sweet smile, congratulating him silently. " Very well, Ron, very well. Arabella, why don't you join me up here and give the class a listen to your poem." Arabella nodded softly, grabbing her paper and walking towards the front of the class. She wasn't one to get nervous but for some reason she was. Perhaps it was because the very person her poem is about is sitting in that room, watching. And maybe it's because even after all this time, she wasn't ready to admit how she felt. " Whenever you're ready," The professor encourages. 

     " I am the type of person that holds onto things for far to long. I hold on far to tight for far to long to the point that it's almost impossible I let go. I used to think that holding on was worth the pain it brought, because at least then I was still holding onto something. There was one thing I told you when we were younger that I regret telling you now, because you held onto it. You used it against me. You know what I am afraid of most... and you use that against me," Arabella chocked as she said the last few words. " You're very talented, " Professor Burbage compliments, " Never have I read poetry so emotionally fueled. That's something you should be proud of. You may return to your seat." Arabella smiled and walked back over to her seat, sitting beside Ron. He reaches over and lays his hand on top of hers. " Beautiful, it really was," he comforts. " Mr. Malfoy, I believe that leaves you..." Draco sighs and pushes himself from his chair and walks sluggishly to the front of the room. The boy who is normally stiff and straight was nearly wobbly for the first time in the public eye. Draco Malfoy was scared, or nervous. " Whatever, lets just get this over with," He sighs once more," I wish that I could pull up everything I feel about you. . . everything I've felt about you," He begins to read his poem, " and let you hold it for once so that you could see how much I actually want to care for you. But I cant do that. There is no going back and changing what happened between the two of us, so there is no changing the future. We will always be the two strangers with a complicated past. . . and a future that never had a chance." The class is silent, Arabella especially. Draco looks over to her, only for a moment before dragging himself back to his desk. " Excellent, all of you," The professor begins to close class, students grabbing their things before she was even finished. 

     As different groups were passing in the hallways, you hear a voice from behind Arabella and her friends. " You always had to be little miss perfect, didn't you Greenwater?" Draco teased from behind, causing the entire friend-group to turn and face him. " What do you want, Malfoy," Harry griped in response to the comment. While Harry didn't know the past between Draco and his friend Arabella, he wouldn't let anybody hurt her, or any of his friends for that matter. " Nothing from you, Potter," Draco swore at Harry just like he always does, " You always have to be the teachers pet, a nuisance you are, Arabella." Arabella reeled back, stepping towards Draco and crossing her arms. " What are you trying to do?" She rhetorically asked, taking one more step closer, " Trying to start a fight with me. . ." She takes one last step, " Or trying to flirt with me?" 

     Ron, from behind her, gains a deep feeling in his chest as he hears her give a flirt of an insult back to Draco. Ron knows Arabella doesn't feel anything towards Draco, but part of him can't help but be hurt. " What a pathetic response, just like you," Draco snarls, turning to walk away with his friends. Arabella watches him walk for a moment before turning back to her friends, causing her robe to wave around with the breeze. She looks over her shoulder one last time. " Are you okay?" Ron asks. . . " Yeah, let's go." 

𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎,

     𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉... 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝑒.




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