Am I that girl you dream of

5.

As soon as class ended I headed back to my dorm. I didn't have any more classes for today so it doesn't matter.

Once I got back to my dorm I set my bag down on the floor in front of my bed. I lie down, pick up one of my books, and start to read. Half way through my book I set it down.

I don't even know what time we are going to study. It won't be in our room because I won't be able to focus so hopefully Pansy picks a good spot. But how will she even tell me? is she going to come in here and tell me or what? I am dreading going. Just looking at her turns me on. How the hell am I going to focus.

After a while of thinking I fell into a deep sleep.

-

I groan, stretching my arms above my head. Something is at my window, scratching and clawing.

Standing up slowly, letting my bones pop and crack, I walk over to the window. I open it.

Staring at me is a beautiful white owl. Eyes of salt, talons the color of onyx.

I pat it's head and grab the letter, watching as the beautiful bird flies away.

I open the letter, reading the neat handwriting inside.

Meet me at the library to study.

Be there in thirty minutes and don't be late.

-Pansy

Bloody hell even her hand writing turns me on. I need to stop.

I quickly throw on some shorts. A little too short for my taste but all of my other pairs are dirty. And a Slytherin jumper.

I grab my bag and walk out of the door.

The corridors are dark and cold. The portraits are dozing off, almost ready to sleep. The ghosts are prowling the halls, passing through the student's who are walking back to the common rooms. Soon the corridors are empty, almost even frightening.

The library doors come into view. I open them, walking in and sitting down at one of the tables.

I set everything I need out. Organizing my space around me.

I'm waiting now, waiting for her to come.

I hope she isn't standing me up just for a quick laugh.

Just as I think that, a hand grazes across my back. My head shoots up, looking at Pansy who slides into the seat beside of me. I almost gasp.

She carefully takes her books out, I watch as her hand grips the spine, her fingers bending. The rings on her fingers shining in the light. I wonder what it would be like if she gripped my hai-

"Are you going to turn to the page or just stare at my hands?" she questions. Amused by the thought of me thinking of her.

I turn my head back to the book, turning to the correct page.

"Are you going to read or shall I?" she asks.

"You can." So she does, and her voice is like the breeze on a hot day, so soothing yet so breathtaking at the same time. It's as sweet as honey. It's hypnotizing.

And watching as she focuses on reading or doing her work or just anything feels so good. I don't know how to explain it. It makes chills go down my back. And when she bites her lip softly as her brows furrow In confusion. It's honestly adorable. I wish I could touch her. I wish I could push her soft hair behind her ear or cares her cheek or even brush a finger up against her thigh. Anything I would take. I would let her do anything to me.

I need to do something. Be bold. I think to myself.

I bite down on my quill, letting it slip between my fingers and onto the floor. I lean down picking it up, before letting my bare shoulder brush against her smooth leg. She inhales quickly, glancing in the other direction.

I smirk to myself.

Just how I imagined her to feel.

"What was it you were saying again?" I smirk.

"Um I- I was saying that the Baneberry potion is very poisonous but the exact effect of it is unknown." She stutters.

"Oh and what are the ingredient's again?"

As she goes on about the ingredients I can't help but think to do this more often. The way she gasped alone made me want to do so many things to her.

I just wish her views on Halfbloods would change but it never will.

She will always be disgusted by people like me.