I Was Dared to Love You (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

IWDTLY (A Draco Malfoy Love Story) ... 10

Mirsha24 likes my Author’s Notes, don’t ya?: Hey readers and readettes! Chapter 10! A nice reader (iamteamJACE to be precise) called me a genius. I almost fainted when I read that! Also another loyal reader and fan of mine (Georgette321 again) was confused about Draco’s reaction to Violet, so this chapter sort of says why. It’s getting a bit more serious because Draco is starting to act different. My plan (none of this was my brain blast) probably won’t start until the next chapter. But until then I wonder what’s going to happen...

Let’s watch …. (like stalkers)

I Was Dared to Love You (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Chapter 10: Questions, Blushes, and One Easy Response

-------| Draco’s POV |--------

            “How are you doing, Malfoy?” Jesperson muttered, pushing a stray lock of her dark hair behind her ear. My heart thrummed a bit louder in my chest, and I put up an indifferent mask to disguise my shock. I rubbed my hands on my pants and cursed myself for acting like a child. This mudblood must have put a charm on herself so I would act strange. Bloody witch, always using magic to her own advantage

            Swallowing hard, I quip back colder than normal, “Fine.” I had to get her away from me. And if there was something I was good at, it was scaring people with my attitude and presence. Giving her the death glare, hoping to frighten her with looks alone, I notice she wasn’t even looking at me, but again behind my shoulder. In a way, I was kind of depressed—dammit! This witch had better stop with the charm.

            “Oh, well. I’m fine too, I guess,” Jesperson stuttered back. Her reaction was a faint surprise. Against my better judgment, my eyes widened and I straightened my shirt subconsciously.

            Clearing my throat, I grunted back, “Oh, well … er, that’s good, I suppose.”

            She nodded to herself and after a second muttered something under her breath. Giving her a questioning look, I see she … zoned out. Waving my hand in front of her face, she didn’t react. Didn’t even blink. Daring a poke in the shoulder, Jesperson didn’t even flinch under my touch. Did she faint without the fall? Forget to take her pills and shut down? Clearing my throat again, I begin wondering if she was even sane. A normal person wouldn’t just … space.

            “Uh … Jesperson? You good?” I said with, what I regret—and deny—worry. With another wave of my wrist, she blinked her greenish eyes and was brought back.

            Once she came back her face blushed brightly and I couldn’t help but smirk. Jesperson started to shake her head back in forth muttering, “No, no, no!” Now it was official, she’s lost her marbles. Her foot stomped once, and I couldn’t help but think she looked like a child. My thought process stops when she gives a low growl in her throat and blinks up at me.

            The next thing I heard made me want to puke, “Do you wanna go to the dance with me, Malfoy?”

            I looked at her as she flushed brightly up to her roots and ground her foot into the floor. Her hand was fiddling with the edge of her shirt. Her eyes were staring daggers at me and I was at loss for words. It was my turn to blank out.

            Jesperson wanted to go to the dance, that I could understand. She had always liked dancing and music and … and the likes. But with me, seriously? What the fucked up Salazar is the meaning of that?! I thought she hated me and all that I was worth! Since we worked together in Potions First Year and I blew up the cauldron, she swore to make my life hell. Then again I ended up being the one to torture her … And she had asked me to be friends …