dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

fates,

The stars seemed to be hell bent on getting some teenage drama into their lives. And we seemed to be their juiciest source.
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a r i a  s t u n n i n g s

There are a few things I hate about life. One, grey eyes. Two, white-blonde hair. Three, childhood friends. Four, Ravenclaw seekers. In simpler words, Draco Malfoy. Then why do I want him so bad? Why am I discontented with any contact between him and Astoria Greengrass? 

Yeah, I'm avoiding the word jealous -- because I'm not, I swear.

My Charms professor, Professor Flitwick, called my name for me to collect my assignment. "Nine-point-five out of ten, Ms Stunnings. The highest score in class!"

I smirk slightly, Charms being my best subject. I practically fail in the rest, but we don't talk about that. I'm well aware of the slight sway to my hips, the confidence with which I walk back -- as if my entire self-esteem depends on my marks. And it does, but I just don't like studying.

I'm occupied with gazing at my paper and smirking when Flitwick calls out a familiar name. "Mr Malfoy, four-point-five out of ten. I'm afraid you'll have to try a little harder."

Draco grits his teeth as he walks back, his paper crumpled up in his hand, sniggers following him. 

"Some Ravenclaw," Harry Potter, sitting one row in front of me, whispers to Ron Weasley.

Ron chuckles, "Some wizard."

"Oh, he is," I say, before I can stop myself.

"Yeah, Lover Girl?" Harry asks. "I heard about you houseless-ness. Quite a pity, huh?"

My face is flaming red. 

"Leave her alone, Harry," Hermione Granger tells him. 

The second time someone has had to defend me since I came here. I smile at her gratefully. She returns it.

It's a silent agreement of friendship. I think both of us know it.

When I turn back around, I see Draco staring at me. His lips twist into a smirk. "Load of shit you were saying in the morning."

"Class dismissed. Except Mr Malfoy and Ms Stunnings. Ms Stunnings?"

I walk up to Flitwick, trying not to blush and look shell-shocked. I think I failed. ". . . So I need you to tutor Mr Malfoy."

"Yeah. Okay. Sure. Of course. Fine-" I say before Flitwick gently interrupts me.

"Right. You're dismissed," he says, getting off the chair of pillows. 

On Draco's pink lips is a wide smirk and his fingers are twirling a silver pen while gazing at me. "I'm going to curse so hard now," I state to no one in particular.