SHE POTTER | 18+

CHAPTER THREE

JADE POTTER
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The following day, I woke up late. I haven't been sleeping well, especially with the time change in my classes here compared to my classes at home.

I was always the kid who wanted to sleep in on the weekends and every day during the week. But as I got older, that only became worse. I found it physically, emotionally, and mentally challenging to get out of bed in the morning.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed and sigh. I'm happy to be here, don't get me wrong, but can't classes not start at 7 a.m.? Well, not classes, but breakfast, and even then, you feel like you have to get up because all your friends are up and there.

As soon as I get up, I am immediately hit with the memory of that fantastic orgasm I had last night and the thought of Draco watching me. I don't remember ever being down bad for someone so secretly that my brain tells me, during an orgasm, mind you, that I have a crush. Draco is hot, but his attitude and personality are so ugly it makes me wanna yack. I remember all the stuff Harry had told me about him previously, and I find it hard to get to know him when he acts like that.

Groaning, I get up, go to the wardrobe, and pull out my daily robes and shirts. The one thing I like about being at Hogwarts compared to being at a public school in Italy is that these uniforms are more comfortable than the ones there. Though I was in private school, these are like the ones we had back home.

I put on my clothes and then walked to the lavatory to fix my hair and brush my teeth. Though I don't have plugs for my hair straightener, I brought something that helps. A little magic can't hurt.

After brushing my teeth, I walk back to my dorm and put everything back, grabbing my first two period books and parchment and making my way to the great hall for breakfast with the guys.

As I walk in, I see my sister and Harry sitting at the Gryffindor table; they laugh and smile as all normal kids do, but for me to see her smiling and laughing after the life that she was given, I'm just glad that she isn't killing herself.

I turned my head to walk over to where the guys were sitting for breakfast. I go and sit in front of them and next to Blaise. "Morning," I grumble as I sit down with a huff, "What's wrong with you this morning, sunshine?" Matteo asks, shoving a sausage into his mouth. "I just didn't sleep well; I found it hard to fall asleep when I got to my room last night." I grab some potatoes, there aren't many vegetarian options for breakfast besides carbs ontop of carbs so I occasionally eat eggs in the morning if most of the avocado is gone by the time I get there.

We eat most of the breakfast in silence because the boys are all scoffing their faces like they had never eaten before. My eyes drift towards Draco, who barely eats anything and stares into space. "Something on your mind Malfoy?" I ask. He looks toward me and scowls; I find it funny that talking to him causes him to be annoyed. 

"I had an exciting night last night. I had some weird dreams about you, but it couldn't be real, and I don't even know why I was dreaming about you." He's disgusted by the thought, but something is gleaming behind his eyes. "I am flattered that you stopped scowling to dream about me." He rolls his eyes.

"All right, we must get to class; we will see you in class this afternoon," Ace says, getting up. Matteo and Blaise follow behind him. 

I yawn; being up so late last night because of, you know what, and the time change has me fucked up more than I would like to admit. Thankfully, my first-period class today is an open period. I didn't have to take one of the classes; I tested out of many of the classes when I took the placement exams before I came to school.

I forget Draco is sitting there when he clears his throat; I look at him blankly. "You know, Potter, between you and me, you are very beautiful when you cum," he smirks and gets up, leaving me there absolutely speechless. How the hell does he know how I look when I cum, and how the hell did it come to him in a dream last night?