There's Something About Potter

Chapter 15

Draco sighed as he set down the quill in his hand for the third time that morning.

He stared at the empty piece of parchment laid out in front of him, absent-mindedly drumming his fingers against the table. In the last hour, he had done nothing else but growl in frustration and rake his hands through his hair, trying desperately to compose an appropriate response to the letter his 'Dream Girl' had sent him a few days ago.

For some reason, he couldn't think of anything he wanted to say to her.

Her last letter had spoken of how she was busy with her own classes and how she was planning to live somewhere in Central London after completing her studies. She even mentioned how she would love to spend more time with him after they've both graduated; and that she was looking forward to going out on a proper date with him this coming Yule break.

Ordinarily, having her say something like that would have had Draco grinning like an idiot and already planning out every single ridiculous detail for that date but now, his general lack of excitement left him feeling very confused. He seriously did not want to believe he was losing interest already; especially since he didn't even know her bloody name yet.

Draco winced at the thought, grumbling as he set his quill back down onto the table and allowed his head to drop into his hands.

What the hell is wrong with me?!

The more he thought about his awkward veela situation with Potter, the more Draco was beginning to accept that he was, apparently, much more interested in her than he originally thought. In fact (and this Draco had a very difficult time admitting to himself), maybe he's always been interested in the bloody Gryffindor. Granted, the fiery animosity between them during their first few years at Hogwarts had always strung him up; their recurring, violent encounters with each other always leaving him feeling more alive and excited and exhilarated than he ever did with any of the other girls he went out with.

He just never really had a reason to admit that to himself; or to believe that Potter would ever reciprocate his feelings.

So what now?

Draco stared at the blank piece of parchment again, and for a second, he entertained the ridiculous notion that if he stared long enough at it, somehow, the words he needed to say would magically write themselves out for him.

"Are you still stuck on that, Malfoy?"

Blaise sounded bored as he sauntered over to the Slytherin table, yawning as he plopped down into his usual seat. He ignored the irritated look Draco gave him and scooted over the bench, helping himself to a cup of tea. When Draco just grunted at him in reply, Blaise took a long sip from his cup and glanced down at Draco's blank parchment again.

"Merlin, didn't you wake up hours ago just to finish writing that? How the hell do you expect to win this girl of yours over when you can't even think of anything to say to her?" He drawled.

"Shut up, Blaise. It's not that simple." Draco hissed at him as he hastily put his parchment and quill away, just in time before Zach, Neville, Morag and Pansy arrived soon after Blaise and joined them for breakfast.

"What's not that simple?" Pansy asked curiously as she took the seat beside Blaise, helping herself to some freshly baked croissants. Neville, who had slid into the seat beside Pansy, reached out and took the basket of croissants for her, using a pair of tongs to place two of them onto her plate.

She smiled shyly at him, blushing slightly as she mumbled her 'thanks' before turning back to Draco.

Having witnessed this little exchange, one of Draco's eyebrows arched up and he turned to Blaise in question. To his confusion, Blaise didn't look at all surprised by Pansy and Neville's less than hostile interaction. Instead, he looked amused when he saw the incredulous look on Draco's face and snickered, grinning slyly at him before turning to his side to answer Pansy's question.