Untouched love

Year 3~figured out

"You. Ron Weasley read a book?"

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Y/n POV:

Draco looked me dead in the eyes. "What was that all about?" He repeats, seeing as how I didn't reply.

"Granger saw me and Potter in the halls and got jealous because she likes the bloody git" I say. trying to convince him I hate him with all my guts. "And why would you be walking around the corridors with him?" He says, his facial expression not changing the slightest.

"Well Draco, I can't actually saw more except that him and I are sharing a dorm.." I explain calmly to him trying not to get him riled up and sending him to the hills to kill Harry.

"Why exactly are you sharing a dorm room with Pottah? And more importantly a boy?!" He said, his voice raising word by word. I look down at my plate filled with a piece of toast and some eggs. Trying to avoid eye contact before I too, begin to raise my voice. "Uhm- well you see, I actually can't say yet." I respond slowly looking up at him. When I see his expression turn into something I've never seen before, a anger, nostrils flared, red ass face, Draco, I decide to comfort him a bit.

"But Draco I promise you'll find out soon! Tonight even!" I say quickly. "If he ever touches you- or even glances at you while your changing or whatever, or even if your not- he's dead meat. Don't say I'll get in trouble from father, because you and I both know he'd appreciate my actions, especially knowing his only daughter is spending the year with a boy 24/7. And more importantly if that boy is the chosen one." Draco says going on a full fledged rant- not only about Harry this time, but by me,

I grab his and with both of mine. "Do you really think even I'd let him look at me" I say getting a small chuckle from him.

"Care to explain what's up with Her-dorky? (That's Hermione)" Blaise says trying to avoid awkward silence that is to come.

"I honestly don't even know." I respond, just as confused as Blaise and the others are. I look back at the Gryffindor table and notice that Hermione isn't with them. Suddenly, Harry, Ginny, and Ron stand up. Leaving the twins and Dean at the table. They make their way to the doors exiting the room. I swiftly get up and get ready to follow them.

"I'll see you lot later, I gotta figure this shit out." I say and begin to jog up to them. I need to figure out what the problem with Hermione is.

I catch up to them and take Harry's hand then pull him back towards me. I pulled way too hard because when he spun around by force our faces were only 3 centimeters away.

"Woah! Oh- H-Hey Y/n" Harry says, stuttering nervously because of the closeness of our faces.

"Harry! Sorry, It wasn't my intention to whip you around that hard." I say trying to not look at his lips.

I wait for his response. However, when no words proceed to answer, I notice his eyes lingering on my lips. Then back to my eyes. His big blue eyes map out my features, as I do the same to his. The black circular glasses that lay on his nose begin to fall down. I gently push then back up with my finger, not moving any other way in case we get closer. Brown fluffy locks of hair with small blond streaks fall just at the top of his eyebrows, making the rest of his face shine. He has small lips that are a light peachy color, complimenting his blue bell eyes.

"I-" I begin to say trying to break the awkward, but much needed silence.

"I uhm just wanted to ask you about Hermione. I obviously don't know you all too well, but I get the feeling she isn't usually like this." I say slightly shaking my head to snap myself out of staring at him any longer. I take a step back so it doesn't look like we're about to make out in front of the entire school.