The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 23 ✔️

"It sounds like he's jealous," Parvati commented, I told them what happened this morning after we had breakfast. We sat in our room, trying to finish our homework but we always end up getting distracted. 

"What? Why?" I said, I twirled my quill between my fingers as I stared at my paper for defensive against the dark arts. 

"Oh, isn't it obvious? He likes you!" Lavender giggled, she sat on my bed, brushing her long blond hair, she wanted Parvati to braid her hair, so she had to brush any clump out. I gaped at her, shaking my head. 

"Draco does not like me," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You're joking, right?" Parvati said, she walked over to us, sitting behind Lavender, she grabbed the brush, and set it on my bed before starting to braid Lavender's hair. 

"No, I'm not! He doesn't like me."

"You two are so stupid. Charlotte, He likes to change his path for classes to see you! He stares at you during every meal, every class, he likes to come bother you every-"

"How do you know that?" I said cutting her off, a blush was starting to creep up my face. 

"Because I pay attention, stupid," Parvati yelled. 

"Oh, Parvati don't pull so hard." Lavender snapped. 

"It barely hurt! Stop being a big baby!" 

"Says you,"

"Parvati do my hair next," 

"Okay, start brushing your hair." Parvati said, she handed me the hairbrush Lavender was just using. I let my hair down from its ponytail, before separating it in two sections and starting to brush it. 

"Don't you dare change the subject, Charlotte? He likes you. Open your eyes," Lavender said, I ignored her, trying to untangle a small chuck of hair. 

"Don't ignore me. Charlotte, he likes you. He literally carried you through the forest to your dad when you were injured! If you were being stalked, I feel like you wouldn't notice." 

"Lavender, he doesn't. I'm a half-blood. He probably would want to go and date a pureblood, like Pansy." I explained.

"It seems like that's the last thing he's thinking about," Parvati commented.

"You two are wrong, really wrong."

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I stood around the goblet with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. We were watching it, waiting for someone to put their names in. 

"Has anyone put their names in yet?" Ron asked a third-year girl as she walked past. She shrugged a shoulder, looking at the goblet. 

"All the Durmstrang lot. But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet," She answered before walking away with her friends. I sat down on the bench behind us, pushing the braid over my shoulder, Pravati did a French braid, it was so tight it was almost hurting my head but I didn't care they were beautiful. 

"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed. I would've if it had been me... wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the goblet just gobbed you right back out again?" Harry said, before turning around and sitting down next to me. We heard a laugh float into the entrance hall, Fred, George, and Lee rushed down the stairs, towards the goblet. 

"Done it. Just taken it." Fred grinned at us. 

"Taken what?" Ron asked.

"The Aging Potion. Dung brains."

"We're going to split a thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," Lee explained.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know. I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this." Hermione told them, but they ignored them.