Emerald Waters

Chapter Three: Pumpkin Disaster

I knew I was dreaming. I just had to be. I was looking into the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy who had both of his hands around my face. He was smiling at me and whispering beautiful words to me that seemed to fall off his tongue. I was looking at him with pure happiness and affection. I had my arms wrapped around his body. I could feel his warmth radiating through his clothes. I laid my head right right below his jaw and I could hear his heart beating loudly. He was rubbing my back now and soothing me. I could feel him kissing the top of my head. I felt so safe with him. Like this was where I was meant to be, right in his arms. I could feel tears filling my eyes, I knew this was a dream. I hated that it was a dream. I wanted it to be real.

I jolted out of my sleep, panting and frantically trying to turn on the light. It was pitch black outside but I could hear the low rumble of thunder and heard the rain pounding into the windows of Gryffindor tower. Lightening bright as the sunlight lit up the room and I looked around to see everyone asleep. I nestled my head back into my pillow without turning the light on. I didn't want to have to explain my dream to anyone. I pulled the blankets over my chest and laid awake thinking about Malfoy. Why did I have that dream? Did I have a crush on him? I must. But why? Because he held my hand? That seemed silly to me. But as soon as I pictured that moment, his hand in mine.. my butterflies immediately came back.

Then I thought of the consequences. What would my parents think? Would Graham be happy because Malfoy is a Slytherin? Although he did hit him in the head.. so maybe not. Would Malfoy even feel the same way if he knew how I felt? Probably not. Definitely not. Imagine the look on Lucius and Narcissa's faces when their son came home with a Gryffindor girl. I almost laughed out loud at that thought.

I took a deep breath and rolled over to face the window. I watched the rain still pounding into the glass windows. I imagined seeing Malfoy at my window on his broom. Soaking wet from the rain and helping me climb out the window onto the back of his broom and us flying away as the rain started to calm. That thought immediately made me smile and close my eyes. I felt like I didn't even know who I was anymore but one thing I knew for sure, is that I was in big trouble.

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Half of October had gone by in a flash. Ginny and I were carving pumpkins with some of our friends in the Great Hall. I sipped on my pumpkin juice and carved away at my pumpkin until I could get the top off to clean out the inside and get all of the seeds out. I hadn't seen much of Malfoy just a few passing glances at each other during Potions. Although, I noticed he wasn't exactly giving me dirty looks or anything. More like he was longing for me to say something to him. Which I absolutely would not. I decided I didn't want him to know anything about how I felt. I didn't even want to give him so much as a hint. But every time I caught a glimpse of him, the butterflies were back. Swarming around in my stomach like they were trying to break free. I couldn't let them.

I dried up my hands after I finished getting the seeds and insides of the pumpkins out. I began to carve my pumpkin when out of the corner of my eye I saw Malfoy walk into the Great Hall. He looked like he was scanning the room for someone. I figured he was probably looking to bother Harry or find his friends because he was alone. He chose to walk down the aisle of the row of tables I was sitting at. I clenched my entire body, he couldn't be looking for me.. could he? I kept my hands inside my pumpkin to look as if I was so busy I didn't notice him come in. He walked right behind me and stopped.

"Monroe" he said quite loudly. Our table full of Gryffindors got quiet. "What Malfoy?" I asked coldly not even bothering to turn around. My palms were sweating inside this pumpkin. I felt so stupid. I hoped he didn't notice my panic. "I need to copy your potions homework" he said. Now I turned around. What in the world did he need to look at my potions homework for? You would never guess it but he was top of all of his classes only second to Hermoine Granger. I looked at him puzzled. My hands still in my pumpkin. "Why?" I asked, giving him an annoyed look. "Because.." he started to finish as I took my hands out of my pumpkin and then he looked down at my slimy hands and his eyes widened.