Futurum Amare, Future love

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FIRST CLASS
Draco POV

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

            I sit at the tables in the dinning hall.  Plates and utensils already set, as the house elf's run around finishing the Slytherin table.  I came early in the morning to look over my student schedule again.  My classes started today.  One bright and early in the morning right after breakfast.  Though because I start so early I don't have a class just before lunch, which I preferred anyways.  My fingers brush over the paper as I read each word.  Foot steps hesitantly draw my attention from the schedule.  They didn't sound like before so it's not Adencade.  My eyes fall on the person making the noise.  Potter walks into the dinning hall and an elf rushes to him.

          The elf starts talking happily.  His ears dropping and face getting sad for a moment before perking up when Potter spoke again.  The elf gestured to the table behind him and Potter nodded speaking again and the elf smiled than ran off.  I watched the elf run off to a small door and disappear into it.  My eyes drifted back to potter where they locked with his own pear green colored eyes.  Before a second could pass my attention was back on the paper.  Slowly trying to read, I run my fingers down the edge of the page as Potter approaches.

          "Malfoy,"  He says, sounding more like a question.  "Your here quite early."

         "So are you."  I made sure to keep my voice calm and gentle as I spoke.

         "Normally I come early in the morning, I like seeing the students come in."

        Potter chose not to sit, instead standing behind the chair next to my own.  I don't glance up to him or speak.  Mostly nod my head to acknowledge I'm listening. I couldn't read the schedule as he spoke anyways, so slowly I drifted my attention to watching the flame of a candle. 

          "Are you um..."  know he pulls the chair back and sits hesitantly.  "How's it going so far, Schedule good?  Classes?"

           It felt off to discuss and converse with Potter.  But I turned my attention to the man.  A small scruff almost like speckles grew on his chin.  His hair longer then the last time I saw him but not like his mop head before.  And glasses were gold rimmed instead of black, along with some complimentary white hinges.  I move my hand from the page and lean back into my chair, a lot less straight up, some might say relaxed.  Though I was most definitely not.

         "Good.  The classroom is good. I like the way the tables are set up."  He nods making sure to not look at me.  "And the schedule is like my old one.  During school."  He looked to me, eyes glinting slightly.

          "I thought that would be best for you... The whole before lunch thing.  You always seemed tired."  Potter retuned his face outward after speaking.  Not something he meant to say?

          "Yeah.  Thanks."  I say returning my gaze to my paper.  "Didn't know you knew how I was during classes?"  I teased. Childish, I know.

        His eyes glanced to me wide before down to his lap.  "I'm...Observant?"  He questions hoping I'll believe the word as much as he does.

            Truth is Potter was constantly watching my every move.  Of course he would though, he was right too.  I did some horrible things on account of my Father and the Dark Lord.  If I were him I'd watch my every move too.  My gaze drops from his eyes.  And back to the flame of the candle.

        "Observant."  I say.  "I suppose that's true."  I push my paper toward him.  "This schedule could be framed better though."  I say gently as a request.