Futurum Amare, Future love

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TALKING
Harry POV

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

        I watched as the students cleaned up their stations and returned the left over ingredients.  Malfoy had been walking around the class the whole period and I hadn't even meant to stay.  He's very helpful to student's and politer. 

         "Put cauldrons back under the desks please."  He calls as I sit in his seat. 

         At some point I apparated some papers to the room and started working on a draft for the new schedule frame.  Malfoy was good at many things, but by the looks of the class and the way he changed the schedule.  Organization was big one.  Malfoy made his way back toward me, we'd been "talking" slightly throughout the time I was in the class.  I liked the noise better than the quite of my office. It surprised me how much more focused I was on my work.  Malfoy reached the desk and tapped it drawing my attention from the leaving students to him.  I looked up to meet his eyes, something I'd struggled to do from the moment I ran into him. 

        "It's the end of the period.  I thought you weren't staying?"

         "I uh.  Thought it didn't matter, I liked the noise over the quiet."  I chuckle looking away.  "Sorry."

         I began scooping up my papers shoving my quill and ink onto the taco folded stack as I stood.  Malfoy's hand appeared above the stack and I looked to him.  As he quickly started talking, retracting his hand.

         "No no! Uh- I- you can stay.  I don't mind I was just wandering why you did."  He said almost sheepish.

         "We'll there's not quite enough room for both of us so I'd better leave anyways."  I rolled my eyes. 

        "I'm sure I have en extra chair."  He gestured to the closet to the side of us.

           Feeling so childish around the man I agreed.  With a slow nod I let him continue by walking to the closet and retrieving a chair.  I slowly passed around to the other side of the desk.  Initially saying to put it there for me to sit.  He placed it down quietly.  The smile that lingered on his face from class gone but ghostly.  I wonder if he's just as nervous and odd-ed out by this advancement in our lives as I am.  I never though myself to be sitting across from Draco Malfoy quietly working while he went over his roster and scores on potions from class.  Most of the students seemed to do really well.  A few had messed up their potions and got lower grades, while others already got E's or A's on them.  Continually I glanced up at Malfoy.  Not sure what to expect.

        "Did you want to say something potter?"  He spoke finally and my mind jumped.

          "Mrs. Manyrore this morning.  You'll have to ignore her.  She tries to control the school."  I dropped my eyes to my paper.

          "I'll get used to her.  She somewhat reminds me of myself as a child.  Spoiled and wanting."  He says continuing to write.  I chuckle.

          "Adencade is really actually nice.  He just didn't want the drama."

         "Tell that to my bruise."  He said harshly.  "That man doesn't like me at all."  Shaking his head slightly he spoke again.

         "That can't be true."

         "Your defending the guy who said it to my face potter.  Hermione as witness."  His voice was gentle again.