Happyily ever after?

Chapter 4

[In Draco room. He's flips through the pages of his latest find.]

Malfoy: As I realize that potion class starts soon I stand up and get going hiding the book under my mattress. The hallways are full and every student is chaught up in their own business. Suddenly I recognize a head on my right.

Potta.

What's he doing here? He has potion class with me in a totally different part of Hogwarts and he has not really befriended Slytherins either. I keep my head down. Ever since that day in the Great Hall I tried to keep my distance. I don't need more attention and he, the Chosen One, is the definition of attention. It's particularly embarrassing since I start acting bizarre whenever he's around -just like now. My heartbeat rises and my cheeks start feeling hotter. This has happened suspiciously often in the last few days. I can't help but think that he follows me around. Is believing that self-centered? Why would the fcking Harry Potter be close to me? Has him saving me gotten to my head? I arrive in class and go to my seat. Potta comes in too  and sits down

right.

next.

to.

me.

I freeze.

Why?

I can feel my heart beating up my throat again. I lean forward and hiss.

"Potta, what are you doing?"

Potter: "sitting here" Malfoy is abnormally close.

ahhhh.

I blush and pin my eyes on the ground.

"Duh. I have eyes, Potta. Why here?" For a long second my brain stops working. "lost a bet" I feel his gaze on me making me funny inside. I'm not sitting next to him because I like him. More like:

Keep your friends close and your enimies colser.

obviously...

Malfoy: a bet? mmhhh.

Hermione who is sitting behind Potta looks at us confused.

right.

I move my chair a little - away from him. My eyes admire his collarbones. He seems nervous - introverted. Carefully he keeps his body on the right side of the table while putting his head down. I grin - adorable how Potta avoids me.
Without any warning he tilts his head looking at me. Our eyes meet and I sink into his dark green eyes like into moss. My lungs stop working along with the rest of my body.

Do. not. blink.

Years seems to go by. Still caught in his stunning gaze I bring my hand up to my neck.

Damn. I'm so gay.

Potter: Wha...?

My brain goes silent. Everything is quite. It's just us.

Him and I.

And his drop-dead handsome eyes. Reminding me of foggy, rainy days in the woods. When he raises his hand to his neck my jaw dropps wide open. The light falling differently onto him now gives his light grey eyes the touch of moonlight in the middle of a snowy night. My cheeks turn red, no more a solf rosy pink - just like his lips.

Stop. He's your enemy. He is planing things. He will hurt people you love.

The voice fades slowly as I keep staring.

closer.

I move slightly stopping myself instantly.

What's happening? NO.

Finally I break the contact - reluctantly. Hot from confusion my head turns away. But he stays in my mind making it impossible to concentrate.

his messy hair.

his hypnotising eyes.

Suddenly I notice a sift in the energy around me. Malfoy's gaze has been weighting me down for the last 10min. Now it's gone. Careful I tilt my head. He has moved away pinning his eyes to the floor. There's this impossiple sadness in them. My heart aches.

He is okay?