limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter seven

The room went silent, no longer seeming to have any ounce of fun. Moody went on about how he loved the practical teachings. I sighed and looked out past the window, only shocking myself back after he threw the chalk at Seamus Finigan.

'What a mad git.'

"He's on about the big three," Ella whispered through her teeth. She sat straight. Her spine had never had such a perfect posture.

I crossed my brows and said, "Like the unforgivable, I thought we didn't get taught them."

She shook her head, only looking straight at him. My interest was now caught in the web, listening intently. Moody wandered the room for a moment, peaking at each of our little heads. He peered down at me and then continued on to the next Eventually stopping at Ron Weasly, the freckled, lanky redhead.

"Weasly," he beckoned, making the class jump. "Give us the curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one, the imperious curse." Ron stammered, his breath hitching in his throat.

Moody mumbled to Ron, I wish I hadn't sat so far back. I could barely see as he turned away and pulled out a large jar. From it, he pulled a spider, which he enlarged. The class interrupted in laughter as it bounced from classmate to classmate.

My stomach turned; the meaning behind this wasn't the least bit funny at all. From what I know, the imperious curse was horrid. It was more painful than any jinx and more dangerous than any potion. Although it fell onto Draco's head, I let out a little giggle. Draco panicked, turning to his smashed-head friend. He was nearly in tears, shouting for him to 'get it off'. His friend flapped his arms, not doing much to help at all.

"Talented, hey, what should I have her do next?" Moody's voice changed; his tone was far more grim than before.

"Jump out the window? Drown herself?"

The class fell silent once more, including me. I sat in closer, leaning over the desk. My stomach turned into a big knot. The next curse, torture, is the one most disposed of by You-Know-Who. Neville Longbottom gave it, and he stuttered and stammered. His knobby knees snagged together as he watched.

My face fell, my heart sank, and everything in me wished for him to stop. I darted my eyes from Nevile to the spider. Grimacing at his face and the tortured being, I stood up, the class turning towards me. What in Merlin's name was I doing? If I had the answer, I would tell you.

"Stop it!" I commanded, holding out my hand. Ella tugged at my sleeve, covering herself from any shame.

Moody waltzed over, and the spider now sat at my desk. He cocked his head from side to side, erratically moving. I held my breath, now regretting the decision to be the hero. Moody gazed around the room, his face moving spontaneously.

"Your father is the infamous Waterhorse, spell maker, yes?" He questioned me, his wand waving in my face.

My father, rich and famous as he was, couldn't be any less helpful for the topic right now. Most people here didn't know him; I barely knew him. I knew of his books and the absurd amount of money. Also, he wasn't a very liked person in the ministry.

"You must know of the last unforgivable curse then," Moody muttered, glancing for a moment at my eyes. Draco's chair turned around, and he gazed up at me with beady eyes.

Ella coughed and whispered, "Sir, I don't think so."

"Did I ask for you? I believe not, Ms. Waterhorse."

I shook my head and cleared my throat. "The kiss of death, sir, is the most unforgiving."

"And it's an incantation..."

"Avada kedvara..."

A flash of green followed, and then death followed. I felt a sickness in my stomach and a churning in my chest. Quickly I sat, the class seeming confused as to how I had known such a curse. It was a simple fact, as my mother had told me. She proposed that it was in my and Valentine's best interest to know them.

Of course, I could wrap my head around why he would mention my father.

"Lesson over!" Moody shouted, pulling away from us all. I scrambled quickly out of there before I could even look at anyone. Dragging Ella alongside me, his rings digging into my fingers She looked at me in wide-eyed shock.

I stopped right in front of the dentation room, Snape's classroom. My breathing was hard and heavy, and the goosebumps didn't leave. Ella rubbed my arms, slowing her breathing to mine. Eventually, the shock wore off, and I could speak.

"I didn't know what to do; I didn't—it wasn't me." I stuttered and blurred my words into one, and she shook her head. Her eyes softened towards me, and I felt safe there.

Ella scoffed and bit her lip. "Don't worry, you've done nothing wrong."

I nodded, my gut telling me otherwise. The whole class looked at me as if I had produced the spell. It was, although they seemed afraid of me, like I was some death eater. I would never do such a thing, never in a hundred years.

Ella always found a way to remind me of myself. She knew me best; she knew I didn't judge. That's why I hate other people most when you're alone. Who is there to judge? All but yourself.

"Stop by the library once you've finished." She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the edge. "You still have that club to run."

Of course, library club, how had I forgotten? We had a yule ball to plan, and I had a whole myriad of things to organise there. I found myself so distracted these past few weeks, completely forgetting myself.

"Yes, of course, you're coming." I laughed; she had never come to a single meeting. Magazines, Ella adored; books were the least of her worries.

Ella rolled her eyes and began walking. "Only because Hanuel has asked me to take him along!"

My senses were knocked by the giddy teen crush. He, of course, was coming; I had asked Valentine to invite him. For numbers only, that was a slight lie. But I smiled to myself never less.