limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter nine

"Are you sure they picked his name?" Colson asked me, rummaging through his bag in the hope of any more money. The group stood inside a small fashion store, full of wonderful colours and textures. I glanced over at Ella and Luna, who tried on funky glasses and made faces at each other.

"Seems like it; he's the only Harry Potter we know of," Elizabeth effused, pulling on a red coat, which she didn't seem to like. I prodded at the rings without sparking any interest.

My mind wondered if Harry Potter had gotten someone to do it for him. Surely not; he seemed like the type of person who troubled and just followed around. I felt bad for him, not having a break ever. But he was insanely popular, even if, right now, it wasn't for the right things.

"I heard that the cup can choose a champion of its own," Layla barked, stuffing her gob with another load of crisps. Maybe, but I found that highly unlikely.

"I feel bad for him," I said, my head turning to face them. "The guy never catches a break; god, he breathes, and something needs fixing."

They all hummed in agreement, seeming to quickly return to themselves. I rummaged through my things and pulled out my wallet, handing over the last sickle he needed. Colson thanked me and put on his newest pair of shiny blue boots.

"Tea anyone?" Luna declared, pointing out the window to the tea shop. We all nodded quickly, racing over to find a table.

I sat and watched as my friends bustled around. Layla wolfed down on a baguette, claiming the French in her made her (she had not an ounce of French blood). Elizabeth complained about Fred Weasley to Luna, although Luna seemed more interested in her tea. I fiddled around with Colson's eyeliner, touching up the ends.

"Make it sharper!"

"If it's any sharper, you'll cut yourself!"

I loved them all so dearly, even though they are all nutters. Everyone began to gossip about the first task; of course, it was interesting. But, if I were being honest, I couldn't think of any gossip. I really only thought of how I would have to figure out my own task. Was I supposed to just ask him something that he holds valuable? Maybe his favourite food or colour?

I watched the people walk by in their own little worlds. The foreign students all enjoyed the cloudy wind in Hogsmeade. I wondered if they enjoyed the beauty of their own home and if we would be excited over the shitty weather there.

My eyes gazed over at the people sitting opposite us. My brother and his friends were all chatting and pulling jokes. Hanuel Mun smiled wide, his perfect teeth gleaming. He probably barely noticed me at all; who would notice their best friend's little sister?

I've always had a schoolgirl crush on him, ever since I was ten. He came over during the summer before I started at Hogwarts. In his little band tee and jeans, along with a pair of red Converse, I watched them from my window, eventually telling my mother. She had laughed, stroking my hair and telling me, 'next time, we'll dress you up pretty.

The next time he came over, my mother forced me into a periwinkle dress. She had pulled my mouse brown hair into a soft braid. I distinctly remember catching his gaze and rushing behind a bookshelf.

"She's at it again," Ella chimed, and everyone turned sharply to face him. They all waved like a bunch of monkeys, and I hid myself behind a menu. My eyes peered over the top, hoping he wouldn't notice me.

"Hello Hanuel, lovely day, isn't it?" Colson smiled, pointed up at the grey clouds, and blinked a few times. Hanuel made an awkward smile and nodded.

I squatted at them all, the blush on my face now apparent. They all laughed and resumed the conversation. I looked down at my watch and noticed that once again, the time told me to rush back. I stood up quickly, bid my goodbyes, and hurried up to the castle.

The library was thankfully still open, and I pulled out my notes. Making plans for the new Yule Ball had become my utmost priority. I had only a few months to plan; October was only a week away. Then, before I know it, it'll be December.

I scribbled down ideas for the displays and whatnot. From the corner of my eye sat a figure that stared holes into my head. I ignored it, hoping for peace for just one moment. Clearly, peace was something that I never got. A blonde figure immerged next to me. Draco sat down and flipped through my notes.

I snatched them back, gutting him like a mother. Draco rolled his eyes, prodding once again at his fingers. I noticed he needs that a lot—more than a lot. He didn't seem like the anxious type—not self-destructive either. Maybe it was a childish habit.

"So, Aurora, what do you enjoy doing on the weekends?" He asked, holding a pen between his pointer and thumb. He waved it around like a wand, then clicked it rapidly. He then proceeded to place the pen down and kick his feet up onto the table.

I rolled my eyes, turning away from my notes. "Alone, silent, with anyone but blonds."

"You're feisty today," He scoffed, prodding at his fingers. "I like to walk about the school; sometimes I read or play piano, mainly study."

I gave a fake smile, and he obviously thought it was real. "Hm, I thought you might have been touring children, or maybe plotting some evil mastermind plan."

For the first time, I had seen the most beautiful thing. A smile—not just any smile, but a genuine smile. One that you wouldn't find in a book or some poetry. But something so delightful, so calm—a small smile The edges of his eyes creased, and his teeth showed. He hid it away within a second, chuckling to himself.

It was intoxicating; it was fulfilling. As much as I hated him, he was very beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Lucifer himself must have graced him with the gift of beauty. My stomach twisted, and I felt dizzy.

"Sorry, I've got to go," I said right as I stood up from my seat. "I've got chess practise; you know, very hard on the erm, fingers."

With that, I left, my elevating heart rate and wooing behind me.

How I wish I had left it behind.