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"Good morning my students. Please have a seat and open the books to his 141. Mr. Weasly, would you please read us this lesson's topic?"
The attention of everyone in the room turned to redhead Ron, who was sitting next to Granger in the third row, his head tucked between his shoulders for now. He slowly sat up and murmured a 'Yes Professor Moody'.
My head started pounding at the sound of his cracked voice and I closed my eyes with an effort to deal with the sudden pain.
"Mystical Creatures and Evidence of Their Existence."
Silence.
Mad-Eye looked around the classroom for a moment before speaking again.
"Thank you Mr. Weasly-"
"Mystical creatures...like vampires and pink unicorns?"
There was a mocking note in Draco's voice. For this comment, he reaped an exaggeratedly high-pitched giggle from pretty much all the girls in the room, but it fell silent shortly afterwards when Professor Moody banged his cane on the table.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy... quite right. And I'll make you one too, if you don't finally learn how to behave and report yourself in my class. Another comment like that and points will be deducted! Got it ?"
Draco nodded gravely and sat back up straight in his chair as if pulling himself together, but I knew exactly what his goal was.

As the professor continued and Longbottom was the laughing stock of the entire class when he answered Pegasus to Mad-Eye's question - what other creaturesdo not exist- his said goal announced itself and I noticed how he leaned towards the table to see her better.
"Miss Granger, maybe you can give Mr. Longbottom a little help."

"Well, the Pegasus is still present in the forests of the wizarding world, but I have to agree with Nevill, for the creature is quickly being exterminated or expelled altogether due to the hunting that is being done."
Hermione had a way of speaking all of her own. Many of us may find this disturbing. That heavy licentious intonation and that turgid diction...
But not Draco. He might hate her face to face and swear at her, but I saw through him.
More students got their say, throwing out more and more creature names and phrases that I really didn't have the energy to think about what they meant right now, and with each new thing Hermione had something to add or criticize. I wonder why she didn't become a Ravenclaw. Well maybe her muggle parents are filthy rich, that would at least explain the choice to Gryffindor...
But she was not a snop. That wasn't her mood. Although she was a bit of a perfectionist, she was always concerned with things around her, not with herself. Her wild dark curls were often just rolled up in a bun on her head. She seldom wore them open, as then she would look like a shaggy lioness for work. She was actually on the plainer side, but her hair shows the fire that reigned in her.
Suddenly Blaise sounded from the background.
"Can't you even be quiet!"
He wiped her mouth with his annoyed tone and she fell silent for a moment and looked at him with her big brown eyes.
The next moment, Draco spun around and slammed his fist down on Blaise's desk.
"Let the cutie talk, dude, that's her right, damn it!"
Everyone in the room looked at each other in surprise, Draco doesn't look like him at all for such an action. Blaise also seemed very confused by the fact that his best friend contradicted him.
"Mr Zabini. For your disrespectful comments you will pay 7 points from Slytherin. Thank you Mr. Malfoy...for...well. Ms. Granger continue please."
Hermione looked at Draco again.
"I'm not your cutie...but thanks."
Draco just nodded at her. As she continued to speak, he looked behind the boys, who gave him a skeptical grin.
"What is it??"
The boys gave each other meaningful looks and just shrugged their shoulders without a word.
Draco looked at me now.
I shook my head laughing and just slapped him knowingly on the shoulder with a smirk.

Draco liked Hermione for a very long time. And that was also his best kept secret and has been for a very long time.
Every night I hear him sneak off to the library to watch Hermione study. Of course unnoticed by her.
What a coward. He'd rather live a life where the girl of his dreams hates him to death for making her life hell than just admit his feelings to her. He prefers to sleep with someone else every night just so he doesn't have to think about her. That's fucking disgusting.
Sad thats what most would call it but i call this fucking hilarious!
If I were him, I wouldn't be content with these nightly observations. That would never be enough for me and I could feel that it was for Draco too, but his fear of losing her forever was bigger. And that's why he would never approach her. Never.

I shook off those thoughts and rubbed my face. stretch my body towards the final stretch of collapse. But my current boss was this headache, caused alcohol. I hadn't slept in a week. I could not. Not at all since.
Never mind! I tried to pay attention again.
"What about nymphs?"
"Not necessarily wrong Miss. Lovegood, but the creatures you mean are-"
"Elves."
A soft but at the same time strong voice came from the direction of the door and the entire hall stretched its heads back.
My vision went black for a moment as I turned my head too quickly. But I became wide awake when I looked into those green eyes.

Filou stood confidently and a serious look on her face in the door wings.

There was a murmur in the room, but I didn't pay any attention to it.
She was here.
For a week she was the only thing I could think about. The only thing that robbed me of sleep and nerves and made me wild as hell and at the same time deeply relaxed. Im so stressed, amused and annoyed of her current prensence in my head i could scream out loud right in this moment.
And now she was here. Five meters away from me she walked across the room and looked around and i felt...comfort. all those minds and stupid things quiet down the moment my eyes were on her.
She wore her long hair in a high ponytail that swung slightly as she walked. Now her gentle face was shown even more and i again lost myself in this girl.
Now she was right up there with me. She turned her head away from looking me in the face, but I knew that she knew: I was there...right with her...and I knew she was suffering as I bored my eyes into her back.
I could smell her even from here. Her aroma send shivers down my spine. I could hear her breath. It was like i stood right infront of her. What the hell is wrong with me? What is this shes doing to me?
My heart hammered.
"I beg your forgiveness Professor Moody for my late appearing."
The sound of her voice made me gasp.
"Well I hope for you, Ms. Black this wont happen again. Because by such actions you spoil your first impression Kid... I will blame your lateness on your attendance at this school, which has been quite short-lived up to now, and so the whole thing has been settled. Let's hope for you that such incidents will not happen again. Hm?"
She nod her head with a kind smile. I got hot.
Girl dont do this to me...
Moody nod as well.
"You may take a seat then."

She nod her head and turned to the class. One gaze arround and then she took a few steps forward, taking place in the middle block, third row, next to luna lovegood and directly in my observing spot...which might such as a good as a bad thing.
Now i can absolutely forget keeping attention...
I started to look at her closely.

She brushed off her coat and pulled on her shirt so it would fit better. Her pale skin looked so downy soft and contrasted with her raven black hair.
Unconcerned, she propped her head up on the heel of her hand while she paid attention....
My attention fell again on her small delicate fingers with the long pointed fingernails and the rings that were stuck to them.

Quickly looking away as she moved her attiorion to her bag, to take a book out, Like the rest of the people in the room.

Seems like moody wants to write something down.
I started to follow his order and took my papers. That was a bit unusual for me and I could feel the pair of eyes all over the room that rested on me in intimidation.
As i could feel them even two minutes later i got pissed.

Havent your mommys told you to not stare at other people??

My gaze rose and i looked arround. Most of them got scared as they met my eyes and fastly blinked away.

Nodding my head i wanted to concentrade on my paper again but as i did so, my eyes fell on her again and a little dissatisfaction build up in me again, as i saw that her attention was drawn to the exercise than to me.
I watched as the feather on her left hand moved fast and swingfully as she wrote down the letters.
She lifted one leg and placed it on the chair, supporting her left arm on it.

Dont stare!

My eyes fell back again and i suddenly got afraid, that she could feel that my eyes were on her permanently.

Starting to work i thought by myself:

This is the begining of a looong day!