꧁𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡꧂ (𝐹.𝑊.)

23 - Well That Was Eventful

Malfoy and I started spending more and more time together. When he told me that I "balance him out well", he was right. We balance each other out well.

But there was part of me that didn't want the balance. I couldn't stop thinking about a freckled, redheaded, 6'2 boy.

***

Dinner was always my favorite time at Hogwarts, especially on a Friday night. Malfoy and I would meet at the astronomy tower around eight every Friday for the past few weeks. We were bundled up and still freezing, but it was a nice space to just talk.

I waited up there for him, checking my watch periodically. It was 8:10 and he still wasn't there.

At 8:23 on the dot he showed up.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming," I laughed.

"Sorry about that, I got caught up with something in the common room," Malfoy replied.

"Don't worry about it," I smiled.

He sat next to me, admiring the view.

"Can I ask a question?" He asked.

I responded the way I always do:

"You just did."

"Hensley," He gave me a playful glare.

"Fine," I laughed, "Shoot."

"Why did you decide to come here?"

"I didn't. Adam and Jenny told me I had to."

"Really?" He asked, "I wouldn't have thought that."

"I know. I didn't want to come at first. And then I did. And then I wanted to go home. And now I don't."

"What made you change your mind?"

"My asshole so-called friends."

He nodded, as if he understood.

We sat in a comfortable silence. The newly-turned December air was chilly, but not the same as it was in the mountains. Massachusetts is very different than England.

"I hope you know that you're not alone here. I know that the Weasleys are throwing you through a loop, and Angelina Johnson isn't very nice, and your brother is a prat, but believe it or not, most of Slytherin is actually pretty fond of you," Malfoy said to me, looking me in his eyes. They were gray like a storm cloud. Even in the semi-darkness, they stood out. I liked his eyes.

"Weirdly enough, this is the most and least alone I've ever felt."

"Emotions are complicated."

"Pfff, tell me about it."

"I think you already know quite enough," He chuckled. The blonde haired boy never broke eye contact with me. His cloudy eyes met my emerald ones, searching each other.

"Can I do something?" He asked.

"Um, sure?" I replied, unsure.

And then Draco Malfoy, my brothers sworn enemy, a boy who I wasn't sure I had feelings for, kissed me right there. On the lips. Oh my God.

***

At breakfast the next morning I was over the moon and giddy. I had my first kiss! He pulled away from me, smiled, and we talked more. Then he walked me all the way back to Gryffindor tower and kissed me again!

Sometimes I think I forget that at the end of the day, I'm just a fourteen-year-old girl. I'm not the only one who does, though.

I ate my pancakes and bacon happily, reading my book and smiling.

"Well well well," A voice I knew well said from behind me, "What's got us in such a good mood this morning?"

I looked up, delighted to see the gray eyes I spent so much time memorizing.

"Oh, just this ferret boy I'm pretty fond of," I said, laughing.

"Oh, that's low, Potter," He said, but laughed anyways.

"Come sit," I said to him.

"I'll be alright," He replied, "Your housemates don't seem too pleased with that idea."

"Ugh. Fine. But are we still down for Hogsmeade today?"

"Of course we are. I wouldn't miss it."

"Perfect. I'll see you then."