It's A Little Thing Called Love

Chapter Two

It’s a Little Thing Called Love

“A tragedy means always a man's struggle with that which is stronger than man.”

- G. K. Chesterton

Draco’s Point of View

As I caught sight of Scarface and Nicoleta, with his arm encircled around her waist, my heart dropped. Or at least it felt like it had some downward motion, perhaps ‘plummeted’ is a better word for this situation.

‘Draco Abraxas Malfoy, you are not lusting for a Gryffindor,’ I chided myself in my thoughts.

The Blood Traitor (Fred) was ogling her as well. I’m not really surprised, more like envious of Potter. She has an amazing body. With her lean structure, long legs, and herself in general, was to die for.

“Stop,” I angrily scolded myself for having these thoughts. “It’s not a compatible match. Everyone knows no one who’s in Slytherin dates a Gryffindor. Father would bloody murder you for thinking this way. You’re breaking the unwritten laws of Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry; for a girl.”

But my heart was tugging back at me telling me differently.

 I kept walking. I tried not to gaze at her as her Metamorphagus eyes changed from navy to a now disturbing yellow, and it clearly read “what-are-you-in-the-name-of-bloody-Merlin-doing?”

Unfortunately, screwed Scarface, saw me eyeing his girl. His angered eyes stared down on me. He began to storm off to me. His face was in a sign of clear jealousy, and it was fuming. I tried not to laugh at the fact he was giving me the satisfaction of him being pissed at me. Nicoleta tried to pull his arm; trying to get his attention. Her eyes were pleading that it was nothing. And they clearly read “it’s not worth it.”

“Sod off, my girl, Malfoy!” Potter boomed his face showing enragement.

Nicoleta finally had enough strength to pull his arm and turn him around to face her.

“Harry, it’s not worth it,” she said with a comforting voice. “It’s not his fault I am too gorgeous for his lust-filled eyes to handle,” she added sarcastically.

Oh, damn! Didn’t she get him there! He face looked away from her and pointed back at me, narrowed. Nicoleta had a smirk on her face; her eyes returned to a normal color of hazel. Potter grabbed her arm and spun her around and pulled her to follow her. Against her own will, Nicoleta followed him reluctantly. Her eyes looked vengeful as she looked back at me. Then they changed to sincere as I felt a pale hand on my shoulder. I looked back to see my father staring down at me intently.

“Draco, why lust for a Gryffindor?” Lucius Malfoy, my father, questioned me. “I will agree that she is a beauty, however, you wouldn’t do something like that, would you? Would you tarnish our family name?”

“Of course not, father,” I replied to him in a semi-monotone voice. “I should not acquaint myself with a blood traitor in the vein of her.”

“Ah, that’s more like it,” his father replied in approval. “Now, may we go back to our house and away from these filthy bloods who contrast from us Purebloods?”

I just nodded in a respectful, cocky reply to my father. As he Apparated us to the Malfoy Manor, I felt the wooziness rushing to my head.

Nicole’s Point of View

I looked back at Malfoy in a sympathetic way. I felt bad for him, but only because his father was a Death Eater. I only know this from my own father. I also knew that Draco was abused by his own father. I am only trying to be as nice as possible, but Draco should know that he shouldn’t be ogling me. My eyes then quickly changed to my normal hazel. I wanted to comfort him from his father, but I knew his father already dubbed me as a blood traitor. Harry was still clamped onto my wrist and was dragging me. He was muttering words I could not catch but from the gist of it, he was still pretty pissed off at Draco.

“Harry, Harry, Harry!” I said, repeating his name three times with a slight hint of hurt in it.

He didn’t hear me, even though I mentioned his name a bloody three times! I decided to try again.

“Harry! You’re hurting me,” I whimpered with the hint of hurt more emphasized.

He didn’t realize what he was doing until he looked at my arm. I had a red mark on where his hand was originally located as he pulled away. I rubbed it to ease the burning area. The pale melanin in my skin wasn’t helping the situation.

“Harry?” I asked him concerned.

He had stopped walking and stood in his place. His back was faced at me. I placed my right hand on his left shoulder. I began to feel him breathing, well, more like heaving.

“Harry?” I asked him again, repeating myself.

I did this thing that looked like a waltz around him. I faced his visage. I poured my neutral hazel eyes into his enormous emerald orbs. I removed my hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cheek. He looked back at me. The vengeance in his eyes was still flowing throughout them, but his eyes than changed to a look of sincerity. Now, at this point, usually the girl leaves him or just waits for him to speak. Instead, he engulfed me in a hug.  I hugged him back in the best way I could muster. He began to ruffle my hair.

“Nicoleta,” he began to whisper in my ear.

I began to giggle as the cool breeze tickled my own skin.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Malfoy get to me and look at what I did to you. It’s unforgivable. You got hurt because of it,” he stammered out.

I just hugged him back. His glasses came in contact with my trailing locks of raven color. He pulled me closer towards him; his arms on my waist. It was quite awkward, only for the fact that I think he was trying to feel my, er, chest.

I waited patiently for him to let go of me. Apparently, he wouldn’t comply with what I wanted. I tried to pull away from him. He gave me his cocky, playful grin as he held a grip on my waist. I was laughing when he did so.

“Harry, Ha-Harr-Harry!” I cried over choked laughter. “Let me go!”

I tried to pull myself away from him. He then, unexpectedly, released me from his cuff. Unfortunately for me, I stumbled and nearly fell onto my face. Luckily, Beauxbatons taught you gracefulness. Thank you, Beauxbatons! I shot Harry an I-am-going-to-get-you-back’ glare as he just smirked back at me.  Instead, I muttered a few words as I swished my ebony wand.

“Winguardium Leviosa,” I muttered as I waved my wand at Harry’s glasses.

His glasses began to float above his head and soon higher than the lot of us. I laughed at his attempted to jump up and catch them. He eventually said ‘Accio glasses’. I was in hysterics by then as he placed them on his head.

“Accio, glasses,” I chanted as his spectacles flew directly to my palm.

I laughed as Harry was trying to see who took his glasses. His emerald irises were squinted at me.

“Nicole, this is not funny,” he said in a serious tone, as he tried to browse throughout the crowd of wizards in between us.

I decided to mimic him.

“Nicole, this is not funny,” I repeated nearly hitting every note in his voice.

“Very funny, darling, but may I remind who what age we are?” he responded as he drew out his wand.

“Then catch me!” I said as I sprinted around the people with his glasses in my hand.