Distracted.

Milly and Eve

After herbology and my close encounter with Draco the most pressing thing on my mind is where my best friends are. They have skipped before to pursue some risky rumor or dare about the castle, or more often, boys. I have to say I think they have rubbed off on me with all this talk of Draco. With the thought of him a heat bubble forms in the pit of my stomach. I shake my head, no this is NOT happening. I turn my attention back to the where-abouts of Milly and Eve. Usually they ask if I want to come on their ludicrous escapades, but by now I guess they know the answer is no. And what's with Milly not waking me up this morning? I would do it for her if I ever possessed the stamina to wake up earlier. I think about just missing my next class, (for the second time today) to go look for them, but with about one minute to hurry off to Potions, I better not. Maybe they'll be there.

Walking to potions always feels like, being sucked on by a little emotional vacuum. All the chipperness I may have had in me suddenly escapes and I become a tired, cranky Grindylow. I pause and heave a sigh just before entering Snape's dungeon of interesting smells and contagious yawns. I stand in front of the door for a good thirty seconds scanning the room for a short black pixie cut or a mass of voluminous brown strands. I have a quick moment of jealousy for Eve's gorgeous maintainable hair and continue to search. I feel a flicker of anger as I realize my efforts are pointless and I huff to a seat about three rows from the front. I heave out my book and slam it onto my desk, pointless but satisfying. I see a robed shadow sit down next to me in my peripheral vision.

"Well, you've got some serious explai-" I start to demand a reason and realize it wasn't Milly, or Eve. No of course it wasn't. It was blondie himself.

"Sorry, are you expecting someone? I can move." I feel heat rush to my cheeks and I have the sudden urge to melt and become another sketchy stain on Snape's concrete floor.

"Um, no sorry, I just, um, well you don't usually sit here." oh real smooth Mickey.

He flushes a little, "oh, yeah just thought it'd be a nice change." He nods a little and turns his face to the front. I think I embarrassed him which made the whole situation even more humiliating. Just as Snape starts to sneer, the door swings open in the back of the classroom and guess who comes busting in? Milly and Eve. They both look awkward and frustrated scrambling to pull themselves together. I look back up to the greasy headed Professor and see a smirk growing ever so slowly across the lower half of his face. "Ms. Ventergreen, and is that," he almost looks slightly surprised, "Ms.Smith". I hear Draco snort and I roll my eyes. I'd be surprised too, Eve's usually long brushed mane, is frizzy and untamed, resembling that of a hungry wild animal. I restrain a giggle at my cruel little thought and accidentally let out a gross croaking noise. Draco turns around looking a little alarmed but flashes me a warm smile. Did he hit his head?

I look back at my friends trying to conjure the most intimidating glare I can muster. I hold my glare demanding them to look over and feel some sense of remorse for abandoning me. However they don't look over, not once. I can't believe this. I stick up my nose and turn towards the horrifying, shiny, face that is the head of my house.

"I guess not all students have the capability of getting to my class on time," he pauses carefully choosing his next words, "and for that I give you both detention. and I would like an essay from the both of you explaining why you are late to my class, one foot of parchment." he turns sharply, his hair flicking up. He obviously went easy on them, if they were in Gryffindor they would have had points taken from their house, disgusting detention assignments with Filch and probably some other horrible thing. I chance a glance at them and see them sitting next to one another heads hung and looking down. I turn back around in disgust and start doodling on the edge of my parchment.

"Usually, I'd say that's a bloody waste of ink, but your really good." I hear a whisper over my shoulder, my muscles tighten as I feel him lean over my shoulder examining the drawing. I feel his breath brush my cheek and I resist the urge to shiver. "Oh, thanks, it's nothing, just I get bored easy I guess." I almost want to sigh in relief at my decent answer but I stay cool.

"Do you mind?" he asks gesturing to my quill,

"No of course not," I hand him the quill and he wraps his hand around it.

To the excitement of the butterflies in my stomach, he leans in closer and starts to make intricate lines around my doodle of a troll. Why didn't I draw a unicorn? When he leans back and puts my quill down I view his work and I'm impressed. I look at him kind of shocked and he returns my gaze with shocking blue eyes, his arms across his chest. He keeps looking at me. I'm determined to win this one and I stare right on back. He smiles and tilts his head and I can't help but returning the grin. I don't know how long it went on like this, but I soaked up every second getting comfortable in his warm gaze. But eventually Snape told us what potion we would be conjuring and we both looked away, awkward, me smiling like an idiot.

As I stir and chop and mix, I pay very close attention to what I am doing as if he is still watching me, which I know isn't true but I'm tedious anyway. At the end of class we both kind of pack up slowly,"See you tomorrow then?" he looks up at me with that gorgeous face and electrifying eyes and I respond, "Yeah, tomorrow." I smile and then walk away as casually as I can.

My instinct is to walk straight to Milly and Eve and tell them all about it so they can tell me how amazing it was and for me to say it was no big deal, but they're already gone. It's ridiculous, why would they be avoiding me?