The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 4

The Slytherin table was full of delicious foods of all sorts. I helped myself to a chicken leg and some chips. I felt embarrassed to be in the Great Hall at dinner, especially after the whole of my house witnessed me awkwardly hug Draco Malfoy.

"You okay, Piper?" Blaise asked me, noticing my sad expression.

"Yeah." I replied dully.

"I'm sorry about comparing you to your brother earlier."

"No, it's fine. I'm okay."

"It must be about that hug with Malfoy earlier..." I literally wanted to scream the moment Blaise mentioned the hug.

Concealing all the anger bubbling within me, I simply said "No, it's not. I'm tired because of Quidditch, not because of-"

I was cut off by the person who had just sat down next to me.

"Thorne, Zabini." Greeted Draco Malfoy, seating himself next to me. I felt a shiver rush up my spine as his shoulder brushed mine, and suddenly everything felt so hot.

"Hi." I smiled. At least things don't seem awkward between us... yet. Blaise glanced at Malfoy and I occasionally.

"So, when's your next Qudditch practice?" Blaise asked, the level of awkwardness lessening.

"Next week." I said.

The three of us were dead silent for five minutes. Blaise left to go to the common room, so Draco and I were left sat next to each other. I didn't know what to do, what should I say? My hands became clammy and my heartbeat fastened.

"You're looking pretty hot, Piper." Draco said, looking at my face which was red with embarrassment.

A few Slytherins nearby whistled at this comment, making my hide my face in my hands, my wavy brunette locks of hair curtaining my face.

"Oh! Sorry, I meant you looked quite red and a bit sweaty-not that you're good looking-" Draco stopped talking and face-palmed himself.

More nearby Slytherins commented on Draco's last comment, laughing or shaking their heads. I giggled softly into my hands. He was pretty adorable stumbling upon his words, you can't really deny it.

"Look, I'm sorry. Sorry for this awkward day. I'll leave now." Draco was about to get up when I put a hand in his arm.

"No," I giggled, "I'm sorry too. Stay, I don't mind." Draco had a small smile playing upon his lips. He sat down and picked up a chicken leg, placing it in his plate.

"I didn't mean to say you weren't good looking, I just... wasn't thinking straight."

"It's fine, honestly. We all have awkward moments."

Draco then said: "But that doesn't I don't find you good looking, Thorne." He then gave me his trademark Malfoy smirk and swaggered away.

God, Draco Malfoy's such an idiot.

But then I kind of like that idiot.

A little too much.

A/N: Yes this chapter is so short, but the last one was so long. The next chapter is Third Year onwards, not with little snippets of what happened each year. I might get somethings wrong (dialogue wise) but it's my fanfic so who cares? Please keep reading and vote for my chapters (despite the boringness). Thanks!

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