Always Had A Thing For Bad Boys [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

Always Had A Thing For Bad Boys [A Draco Malfoy Love Story] (5)

Chapter Five:

(Year One)

**Draco's POV**

I was being nice to her.  Big woop.  Which I hate to admitt this but...it was.....ugh it was nice talking to her.  It was incredibly weird and unusual.  She seemed fazed by it too.  Hey it's not every day you get to talk to someone as gogeous as me.

"Why did you even like that Potter anyway?" I asked. 

Sam blushed and looked away.  That question was something that had been on my mind for a while now.  I mean what did that Potter have that I didn't?  I mean I was better looking, I was more powerful, I was smarter.  If that Potter really was smart he wouldn't have hurt Sam like that.  Sam needs someone who will love her and someone who's....well....like me.

Wait.....

Woah.  Woah woah woah.  What???  What did I just think??  No someone who is not like me not like me at all.  The exact opposite of me.  You know now that I think about it Potter and Johnson does have a nice ring to it.....

"Well...it's complicated" Johnson said.

"Try me.  I'm the king of complication" I said.

Sam...I mean Johnson sighed. She looked away.

Yes 'she'.  That's good. 

"Well the way me and Harry met was the way my dad and.....mom....met" Tears started to form in her eyes.  I recently found out her mother had gotten killed.  Oh and you'll never guess by who.  My father.

"Hey it's okay" I said rubbing her back.  She looked at me and smiled.  The smile quickly faded.  My smile did too.

"I uh...gotta go" I said quickly grabbing my stuff and getting up.  I left fast.  Before I departed I did see Harry glare at me.

Did I detect envy in his glare?

**Sam's POV**

Draco...I mean, Malfoy was being so nice to me.  It was so weird.

"I uh...gotta go" He said quickly and grabbing his stuff.  He left quickly and glimpsed towards the Gryffandor table.  I did too.  Harry was glaring at him.  Why on earth would he do that?  Well he did make Harry's life a living-

The bell rang.  I grabbed my things and went to Potions class with Snape.  And Harry.  And Draco. 

MALFOY! I meant to say Malfoy.....totally......

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I didn't look at Malfoy let alone Harry.  Actually I didn't know where to look.  Harry was glaring at Mafloy, Malfoy was staring at me, Snape was glaring at Harry, and I?  I was staring down.  Hey where else was I suppose to look?  At the glaring Snape?  The glaring Harry?  They starey Malfoy? Maybe at Ron staring at Hermione who had her nose shoved into a textbook. 

"Everyone.  Read pages 100-297 to yourselves.  If I hear talking there will be serious consequences.  Is that understood Ms. Johnson?" Snape sneered.

What's up with the Ms? 

"Yes sir" I said looking innocent.

I opened up the textbook.  The cycle of staring/glaring was still going on.

Ron>Hermione>Book

Snape>Harry>Malfoy>Me>No where.

I sighed quietly.

I glanced at Malfoy.  It didn't look like he was glaring.  Just...I don't know...trying to study me?

"Try studying the work and not me" I whispered so Snape wouldn't hear.