Famous And A Witch. {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter Ten; What happens in the potions closet...

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Chapter Ten; What happens in the potions closet…

Four days. Four days and that Draco Malfoy hasn’t said a bloody word to me. Not a bloody word! Jesus we go skinny dipping, kiss and he has nothing to say about it? What is wrong with him, as I’ve told him before he needs his bloody head checked out. Katy Perry is right about guys, their hot and cold. Sometimes I think I’d be better off and give up boys for good and become a nun. Sister Athena Janes, ex druggy popstar. I don’t really think a nunnery would take me on after my ‘drug bust up’. I have now concluded that I am officially screwed up the ass.

All of this has happened just because of that drug thing which I didn’t even do for gods sake! I would’ve never been sent to Hogwarts which in turn made me meet Draco Malfoy. Then in task of meeting Draco Malfoy wanting to become a nun which I cant do because of the whole drug thing. I hate my life, why can’t life just have a re-do button it would be a hell of a lot easier.

“Athena.” A harsh whisper breaks me out of my nun-daze.

I look up to my left to see Alice looking at me with a construed face, wait were the hell am I? I look around the room to see Snape shouting at some Gryffindor about vampires or something. I raise an eyebrow at Snape, what is his problem. He’s such a willy, I bet he can’t get laid or can he? Oh god what if he has a better sex life then me? Jesus that would be worrying. Snape the playboy. Oh good I’ve just got some really bad images in my head.

“Athena what’s wrong?” Alice says softly looking at my sour face, I slowly turn my head to her.

“Just thinking about the fact about Snape most likely has a better sex life then me…” I shudder at the end.

Alice looks at Snape then also pulls a sour face; she smacks her hands over her eyes. “The images, oh god!” She whisper-cries.

 I giggle at her reaction. “That’s what I thought!”

Alice sighs and pats my arm. “Great minds think alike.”

I wink at her. “Don’t we all know.”

We stop talking and listen to Snape teaching, by listening it means for me rant on about how Draco and me are working out in my head. What I don’t get is that Draco is so forward with his feelings with me when we’re alone, e.g. the crying ect. But then in public he’s like a flipping clam.

Calms are cool, how could I compare Draco to something which is so cool? Wait that’s insulting to Draco… but then comparing Draco to a clam is therefore insulting to the greatest sea creatures of all time- clams. Wait why am I thinking about clams again? Oh god this is what I get for watching a animal life thingy about clams. And I think Draco’s needs his head checked on.

Anyways back to Draco. Ah, Draco utter massively dribble. Come one whilst we were skinny dipping I did get to check out and stoke his buff chest. I just wish I got to touch his bum as if ‘cause that looked mighty fine as well. Wait stop thinking about Draco’s bum, but come on how can you not?

So basically I need to talk to Draco normally and sort out something with him.  And whilst doing that try and not stare at his buff ass. I’d do that after we’ve had our break-up or make-up snog. Sorted.

“Miss Jane, could you answer the question?” A monotone voice drags out.

I snap out of my Draco-ass daydream to see Snape looking down at me with an eyebrow raised. Oh shit. I run a hand though my hair, which I hadn’t brushed this morning as I got up late.

“Sorry Sir what was the question?” I ask, smiling shyly at sir.

He sighs and walks towards the front of the chalkboard which had ‘death eaters’ written on it. Oh sir you would know a lot about death eaters wouldn’t you? Snape was a death eater no questions asked he most likely has ‘Voldermort’ tattooed onto his ass to show everyone his love of his almighty leader. Anyways back to Snape’s question.