I walked into the three broomsticks just as someone else was walking out. Butterbeer toppled onto my shirt.
"Fantastic," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice like the alcohol from my shirt.
I walked into the bathroom and tried to get it all off. I'm sure someone was waiting, but I forgot to care.
The door opened.
"Did you sneak your way in too?" someone asked. I jumped.
"Uh yeah. My friends wanted to. I'm not into the whole drinking thing though," I said.
"Me too. I'm on a double date and my friends boyfriend dragged us here," she said.
"You go to Hogwarts, don't you?" I asked. You really couldn't tell nowadays with all the French girls and Durmstrang idiots. The girl nodded. She was pretty. Really pretty. And also kind of familiar.
"What's her boyfriends name?" I asked.
"Draco Malfoy," she said through gritted teeth. My insides exploded a little at the sound of his name. I frowned. He was dating someone?
"He's awful," I lied, "I'm Presley, by the way."
"Like, Elvis Presley?" She asked. I involuntarily rolled my eyes as memories flushed back from elementary school. I was the laughing stock of fifth grade.
"You don't know how many times I get asked that back home."
"I'm Gianna," she said, sticking out her hand. I looked her up and down quickly. She seemed nice. I saw the crescent on her shirt. I noticed mine. We were opposites-enemies even, but she seemed cool.
"It's so refreshing to hear a familiar accent here," Gianna said, almost as a side comment.
"I know. The Brits can be very daunting," I said, mock seriousness on my face. I noticed her sizing me up. I raised an eyebrow, slightly.
"Well, I'll see you around Presley," she said, and proceeded to disappear from the bathroom.
Why had she looked so familiar?
She later bumped into me, drunk beyond belief.
"Not much of a drinker?" I laughed.
Cedric Diggory approached me. THATS why she had looked so familiar. She's the girl who'd been on again-off again with this boy. Not that I could blame her. He was hot and all.
I caught a glimpse of Draco and my way out, holding Gianna's friend's hand.
I did my best to not let my eyes fill with tears as I exited the bar.
I returned to Hogwarts with my mind still stuck on Draco Malfoy. The four years that I had known him had been filled with questions. I sat down on one of the couches in the Slytherin common room.
It was a dark and dreary room, walls lined with a deep oak crown lining. There were deep green curtains that covered wooden framed mirrors. No one ever said Slytherins were selfless.
There was a silver rug on the floor. Black leather couches surrounded an ever welcoming fire that was bewitched to be green at the bottom instead of blue. Two silver snakes ensnared over the exit. A black chandelier hung over my head, lined with green paint and silver gems.
I sat for a few minutes, just thinking to myself. I looked to my school bag and sighed. I had a lot of work to do.
I grudgingly pulled myself off the couch and plopped myself down at a table. I finished my potions, herbology and charms homework. I was nearly done with transfiguration when I heard the door open.
"That Potter-"
Ah, so Draco was here. I tried not to pay attention and felt my hands start to shake.
I lifted my head up to see Crabbe and Goyle leave the room. I rolled my eyes. Idiots followed Malfoy around like a blind dog. Not, of course, that I could blame them.
I set the assignment aside so the ink could dry. I reached down to grab another roll from my bag.
"You're one of those Americans aren't you?" I heard Draco's voice said. I rushed to look up, but I hit my head on the table.
"Ouch," I yelped.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Fine, yeah," I said, rubbing my head.
Ink had spilled everywhere on the table.
"Great," I mumbled.
"Let me just, uh, clean this up for you," he smiled. God, he was so attractive. He whispered some sort of spell and all the ink disappeared.
"Thanks," I said.
"J-just so you know," he started to say, looking at his hands.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"The defense against the dark arts homework is easier if you read the second half of the chapter first," he almost whispered.
"Thanks," I said. He wasn't looking at me.
"Do you only talk in one word answers?" He asked.
"No," I replied. He raised his eyebrows. "Not usually, anyway."
"Good to know," he said.
"Yeah, I suppose so," I replied, turning back to my work. I could feel his eyes on me. I looked up to see he was still there.
"Can I help you?" I asked. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. I began to stand up and gather my things to go to bed. I could finish the dark arts homework in the morning.
"You're just very pretty," Draco said. I froze.
"Well, thank you Mister Malfoy," I said. He grinned.
"I'll see you later, Presley," he whispered as he walked away.
He knows my name.
