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Chapter Three: Some Secret Admirer...

Chapter Three: Some Secret Admirer...

Written by: Spinnerprince

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An elder man peered in from the door and stared. The scene was an odd one and it made him curious. There was Crabbe and Goyle out in the hall, peering in through the windows and imitating the famous monkey scene where Crabbe had his hands over his ears and Goyle had his hands over his mouth. Hear no evil, speak no evil.

Parkinson was acting as the ‘See No Evil’ part, closing her eyes in a tearful sob and crying even harder when the teacher was in. Draco just flashed a fake-horrified face as he stroked Pansy’s hunched back. It was smooth, soft…a loving gesture that I got jealous of.

But I quickly looked away and faced the person in the door, keeping my bat steady. There really wasn’t a point in hiding it since he’s already seen it. Besides, hiding it just makes me look guiltier. I could feel Draco watching smugly.

The man blinked slowly.

He just eyed me from behind his old glasses. I recognized him as a Professor at Hogwarts but never remembered his name. Ian… er, Ivan... Evan Sassone or some other.

“Miss Connolly,” he said in a droll tone. “I trust that this is mere self-defense, in which case, you are let off with a warning. But should this incident repeat you shall receive detention.”

It took a while for his words to register in all of us.

Oh…so I’m not in trouble. I thought, smiling. That’s good.

I’m happy.

Draco, on the other hand, turned pink.

“WHAT?!” He glowered, immediately dropping the fake act of being hurt for his girlfriend and snapping a look at the elder man. “That’s stupid. Why not just give her detention? I mean, look at what she’s done to Pansy!”

“And what a wonderful person she turned out to be,” he muttered not-so-secretly. Pansy paused for a bit, about to make a snide comment but remembered that she still had a part to act. She kept sobbing, though not as convincing.

I rolled my eyes. Tch. They’re SO fake.

Draco squinted, wrinkling his mouth distastefully. “My FATHER will hear about this, you know?”

“Oh yes. Dear, old Daddy Malfoy will come to rescue his delinquent baby Draco because he can’t grow up and fend for himself. That’s quite mature of you.”

Pansy cried out – the acting not as effective since she hadn’t been trying much after hearing I was off the hook – and grabbed Malfoy. “Load of hog’s wash, you are!!”

“Watch it, Parkinson.” Professor said dangerously.

Pansy retaliated by scrunching up her face as much as she could and stuck a stubby, slimy tongue out at him. “Stupid git!”

They walked out like some grumpy couple as Crabbe and Goyle followed. They offered a sincere, quiet apology but dashed off as their leaders went on. Two feet from the compartment, though, I saw Draco kiss Pansy’s head lovingly.

…A little part of me killed itself.

Unbeknownst to me, Draco glanced back, about to say something, but stopped. It was then I realized that I’d easily let my emotions take over. Which was so not like me. I should’ve looked annoyed, irritated. I should’ve been relieved that they’d finally left. But NO.

I just HAD to look HURT.

The idea that Pansy could get someone, unlike me, really bothered me. And the fact that the guy she just so happened to be dating was the only one I actually liked pained me even more.