If I told you I loved you

Chapter 11

Draco's POV

It had been nearly a week since the episode with professor Myden and the interesting potions class. Hermione had put in a complaint about How homophobic the professor had been, even though Harry and I had both gotten over it, she still stood up for us, but we're not complaining. Anyway that potions class, on Monday, was the last we saw of that horrible toad. She was kicked out by McGonagall for and being inappropriate. Today we had potions with McGonagall, she hadn't found a new teacher yet, so she had to fill in.

We had all woken up early and got to breakfast first. "I really hope McGonagall knows what she's doing." Hermione said whilst playing with her eggs on her fork. "She'll be fine 'Mione." Ron replied and grabbed her hand under the desk. "I just feel really bad for Myden, loosing her job because of me." Hermione sounding concerned. "Oh well, she deserved it. It's only her fault for being so rude to Draco and Harry." Pansy shrugged. "Yeah don't fret it 'mione. You did the right thing." Blaise nodded curtly at Hermione, she smiled at them all and continued eating her breakfast. Ron was stuffing his mouth like always, between Blaise and Hermione and Pansy sat between Harry and I. Harry and Hermione were talking about some muggle game called twisted or twister, I wasn't really interested. Ron turned to me and gave me a half smile. I wasn't sure wether He had accepted me yet, but he was being nice I suppose.

Once we had finished breakfast, we had divination. Possibly the worst subject. I sat at a table with Pansy this time and Ron sat with Blaise, Harry with Hermione. We all had to attempt to read our partners palm whilst Trelawney went around the class. The professor was now reading Neville's palm. "I see a reunion, a family but no children with a great life span." She dropped Neville's palm and glided over to Harry and Hermione table. "Miss Granger, why don't you have a go at reading Harry's palm dear." Trelawney gestured to Harry who smiled at Hermione, holding out his palms. Hermione glared at Harry before she grabbed his waists. "I see a desk, oh and one blond boy." Hermione smirked at Harry and Draco as she continued. "I see Harry and Draco having hot sweaty sex all over the de-" "that's quite enough miss Granger." Hermione was cut off by McGonagall, who was standing at the door. "Sybill, may I have a word with mister Longnottom?" McGonagall held her hands together in front of her, still frowning at Hermione. Neville walked off with her and Trelawney walked to the next table.  Pansy, Blaise and Ron all laughed as Hermione sat with her head in her hands, obviously embarrassed while Harry turned beetroot red but I smiled at him.

Next was potions, none of us knew exactly what to expect from today's class.
When we walked to the class, the door was open so we welcomed ourselves in and waited for McGonagall. Blaise had his head buried in his arm on the desk, probably sleeping. Ron tracing all the cracks and dents in the table with his quill, Pansy was plaiting her hair and Hermione was continuously tapping her wand on the table. Harry was looking tentatively out the window, leaning his head on one of his hand and had the other hand tracing patterns on the back of my hand which I held rested on the desk. We were all off in our own little worlds. "What do you think McGonagall and Neville are up to?" Hermione asked. Harry and Ron snickered, they had taken it the wrong way. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. You two are awful." Hermione scoffed at them and hit the two boys on the back of their heads. Pansy and I smirked at Hermione's reaction. Blaise was still sleeping on the desk. McGonagall walked in with a red faced Neville. I didn't know wether he had been crying or he was angry or flustered but Harry and Ron, again took it with wrong way and smirked at each other, earning another scoff from Hermione. "I apologise for my absence, and I hope to get this lesson on with. Now everyone take out your books if you haven't already and turn to page seventy three." Everyone followed instructions in a zombie like state, no one was really listening. Harry was still tracing patterns on my hand but he had flipped it over and started again on my wrist. How can one person have such an effect ones life, that one slight bit of contact can receive this much of a reaction. Normally potions was my favourite class, no matter who the professor had been, but today all I wanted to to was be with Harry, let him trace his soft fingers all over my body, not just my wrist. I wanted him to kiss me and use me as a pillow, I only wanted him. Blaise snapped me out of my thoughts by suddenly sitting upright in his chair and stretching. "Nice of you to finally join us Mr Zabini." McGonagall nodded at him. "I was enjoying that nap." Blaise said under his breath. Ron, Pansy and I chuckled at him, Hermione was listening to McGonagall with all ears and Harry was still unaware Blaise was awake, or that McGonagall was in the room, he was half dead nearly. I elbowed Harry. "Are you even alive?" I joked. Harry shook his head and had a confused look on his face when he noticed that McGonagall was talking about the potion we were making today. "How long has she been here?" Harry leant in at whispered to me. "About ten minutes." I said as I started copying what was on the bored. I smirked at Harry who looked slightly amused and confused at the same time. "What were you thinking about?" I asked him quietly. "I..I don't even know." Harry frowed his eyebrows. I shrugged and got on with writing