Starting Spark

The Eventful Afternoon

Draco's P.O.V

So ... uh ...What happened to you? Why were you crying?" I finally asked after few short, weird exchanges in words. I feel like a girl to be honest, asking these questions. I don't really bother about how everyone around me feel and react to certain things, but then again, I've never really interact with anyone before Hogwarts.

"I ... er ...don't really feel like talking about it right now."She said looking down at her new brown shoes, that she probably bought in Diagon Alley. "You know what? I ... um ... I don't feel really comfortable sitting here and everything ... so ... I ... yeah"

I knew it would come. I would mess it all up and then she'd get freaked out and then she'd leave me there and go sit somewhere else. I have to think of something right now, so she wouldn't leave her seat. I was having such a great time talking to her and everything.

"Yeah... I understand." I tried to make the saddest face I can manage to make Clarissa feel guilty about her actions, so she wouldn't move her seats.

Yeah, I know selfish, huh?

Then I feel her hand on mine.

Oh god, my heart is racing like crazy.

"It's okay. If you need a friend for the lesson, I can be there for you." She smiled at me, even though her eyes were still cherry red.

So full of hope, I silently smiled to myself.

I still don't understand how some people can be so incredibly nice, example Clarissa and my mother, and some could be so horrible, example my father and Harry Potter.

"Thank you, I really do appreciate it."I returned her smile, then right away, Professor Snape walked in looking as grave as always. No surprise there.

"Get out your cauldron that you should've already prepared when you were waiting for me." He said coldly. I really have no idea why I actually enjoy his lesson, but for some reason I just do. Maybe it's because he's a Slytherin or maybe because I'm his favourite student, but I don't really know. Besides, Potion lessons are actually quite depressing if you think about it.

Everybody took out their cauldron and put it on top of their desk, over some fire. Professor Snape starts to write things on the board and then we started to do as the board say to finish the potion, as he had wanted.

"One set of these, and this. Then mash it up. Perfect, as fine as sand." I heard Clarissa muttered in concentration as she worked on her potion, making me smile. She makes me truly smile like no one can. Maybe I enjoy Potions because Clarissa enjoys it too.

Well, kind of enjoys it. (Because I really can't see anyone truly enjoying Potions, especially in such a depressing classroom that reminds you a lot of the Malfoy Manor)

Maybe because her mother's an Auror and everything, that's why she's gifted with the skill of Potion making. Even though she did make a couple mistakes in her last potion, it was pretty good.

"Green, it should be green. Why isn't it green?" She muttered in frustration.

Looking over to her potion, which was scarlet, I said, "Maybe you forgot these."

I held up a bottle full of Snake Fangs, and gave her an encouraging smile that somehow manage to stay stuck on my face long enough to ache my cheeks. She always makes me smile and I don't seem to know why.

But I like it.

Well, minus the pain the smile gives of course. I wonder how the happy-every-day people do it. They must have like artificial cheeks or something.