Last Words Should Always Be I Love You ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 8

Monday.

Draco had always hated Monday more than anybody else. 

But Today was an exception.

He hadn't seen Genevieve all of Sunday as she'd spent the day in her dormitory with the girls, and sat at the other end of the table from him during meals, much to his disappointment. He hope he hadn't scared her, it was just the fact he couldn't stop looking at her face, which to him was picturesque. Draco had barely slept Sunday night, drifting away from conversations with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy frequently and wondering the next time he would see her. 

When Crabbe and Goyle often asked him what was wrong, he reluctantly tuned into the conversation again momentarily, before returning to his thoughts. When Pansy would snap at him about ignoring her and looking longingly down the Slytherin table, Draco would scowl and growl at her. She'd haughtily turn away, folding her arms across her chest.

Monday morning finally came.

Draco woke up at five. He changed into his robes and spent about an hour in the bathroom, clucking and fussing over his hair and clear, porcelain skin. He spent about twenty minutes of that hour just staring in the mirror, worry creasing his brow. When he heard Crabbe and Goyle finally groaning and stirring, he slipped out of the bathroom and settled on his bed, legs folded underneath him and a book perched on his lap. Although he didn't read it.

He sat there, staring blankly at the page and thinking of her face. Just thinking about it filled his body with a nervous shiver.

When Crabbe and Goyle were finally ready for breakfast after an hour of walking around him and moaning due to the sunlight, Draco hurried down ahead of them, leaping down banisters and almost flattening first years and Mrs Norris, the cat. He skidded into the hall, feet burning and ears pounding. His face fell. 

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"Hello young ladies," Fred and George sidled over to the Slytherin table and slid into the seat next to the girls. George slipped beside Senemare and draped an arm over her shoulder and she blushed the deepest shade of scarlet Genevieve had ever seen. Then Fred settled next to Genevieve and she herself turned deep red, as Fred placed a warm, slender hand on her shoulder.

Elissa, who had looked shocked by their arrival, was struggling to smother her laughter, and Bizelda was scowling at Senemare who was looking star struck at George.

"Fred and George. Fred and George Weasley." George leaned over the table and mountains of food to extend a hand to Genevieve, who shook it gingerly. "We couldn't help but notice you and your sudden arrival. What's your name, sweetheart?"

Genevieve stared blankly at George, and when she finally realized he was talking to her, Fred was smiling charmingly, fondling her shoulder tenderly. 

"M-m-me?" Gen stuttered, and George nodded. Gen blushed the most she ever had. "Genevieve. Genevieve Thornsnipe."

"What a lovely name!" A pretty red haired girl, who Gen assumed was Fred and George's sister, said, coming up from behind George.  "Ginny. Ginny Weasley. Our brother Ron and his friends Harry and Hermione are on their way over now-"

"HELLO!" Another red haired boy, who must have been Ronald, said. "Nice to meet you-" He said breathlessly, shoving his hand into Gen's face.She shook it gently. "This is- Harry- and- Hermione." He panted gesturing to a frizzy brown haired girl and a handsome, ebony haired boy with green eyes.

"We can't speak for long I'm afraid, because of the pink toad. But, we'd like to meet up at break today if that's okay! You all seem really nice," The brown haired girl grinned at all of the girls.