Forbidden Love

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I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I HAVE BEEN TO THREE CAMPS IN THE PAST THREE WEEKS IN A ROW I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!!

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Draco's POV

"Malfoy."

My eyes widen with alarm as I realize how close I am to Hermione, and how this must look to Potter, Weaslette, and Weaselbee. I instinctively back away, my face hot. Potter is helping Weaslette off the ground, both staring at me intently, Harry confused, Ginny angry. Hermione is pure white, staring at me with a look of terror in her eyes. As my brain fumbles for an explanation, Weasley barrels at me. I barely have time to reach for my wand when my head smacks the cold, hard ground.

"Malfoy! Why was Hermione lying on top of you? Answer me, ferret!" And with that, he spat on my face. I hear a gasp from none other than Granger.

"Ron!"

"Hermione, he attacked you! I saw it! He deserves it!"

"Ronald! He didn't attack me, we ran into each other when we rounded the corner! Stop making stuff up!" Hermione shouts defensively.

"Ron, it's true. Ginny and I saw it all." Harry says. Weasley's breathing slows, and he pushes himself off me. Hermione shoots him a sharp look, and he unwillingly sticks his hand out to help me up. I grip it tightly and say,

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must speak to McGonagall and then rinse the blood traitor germs off me." I turn on my heel and stalk down the hallway, the sound of Potter dragging Weasley back to stop him from attacking me loud and clear.

Five minutes later, I arrive at McGonagall's door and knock sharply on the wooden door. It opens as soon as my hand leaves the door.

"Come in." A voice calls. I enter the room silently.

"You wanted to see me, Professor." I say as politely as I can.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I did. Sit." Professor McGonagall commands. I obey, sitting across from her in one of the plush chairs around the table.

"Mr. Malfoy, as the year is coming to a close, I must ask you something. You have displayed excellence in all your classes, and your attitude has improved greatly over the course of this year. I believe you have the strength to take this on. I have chosen you to be Headboy next year." Me? Headboy?

"Professor, I can't possibly...why me?"

"I have already explained to you why, Mr. Malfoy."

"Who's Headgirl?"

"I have appointed her already, but I still must tell her. When I do, I will call both her and you to my office to make sure you are comfortable with the arrangements."