You Are In Love

Wildest Dreams

He said let's get out of this town
Drive out of the city
Away from the crowd
I thought heaven can't help me now
Nothing lasts forever
But this is gonna take me down

He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins my one condition is

The next morning at breakfast, I'm sitting down at the table eating a bowl of oatmeal, (I've never tried it before and I wanted to, it's delicious!), when I feel an intense gaze set on me. I look up and see Malfoy quickly divert his eyes. I guess he found the note, I smirk and Ron sits down next to me. "Mornin' Mate." He says groggily, setting a few slices of toast onto his plate, along with some sausages, eggs and a glass of pumpkin juice. I suppress the urge to gag at the sight of all his food, and I push away my half-finished oatmeal, my appetite still not very big. "What's got you smirking?" Ron asks around a mouthful of toast. "Firstly swallow," I begin teasingly, "Secondly, I have no clue what you're talking about." I finish.

Ron shrugs in reply and goes back to eating. Hermione sits down next to me, looking a bit frazzled. "What's up 'Mione?" I ask her. She starts serving herself, "I've just come back from the library, I was reading. When somebody came up to me and knocked down all my books!" She says. After finishing, she looks down at her breakfast. Ron and I just look at each other, sensing that she doesn't really want to speak. I glance up again, and I see that Dra-Malfoy, has left the table. I get up, without finishing my meal, get my schedule from McGonagall. I look down at it;

Monday

9:00: Potions
10:00: Charms
11:00: Defence Against the Dark Arts
12:00: Lunch
13:00: Transfiguration
14:00: Herbology

I shrug, satisfied with my courses and grateful for the fact that Snape has allowed me to continue in his class because I have decided to no longer pursue a career as an Auror but as a Healer instead. I'm tired of fighting people, I just want to help heal. I walk down to the dungeons and arrive in the class, early for once. I take a seat and wait for the class to fill out. Once it does, Professor Snape begins the lesson. "Today, we will be brewing a Singing Potion. Now, this potion may seem useless, but it causes the victim to sing what they're feeling. Here are the instructions, you may begin." He finishes.

I read through the instructions, and I head to the storage room to gather ingredients. I grab them and get my potion started. After 45 minutes I've finished my potion without any mistakes, I actually think that I might hand in a successful potion. Of course, Neville tripped and knocked the rest of my potion onto me. My mouth was open at the time, and I swallowed a big mouthful. Snape walks over to see what all the noise was, Nevile is standing there guiltily. "Mr Potter, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" I get up nervously, and I catch Draco's eye. "Uh..." I start to say, but then it comes right out;

I said no one has to know what we do
His hands are in my hair
His clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound
Nothing lasts forever
But this is gettin' good now

I stop abruptly, clearing my throat, blushing from head to toe. Shit! Why does this always happen to me? Well, at least the potion worked, and I can give my vial to Snape. "Well, Mr. Potter, I have no choice but to give you top marks," Snape says begrudgingly, walking away with a swoosh of his robes. I vanish the potion from my clothes and from the floor. "I'm really sorry mate." Neville says, "At least you can sing." He says jokingly. I smile up at him, "It's alright things happen." I clean my cauldron and put away the leftover ingredients. In the storeroom, I finish putting my things away and I'm about to walk out when I walk into someone else. He catches me and whispers, "Careful Potter." I didn't see him, but I know who it was. Draco Malfoy.

I spend the rest of the day in a coma like a state. I can't stop thinking about Malfoy, I don't know why. The memory of his warm breath in my ear is replaying it's self over and over in my head. Something has to be wrong with me, maybe Malfoy cast a curse on me. No, that's not it. Maybe it's l-love. The thought hits me like a ton of bricks, and so does something else. I cry out as I fall to the floor. I look up and Crabbe is standing over me. "Hey, Potter! Are you turning into a girl? What was the song you where singing? Who's your boyfriend Potter?" I get up and walk away, I can feel a big bruise forming on my knee, and my nose is bleeding heavily. I'm on the second floor so I go into the second-floor bathroom.

I walk in there and sit down, the floor moving and the walls spinning. I put my head between my knees, and let the blood flow onto the floor. My breathing returns to normal, and I can feel someone's presence. "Hello?" I try to say, but my mouth is full of blood so I have a bit of trouble speaking properly. I look up, and I see Malfoy standing in front of me. "What did you do this time, Potter?" He says, without a hint of cruelty in his voice. He holds up his wand and I find myself trusting him, "Episkey." He says softly, and I feel my nose bones go back into place. He finishes with a quick cleaning charm, and I look at him in surprise, "Thank you." He sits down across from me. "So what did happen?" He asks. "Oh, Crabbe sorta decided to hit me for what happened in Potions class," I say, with a sigh at the end.

"I'm sorry." He says. We sit in silence for a bit. "Why are you being so nice?" I ask him. "Potter, Harry, I've had a rough summer, and I can tell that you have as well, so I don't see the point in pretending to be bothered by you." He says, "Oh." He shifts nervously and looks into my eyes. "So... Friends?" He asks, holding out his hand, much like the way he did in the first year. I smile at him, my heart pounding, and I firmly grip his hand. His smile lights up his whole face, and the room at the same time. I get up and help him up, and we walk out of the bathroom, parting ways outside of it. I smile throughout dinner and fall into a deep sleep.