The Girl Who Lived (Draco Malfoy x OC)

The Truth

September 9th 1996

I love the way you talk, I get lost in those green eyes.

Harper flicked the parchment as she read it over the third time. It was her fourth scroll now, found slipped into her backpack. Hermione asked if she recognised the hand-writing, but it was such simple cursive that anyone could have written it. She tucked it into her sleeve, returning to her reading in the study hall. It was a romantic notion at first, leaving her heart feeling light and fluttery, but now she was getting a little anxious by the letters. Someone was watching her quite constantly. Thinking about her daily. Writing to her anonymously. Why didn't they just come forward and expose themself? What purpose did loving from the shadows serve?

She tapped her fingernail on the table restlessly as names of boys rolled through her head. She was confident it wasn't Jack. After all, it wasn't his style, he was upfront and obvious. He wouldn't want her thinking it was someone else and sharing the credit. She considered one of his friends, perhaps they were sending them behind Jack's back in fear he wouldn't approve. But all of his friends were idiots, they wouldn't be able to pull off such splendid words. No, this was someone rather intelligent. She pictured the single Ravenclaws, Michael Corner, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein. Harper didn't imagine she was really their type. Then again, they could surprise her.

"Harper," Ron wheezed to her side. "Can you cut out the tapping?"

"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly in the silence of the study hall.

"You right?" He asked, eyeing her face. "You seem tense."

She nodded. "Yeah, just reading some intense D.A.D.A stuff."

Ron's eyes flickered down to her Astronomy book. "Right."

She slumped back into her chair, returning to her list of boys. It wouldn't be too out of character for a Ravenclaw to write love letters. They did enjoy their words after all. Unknowingly she started tapping again. Her eyes glimpsed over to Michael Corner and Terry Boot at the far end, nose deep in their writing. She scrunched her own nose, they weren't really her type. But curiosity had the better of her, she needed to find out.

As study hall wrapped up, Harper found herself shadowing their footsteps to the Great Hall, Ron in tow.

"Corner, Boot!" She called with a winning smile.

"If you're going to ask for copies of their notes, can you get me one too?" Ron asked to which Harper glared at him disapprovingly. Ron raised his hands defensively. "Hey, you're 'the Chosen One,' figured they'd do anything for you."

The tall Ravenclaws slowed their steps, turning to look at her kindly. She picked up the pace to meet them halfway.

"How are you both?"

Michael furrowed his brow, looking at her questionably. "Quite well, yourself Potter?" He asked in a relatively proper tone.

"Good, good," she nodded her head with a grin, studying both their expressions closely.

Michael Corner looked nothing more than annoyed, as if Harper was being a hindrance in the very moment. Terry Boot on the other hand barely paid her any attention, his eyes moving around them. Perhaps he couldn't look her in the eye?

Harper grabbed her curved locks, flicking them dramatically over her shoulder. Ron made a face of utter confusion, but stayed silent.

"Terry," she never used his first name, "you're smashing it in Charms class, I must say. Maybe sometime later you could give me some tips?" Harper had never batted her eyelashes so much in her life.