Evelyn Potter and the Chamber of secrets ( Draco )

Chapter 3

Evelyn's p.o.v.

I went to the top floor of the bookstore once I found out that Gilderoy Lockhart was going to be signing his signatures for his books, Magical me. He's a fool, I'm telling you. I don't get what people see in him. He's not handsome, yes I repeat, totally not handsome, in other words, super ugly. He looks like an idiot. And I don't even believe that he did all those things he wrote in the ' Magical me '. And worse, Hermione fancies him very much.

I scanned my hands over the books, and pulled out a book of advance spells and charms. I stood at the balcony, while downloading all of the spells and charms from the book, and into my brain.

" What are you doing up here? " I heard a familiar British voice sneered, making me roll my eyes for the third time today, and my eyes are starting to hurt.

I looked up from my book, glaring poisonously into a familiar pair of silver eyes, for interrupting my reading.

" I can say the same about you. "

An awkward tension rised between us, while the both of us locked our eyes, none of us looking away, neither of us backing down.

My eyes left his, and scanned him up and down. He grew many inches, and was taller than me about an inch or two. Most of his baby fat were gone, making him look slimmer and fitter. His hair was as usual gelled up, slick and arrogant like. It was only then I found that his silver eyes roam around me, just like I am doing to him, though, unlike other guys, without lust and desire. Interesting.

" Why are you staring at me, you filthy little Half-blood? " He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

" You are the one who is staring at me- " I was suddenly cut short by some loud applause from below, and immediately groaned loudly, " Not him. Gilderoy freaking idiot Lockfart. "

He immediately snickered at my words, leaning on the railing right next to me.

" What's so funny, Mouthfoul? " I spat angrily.

" You don't fancy that idiot downstairs like other girls does, Potter. " Mouthfoul snickered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

" What gave it away? " I snorted sarcastically, twiddling a strand of hair in between my fingers.

The applauses were louder than ever, and Lockfart strode out from the back store, looking extremely proud of himself.

" Look, that Lockfart has finally and dramatically come out to rescue every lady in this place from suffocation of just wanting to get his autograph. " He spat, and the two of us snickered venomously. I must admit, we have more similarities than I know- wait a minute. Did I just said that? No I did not. Yup I did not. And you read nothing.

The two of us looked down the balcony in silence, with venom in our eyes, but glaring at different people. He was, of course, glaring at my brother. Wait, Harry? When did he come in? But anyways, he looks like he just dusted a mansion without magic. And me at Lockfart.

I can see all the girls in here basically swooning over Lockfart, even Ms. Weasley and Hermione.

A short man holding a camera pushed his way to the front. Must be for the Daily Prophet.

Lockfart was busy posing for the flashing camera. ( Oh he's so handsome. Please note the sarcasm) Until his eyes landed on Harry's lighting scar.

Lockfart said something I can't hear. And the Daily Prophet dude yelled Harry's name, and pushed Harry infront with Lockhart, while Harry looked extremely awkward.

Mouthfoul pushed past me, and slowly headed towards the stairs. But I didn't even gave him a second glance, and looked back boredly at the drama below me.