Hanna Lily Potter (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5: An Interesting Morning?

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Chapter 5: An Interesting Morning?

I’m walking back to the Gryffindor tower. Everyone is staring at my attire. Two Slytherin boys wolf-whistle at me. I start to cry, again. I start to run. Someone grabs my wrist and pulls me into yet another secret corridor. My morning is going just great. I turn and look at the person who dragged me into this bloody corridor. “Malfoy?!?”

“Potter?!?”

“Why the heck did you pull me into this bloody corridor?!?”

“I thought you were Pansy.”

“But I have red hair!”

“So, who cares anyway?”  He says. I realize the tears had stopped, but I began to cry again.

“Go away, Malfoy!”

“Why are you crying?” For a moment, I thought I saw some softness in his eyes, but it must have been my imagination because he eyes were still the cold, glazed hardness that always seems to be there.

“None of your bloody business!” I continue to cry. I lean my back against the wall and slide down to the floor. I put my forehead on my knees. I feel him sit down next to me. He puts his arms around me. He pulls me head against his chest. I lean into him and cry into his chest. I feel warm and safe. It’s like his body is a muggle space heater.

“Hanna?!? You really are like Pansy! One boy to the next! You definitely are no sister of mine! Wow! Malfoy? Really, Hanna? Even you can do better!”

“Harry? Please. It isn’t what it looks like. He was comforting me. BECAUSE OF YOU!”

“You think I’ll believe that?!? He’s Malfoy! He just wants to get in your pants!” I jump up and pull out my wand.

“Harry! I’m warning you! Stop! What happened to my caring, loving brother? What happened?” I’m crying even harder. Malfoy grabs my wrist and lowers my wand. He is standing behind me. I turn and he hugs me. It’s soothing. My body is instantly warm. “Thank you, Malfoy.” I whisper in his ear.

“Call me Draco.” He whispers in mine. I smile.

“Hanna! Yeah, I’m still here! What’s Fred gonna say?”

“SHUT IT, HARRY! WHAT THE BLOODY HAPPENED TO YOU! ARE YOU JEALOUS JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN’T FIND SOMEONE TO LIKE YOU?!?”

“HANNA LILY POTTER, YOU ARE COMING WITH ME THIS MOMENT!”

“Don’t touch her, Potter!” Mal- I mean Draco sneers at him.

“Harry? What happened?” I ask him.

“Since when are you a family traitor? Since when do you date one of my mates?” he spits at me.

“How am I a family traitor? Fred asked me out. George did, too. I can’t help it. I don’t know what they see, but apparently they see something I’m not.”  I’m crying again. I didn’t realize I had stopped until I let the tears fall again.

“You are in the arms of a Slytherin! Are you trying to be a disgrace to our family?”

“Watch yourself, Potter!” Draco snarls.

“Sorry, Draco, but I am being a disgrace to my family.

“But, Hanna… I mean whatever you filthy mudblood!” he stormed away.

“Happy, Harry?” I ask Harry.

“Come on. Let’s get you changed.”

*

I’m sprinting down to the Great Hall. I have to get my schedule from McGonagall. I run straight into yet another brick wall. I look up. “Malfoy?” at least I didn’t almost fall this time.

“Potter.” He says coldly.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” he grabs my wrist and drags me into the closest broom closet. “Draco?”

“Don’t call me Draco, you filthy mudblood! I am superior to you! I am of pure blood! You will call me Malfoy!” There was something wrong with his eyes. They weren’t cold or hard. They were soft and hurt.

“Malfoy, what's wrong?” I say ignoring the fact he called me that… that… word.

“Nothing, mudblood.”

“Malfoy! Stop calling me a mudblood.”

“Potter! You are a mudblood.” I begin to cry. “Bloody h*ll! Hanna, I’m sorry. Come here.” He says gently. His eyes are so soft and welcoming, so I go to him, and he hugs me. Because he is 5’3, and I am 4’11, he rests his head on top of mine. He lightly kisses the top of my head. I tilt my head up. He leans down and kisses my cheek.

“Dra- I mean Malfoy?”

“Hanna, I’m sorry. You can call me Draco, I mean if you want to.”

“Draco… we shouldn’t do this I’m dating Fred.” I’m looking at his eyes. They are soft and sweet and loving, maybe, but as I say that, I see hurt in his eyes, but in a split second it’s gone and replaced by a guarded wall. “Draco, I’m sorry…”

“Hanna, you’re right.” He begins to let go of me. I realize he is so warm because as soon as he begins to let go, it’s like there is a sudden draft.

“Please, don’t let go.” I stutter and stumble.

“But, Hanna…” And I stand on my tippy toes and pull him down to me. I kiss Draco Malfoy. The kiss is amazing.

*

I somehow let Draco go and got my schedule. I am now following McGonagall to her classroom because I have here first thing this morning. I’ve had such an… interesting… morning. We get to her classroom and I sit in the back row farthest from the door. I began to think about what happened between me and Draco. It was just a kiss, just a peck. If I thought Fred’s kiss was amazing, I was wrong. Draco’s kiss set my entire body on fire. Then it hits me. Fred is my first boyfriend, and we have been dating for not even twenty-four hours. And I’ve already cheated on him with none other than my brother’s worst enemy. I can’t let that happen again. But I want it to happen. But it can’t. Draco and I are gonna be just friends because that’s all we are and all we have been. I mean, I like Fred, not Draco… I think.

All the first year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors are settled in by now, yet Ginny still hasn’t shown up. I am beginning to worry. The bell rings, and in walks Ginny looking all flustered and sorta sweaty.

“Sor-r-ry… Professor. Geor-r-ge, told me… that… that your classroom was on… on … the seventh floor. I got up there an-n-nd asked a seventh year Gryf-f-f-f-f-findor, and they… they… said you were down here.” She chokes and stumbles out her excuse.

“Since it is the first day, I will let it slide. Don’t. Let. It. Happen. Again.” She said the last bit with each word its own sentence. Ginny took a seat next to me. She was still trying to slow her breathing and heartbeat from all the running.

“Are you okay?” I mouthed.

“I think.” She mouthed back. I let out an involuntary giggle. I cover my mouth like I was shocked. Then my stomach growls. I realize I forgot breakfast. I, then, remember my diet. I am not going to be able to eat for at least two days to get back on track. I still don’t see what Fred and George are going on about. Why anyone would want me as their girlfriend, I have no clue.