Secrets // d.m

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Butterflies. After the scene between Draco and I took place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they hadn't disappeared. They just kept on swirling inside my stomach, and I hadn't been thinking about anything else. And now, sitting in potions class, I was not paying attention. I just kind of looked at Draco as he did all the work.

Somehow he was managing to act normal, while I did my best not to make it obvious to anyone I was staring. 

"Miss Lawson!" My father's voice spoke interrupting my thoughts. I looked at him and saw him standing right behind me. "And what are you contributing?" My brain wasn't functioning, so I just looked at him for a second before Draco came to my rescue.

"She's participated a lot, professor." I turned to look at Draco again, and I was looking at him in a completely different light after everything that had gone down between us.

"I see," my father spoke with a disapproving look. He didn't believe Draco's words, but I knew he wouldn't dare to question the proud Slytherin sitting in front of me while people were watching. I had no clue what happened between closed doors though. "Well, don't stop on my behalf!" He demanded and walked over to another table.

"So are you going to help, or just continue staring?" Draco asked with a cheeky smirk, and I felt my cheeks begin to heat and I could only imagine how red they'd become. "You're losing your touch Kendall. No snarky comment?" I was still too flustered to say anything. "Disappointing. Really," he shrugged jokingly.

"I wasn't staring!" I said defensively.

"Oh no?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No, I was simply looking, taking notes." 

"I don't see notes."

"Mental notes."

"Ah, I see. So denial?" He said as he kept stirring the potion. 

"No!" I was quick to respond but the insecurity was very clear in my voice. "Maybe a little?" I confessed. "But you didn't hear it from me."

"You think about it a lot?"

"Think about what?" This was me trying to act like normal me, not crushing on my former bully.

"You don't fool me, Kendall!" He was so smug. So happy with himself for what he had achieved. And I wasn't mad about it.

"Fine," I said stubbornly. "It has crossed my mind a few times!" My stubbornness didn't go away even though I was giving in. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of the full truth, that the thought of the kiss hadn't left my mind since it happened. 

"So, I have a suggestion," he said while his cheeky grin still dominating his expression. "Meet me in the courtyard, a quarter to midnight."

"What?" 

"Bring some thick clothes, it's getting chilly out. Don't want to catch a cold."

"Draco, hang on-"

"Oh and don't get caught!" Was the last thing he said before he got up from his seat. Time had passed by so quickly and the class was over before I knew it. "Don't be late!" And he was out the door. I sat in awe for a moment before I was interrupted.

"Kendall?" I looked towards the source of the voice, and saw Hermione accompanied by Ron. Her face was laced with a concern. "You alright?" 

"Of course!" I nodded. "Just the regular you know!" I tried to smile at them, but they didn't seemed convinced. 

"Join us for lunch?" Ron smiled back, trying to pretend like nothing.

"Sure." On our way to the Great Hall I just listened to Ron and Hermione bicker ever the slightest about another of their on-going fueds. I didn't really pay much attention to them. My mind was somewhere else completely. I was trying to figure out what these feelings really were. How had they changed so suddenly? And was I really having warm feelings for Draco, or was I just mesmerized by the kiss? And was he really interested in me, or could this all be a stupid bet? All questions I needed answered as soon as possible, because this was not a matter I wanted to lose sleep over.