the lost boy, a draco malfoy love story

chapter three

two weeks has pasted as elodie and iris make their way to potions.

elodie and iris to their disapproval have two classes together, potions and charms. elodie also shares six of seven classes with cedric, making an easy path for their little love story to start growing on.

as two weeks has pasted since the girls arrived, word got to the slytherins that iris was a muggle born witch, opening flood gates to never ending torment even from draco malfoy, someone she has been trying to crush her feelings for over the past two weeks. you'd think that the rudeness he shows her would be enough but iris always seems to find a look in his eyes as if to say "i don't mean any of this" and iris somehow believed this look.

walking into potions, iris looks around the classroom heading for her seat, she spots draco sitting with fellow slytherins laughing about something. iris watched draco as she made her way to her seat, watching him laugh so freely with his friends, his gorgeous smile made a small one appear on her face. iris shoved her feelings down as she sat down, opening her book.

maybe elodie was right about draco malfoy not wanting to mix with anyone outside of slytherin, let alone a muggle born. thats why his been flat out ignoring me.

"today we'll be making the potion of amortentia. who can tell me what it is?" the professor speaks

hermonie raises her hand. elodie and iris have grown close to hermonie, forming their little girl group. hermonie and iris bond over both being muggle born, they share stories and things so many of the others have no clue about.
"sir, amortentia is a love potion, you smell what you most desire."

iris completely away in her thoughts quickly snaps out of it when she hears that god awful slytherin, blaise zabini, start with her.

"oi mudblood" blaise calls catching the attention of both iris and draco.

draco wants nothing more than to be able to defend the girl who has so quickly grabbed his attention but he can't be defending a muggle born witch being in slytherin, surrounded by people who torment iris day by day. draco finds him hating himself when he joins in on the torment, god he hates himself more when he slips out ''mudblood" to iris.

iris sends blaise a glare, choosing not to reply to his insult.
"i'm trying to talk to you, filthy mudblood" blaise smirked, sniggering with the slytherins he sat with, draco included.
iris shook her head, he just doesn't let up does he? she thought to herself.

"are you right zabini?" iris turned in her chair, slamming her book shut. only if looks could kill.
blaise just sniggered to his house mates at her sudden outburst.
"call me or anyone else a mudblood, in fact if i hear another insult being thrown at someone from your mouth, your tounge will the first thing to go." she snarled sending the surrounding slytherins a glare. her eyes meet draco, his green yet grey tinged eyes seemed to be filled with remorse but iris just sent him the same glare.

"what is going on here?" the professor yelled while he came walking across the classroom.
neither spoke, draco decided he wanted too.
"zabini was being an utter dick and he got a fair talking to." draco smirked at iris as she turned to face him.

"malfoy and garcia, up the front if you will." the professor had a finger pointed at them both.

"you two will share with the class what you smell in the amortentia potion."
muffled grumbles could be heard from the both of them.