FORBIDDEN FEELINGS

Chapter 34- The BIG Mistake

Ever since that tutoring session I haven't stopped thinking about Malfoy and what he did to me. It replays in my mind endlessly. Does this mean we're getting closer? He hasn't spoken to me since though and he tries to avoid eye contact at with me all times. He also hasn't turned up to tutoring.

It's the 16th April. It's Saturday night and Dumbledore has arranged for us to have an outdoor cinema. We all make our way to the field. It's been lit up with candles and fairy lights. We're allowed one Butter Beer each. 'Nightmare on Elm Street' comes on. We're sitting on beanbags and I'm with Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville. I look around to see where Malfoy is. I spot him sitting next Pansy and his mates. He glances over at me and we both smile.

Near the end of the movie it starts to rain heavily. I keep looking over at Malfoy, he has his arm round Pansy. Why does he keep messing with me like this? "Everyone head to the Great Hall as it had begun to rain" Snape yells so we all go back inside.

Everyone is soaked and we're sitting on our tables. Malfoy and Pansy are laughing with each other and it's really pissing me off. My heart sinks. Maybe he is just using me. He looks over at me and raises his eyebrows. I look away because I can't let him mess with my head.

-Harry's POV-

I'm not sure what is happening, but Jessa keeps looking at Malfoy and she looks kind of hurt. I wonder what he's done to her. I don't care though as she has acted so cruelly towards me. She looks away and I catch Malfoy staring at her. Why does it look like he fancies her? I swear they hate each other. But wait, what if she likes him? I mean they do tutor every week which means they're alone a lot. It doesn't seem right. I hope I wasn't used to make Malfoy jealous.

-Jessa's POV-

A week passes and everything has been pretty average. Malfoy has been teaching me a lot in tutoring but it's really awkward between us and we barely look each other in the eyes.

It's reaching the end of April and I haven't really spoken to Harry at all since Valentine's day. I am such a shit friend omg. I need to apologize.

I come out of the girls toilet and to my surprise Harry is walking past. "Harry" I shout. He turns around and rolls his eyes.

"What?" he mumbles.

"I know this has taken a while to say this, I just wanted to give you space and I didn't really know what to say as I've never been in this position before. I just wanted to say that I am sincerely sorry for what happened that night. I don't know what got into me"

"I guess it's okay. But I feel like you used me to make Malfoy jealous. Do you like him or something?"

"Whatttt! Of course not. Why would anyone like him?"

Harry's eyes widen in shock.

I continue "He's just a lanky, egotistical, selfish twat who has the greasiest hair ever, like I could actually fry an egg, like I could have a whole English breakfast with all that grease on his head. And his pale skin, don't even get me started on that, he needs a good holiday, like a long ass holiday. And have you seen his skinny legs, they look like chopsticks, you could snap them in half with one kick."

Harry gasps "Bit harsh, don't you think?"

"No, not at all. Thought you hated him"

"Urm, he hates me more than I hate him I think"

I let out a laugh "You're joking, right? Anyway, give me a hug"

He gives me a stiff hug "Loosen up" I say.

He lets out an awkward laugh and says "I'm off now. See you later"

"See you later!"

I sigh. Why was he acting so weird? I turn around and... oh no.

Malfoy is standing right there. Am I dreaming? My heart actually does a flip. He frowns and he looks so hurt. Why do these bad things keep happening to me? I didn't mean anything I said. I only said it because I felt bad for Harry.

"Malfoy" I say, but I know there's no going back.

He gulps and walks off. I am the worst human being in the world. I was literally just getting closer to him and now I'll probably never get a chance ever again. This is a nightmare. Wait does this mean I've caught feelings for him? I hope not because I know for a FACT, he will never go for me again after what just happened. I hate myself.