Want To Be (d.m.)

three

In the days after you Yule Ball and leading up to the next challenge in the Tri Wizard Tournament I manage to avoid Draco almost completely. I've spent more time with Ron, Harry and Hermione who have come to be known as the "golden trio", something I actually don't mind being excluded from.

I sit in the library alone, cramming for an upcoming Defence Against the Dark Arts test, trying desperately to remember spells. As I do so, someone plonks their books down beside me and I look up to meet Hermione.

"I really hope you don't mind me studying with you, I just need some space from those boys for a while," she smiles.

"No problem, just reviewing spells for Dark Arts." She nods and glances over the open textbook and notes I have sprawled out before me.

"Oh yeah, I forgot this one," she says, pointing to the Ruddikulus charm.

"That would make two of us!" I giggle. We study for a while together, glancing over each other's notes. It feels nice to have a friend, especially on who understands your love for study. After a while I find I don't have the capacity for any more spells so I stand up and begin to wander through the endless shelves of books containing endless stories and tales of battle. I find myself before a shelf of books about the telling of prophecies and ones which came to pass. I open the book and instantly, the musty, old book smell fills my nostrils as I turn page after page, breathing in great telling's of the future.

"GOODY!" someone suddenly shouts behind me.

I scream and drop the book to the floor, the bound pages coming off the hardback cover, so frail after years of use. Draco laughs loudly behind me, shoulders shaking lightly with his hands in his pockets at my misfortune.

"Look what you made me do!" I exclaim.

"Oh well, probably too old for fairy tales anyway," the blond boy shrugs.

"Not fairy tales, and not my book you prick, now I'll have to take it to the librarian."

"Or..." Draco pulls his wand from his pocket and looks over his shoulder before clearly reciting; "Reparo!" before motioning for me to pick the book back up. The cover is properly bound back to the pages and Draco offers me a smug look which is softened by the warm evening sunlight streaming through the window to our left.

"Nicely done."

"As always."

"What do you want, Draco?"

"Ooo, first names now Goody?" he teases.

"I said-"

"I know what you said... Naomi," he stresses every syllable of my name and leans closer to me with his hands still shoved in his pockets, as if my name is a secret between us. I blush at his brief proximity.

"What is it then?"

"Noticed you've taken to the Gryffindors now, haven't you?" he cocks his head to one side.

"And what's it to you?"

"Fraternising with the enemy much?"

"Some would say that's what I'm doing now," I shoot back. He holds his hands up in defence.

"Well, we all know how you love the enemy, Naomi," he winks, his tongue slightly grazing over his bottom lip. Wait, why am I noticing his lips?

"I wish I knew what you mean by that Malfoy, but I don't so I'll be off now," I say in an effort to escape the growing heat of our discussion, emphasising his last name in attempt to regain control.

"I don't think we're done yet," Draco says, stepping closer to me and reaching up to place a hand on the bookshelf above me, closing me in. "Why be like that, Goody? Shy and sensible but no stranger to seduction and sleuthing? I don't get you, Goody," he asks almost silently, inches from my face. His warm, minty breath fans across my face, fogging my glasses slightly once more. He chuckles slightly at that, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of my neck.

"What I do and why is none of your business, Malfoy," I choke out. "I have a paper to write," I state coldly, ducking under his arm and turning to face him, nodding curtly, and beginning to stride off flustered and shocked. I mentally smack myself for leaving him with the upper hand, clearly aware of his physical power over me.

I hear him laugh quietly, cockily to himself as I walk away from him.