It's now November 22nd. About a month has passed, and I still know nothing more about Luke. He regained consciousness yesterday, but still no visitors are allowed. I've been so worried about Luke, that this past month felt like a century. Not only that, but I've been spending every living hour alone that I have, trying to figure out my feelings for Malfoy.
Malfoy. He and I are still sitting right next to each other in Muggle Studies, however we don't talk as much anymore. Professor Burbage has her eye on us all lesson, so conversation can only be at the beginning of class. Speaking of class, I'm headed there right now.
"I can't believe you still haven't talked to him!" Genevieve tells me as we walk to Muggle Studies with arms linked.
"Uh... sorry?" I ask. Genevieve, Fatima, and Tora all still think I fancy Potter. I've tried telling them that I don't, but they think I'm just being cheeky, and refuse to believe so.
"You need our help," Fatima adds from the other side of me, also with her arm linked.
"I don't think she needs the help of someone who hasn't talked to their crush either," Genevieve smirks.
"Oh, whatever," Fatima rolls her eyes.
"Wait, where's Tora? I thought she was behind us," I say, turning around to see just a bunch of other students.
"I don't know? Must've gone to class early or something," Fatima says back with a shrug.
"Alright," I say back, coming back to this dreadful conversation.
"You should go to the Yule Ball with him!" Genevieve says with a big smile and starts to applaud herself for her bright idea.
"No, no, no, that is not a good idea," I say, looking at my shoes and shaking my head.
"It's a great idea, what are you talking about?" Fatima asks with a raise of her eyebrow.
"Just, he's a Triwizard Champion, all the attention is going to be on me. Everyone will be watching him and I dance." More importantly, Malfoy, will be watching him and I dance. "Just thinking about it makes me feel ill."
"It'll be romantic!" Genevieve says, her head full of ideas about me and Harry the night of Christmas Eve.
"What'll be romantic?" Dean asks coming up to us, putting his arm around Gen's shoulders.
"Oh, nothing, we're just talking about the Yule Ball," she tells him with a smile.
"Oh, you girls got dates already?" He asks us as we continue walking.
"Well, I think so," Gen says to him, raising her eyebrows.
"I wasn't asking you, I already know your answer," Dean says with a slight chuckle.
"No, we don't," I answer him, looking at my shoes to not show him the annoyed face I'm wearing. I don't like talking about the fact that no boys like me enough to ask me. I've heard a few girls talking about a boy asking them to the Ball in the commons, and I wish I could be one of them.
"That's alright, it's still pretty early," Dean reassures us. "I mean, many of us boys haven't even thought twice about it."
"Yeah," is all that comes out of Fatima.
"Well, I'll um... see you girls later," Dean tells us and grabs Genevieve's hand. She unlocks her arm with mine and they walk in front of us and turn into the Muggle Studies classroom.
"Why don't we have dates?" Fatima sighs as we follow Dean and Gen into the class.
"If I knew, I would've had a date two months ago," I tell her, making her grin as we go our separate ways in the class. As I get to my seat, I don't say anything to the boy who's sitting next to me. Blaise Zabini was standing in front of our desk, chatting with Malfoy.
