Training for the Ballet Potter?

Chapter 12

As we arrive to the common rooms I jump onto the couch, throwing my study stuff to the side.

"Harry, be careful, there's a glass jar in there!" Hermione shrieks. She checks my bag to make sure the jar didn't spill and she finds something. "Harry? Why do you have a piece of folded parchment in your bookbag?" She asked, handing it to me.

"No clue," I say, slowly unfolding it, "It says: Answer my question," I say as I read it aloud. Then I realize - it was from Draco.

"Do you know what that means?" Ron questioned, pondering it more than he really needed too.

"Yes. I believe I know who sent it and I think I might know what it means," I tell them, Ron looks fascinated.

"Well?" Hermione asked.

"I believe it's from Malfoy, the part that says for me to answer his question relates back to when he was interrogating me, I didn't say a word then," I tell them.

"Well why not?" Hermione asks, I shrug.

"I don't want him knowing that Harry Potter likes him," I mockingly say.

"Well, what are you supposed to do if he likes you back Harry?" Ron whined. I shrug.

"If he does he'll have to tell me first," I answer simply.

"Well, on that note, I'm heading to bed, you should to," Hermione pointed out, me and Ron both nod as we head to bed as well. I stare at the note for a few minutes before I change. I crawl into bed, thoughts swirling my head as I drift off into slumber.

The next morning I'm awoken by Hermione shaking me. 

"Not this again!" She said as I roll over, startling her. "Get up breakfast is in 15 minutes, you really need to figure out a way to wake on your own, I can't keep helping you," She tells me.

"I'm getting up," I say as she hands my my glasses, I put them on, they're broken. I must've slept with them on. 

"Oculus reparo!" Hermione says as she points her wand at my glasses.

"Thanks Hermione," I thank her as I get out of bed.

"Now, get dressed, me and Ron are going to wait in the common room for you," She mentions as she walks out of the room. I get dressed and walk out, meeting the two in the common room. "Ready?" Hermione asks, Ron and I nod. We walk out, I spy Draco, exiting the Slytherin common room. He glances over, making direct eye contact with me. I look away. I realize something, I forgot my wand. I like having it on me whenever possible but I left it in the common room. I decide I'll get it after breakfast.

We enter the great hall, sitting down in our seats. The next the thing I know, I hear his voice.

"Potter, Potter," Draco says, trying to get my attention again. I again ignore him, cheeks flushing a shade of pink. "Oh my god, Potter, Potter!" Draco tries his luck again. I keep my eyes fixated on my plate.

After breakfast I tell Ron and Hermione that I left my wand in my dorm and need to go grab it. Plus my books for class are in there too. As soon as I get on the stairs, I hear someone walk on them too. Not this again. I don't turn around, I didn't want to answer his question. I still get emotional over the fact that it was all a dream, and whenever I talk or see Draco it reminds me of it. I'm not going to tell Draco this because then I'll sound like an over obsessed fan girl. I go to say the password but my robe gets tugged. I whip my head around to see him, his white - silky hair touching his eyebrows, his pale skin, his grey eyes with their intense gaze. 

"Answer my question," Draco demands, I stay silent. "Potter, will you just answer the question?" He asks. I turn around, saying the password and entering. Again, Draco was to fast for the painting and enters in after me. I walk to my dorm, I try to gather my stuff quickly, causing me to drop my wand. Draco picks it up. I sigh.

"Can I have my wand back?" I ask, he shakes his head no.

"Not until you answer the question," he said.

"Fine, keep it for yourself, I'll just go down to Ollivander and get a new one," I tell him, he rolls his eyes. 

"Just answer the question," he pleads.

"What if I don't want too?" I reply. He lifts one of his eyebrows.

"Oh? So there is a reason?" He says, a small smirk appearing on his face. My heart beat starts racing.

"I - uh - no, there is not," I lie, he saw straight through my lie.

"Just spit it out, Potter, " Draco says, getting irritated at my stubbornness, 

"No," I reply.

"Stop being a coward," Draco says.

"No need to be rude," I retorted.

"No need to be stubborn but here we are," Draco frustratedly retorts. 

"You're never going to get me to speak," I say, regretting what I said. 

"Really?" He scoffs, he places my wand in his pocket and walks towards me, now only 6 inches away from me. I get flashbacks to the dream as my eyes become teary, heart beat going faster. "Speak?" He asks. I shake my head no. He looks at my eyes and see's them tearing up. "It's obviously something, now, tell me Potter," He demands. I almost break there but I keep it together, I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and turn to grab my books.

"I don't wanna talk," I tell him, walking around him, leaving him with my wand. 

I enter class right as it starts, slipping next to Ron and Hermione. Draco enters around 10 minutes after. 

"Did you grab your wand Harry?" Ron asked, I shook my head.

"Malfoy followed me into my dorm and kept pestering me about answering him, I dropped my wand, he took it, and wouldn't give it back till I answered him. So, I just left with my wand," I tell Ron, he looks astonished. 

"So basically you just left Malfoy with your wand!" Ron responded to me. I nod.

"You do realize you can't use other people's wands right?" I ask him.

"Oh - um, no I did not," Ron said. Snape hit us in the back of the heads with a book. I glance over at Draco, which he was already staring, he awkwardly looked away. 

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That's all for this chapter :)