Training for the Ballet Potter?

Chapter 13

After class we went to the Gryffindor common room. We have about 20 minutes until our next class. I go to my room to relax on my bed as I see my wand, laying there. I grab it and walk back out to Ron and Hermione. Ron looks up to see my wand in my hand.

"I thought Malfoy had it," He asks, genuinely concerned.

"I thought so too," I said.

"Malfoy had your wand?" Hermione asked.

"Okay, so when I went into here the fat lady held the portrait open long enough for Malfoy to follow me inside. Then he kept pestering me - blah blah blah - I dropped my wand and he picked it up, he wouldn't give it back until I answered his question, obviously I didn't, I then left to go to class, leaving Malfoy holding my wand, then it's on my bed," I explain,

"Pestering you about what?" Hermione asks, concerned. 

"Just the question," I told her. "Time to go to class?" I ask, Hermione nods. We get up to leave, we exit and walk down the stairs, entering the hall. I get pulled away by the arm to an empty corridor.

"Can you answer the question now?" Draco pleaded. I shake my head no, he sighs. My heart beat rises as he looks at me.

"We - have class Malfoy," I say, he nods.

"I know, but I want to get an answer out of you," He whined.

"Why has your attitude changed?" I asked, he looks up with his big, innocent eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asks, "I didn't know studied my attitudes," He says, eyebrow lifted.

"I mean, you're usually making mean remarks to me," I add.

"I'm just trying to get an answer out of you, Potter," he adds, "Either you answer, or you'll be late to class," he added harshly.

"I'll tell you later, now's not the time," I try negotiating,

"Oh? There is a reason?" He says, leaning on the wall next to me, "How come now isn't a good time?"

"I - it's just not the right time yet alright?" I say, annoyed.

"Why?" He asks, I'm completely fed up, I break down, crying, sliding against the wall to the floor. I've lost it, I can't hold it together. He looks down at me crying. "Why are you crying Potter?" he asks.

"I've told you over and over again! I'm not telling you at the moment," I cry. He's clueless, he's just staring at me while I cry.

"I - I - I didn't mean to make you cry Potter," Draco squeaked. He sounded, different. I look up at him, his face is wiped with shock, regret, and terror. I see his eyes fill with tears as he ran off. I definitely didn't expect him to say sorry.

After a hour I decide to go back to the Gryffindor common room, running into Ron and  Hermione on the way. Once Hermione saw me she hit my back with a book.

"Where have you been!" she yells, softly but yells. 

"Somewhere," I replied.

"Are you going to tell me where that somewhere is?" she asked, honestly, I don't know if I should tell them. 

"I saw Malfoy pull Harry into an empty corridor," Ron said, I sighed.

"Yes, that where I've been, he just interrogated me more," I explained, try to hide the fact my my eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Well, wherever you were you were crying," she pointed out. I laugh nervously.

"Uh- no...definitely not," I say, clearing my throat.

"Your eyes are red and puffy, a sign that you were crying," she explains. I roll my eyes.

"Fine, I was," I confess, I just wanted to go take a nap.

"Did he make you cry Harry?" Ron asks.

"I mean yeah but it was just mostly flashbacks to the dream," I respond.

"Are you alright now?" Hermione asks, I nod. "Good, now let's go to lunch," she suggested, Ron and I nod. As we're walking down to lunch I spot Draco leaning against a wall, talking to Crabbe and Goyle. He looks up at me then quickly looks away, making his friends look up as well. I look away, not wanting to start drama at the moment. We walk into the great hall and sit at our usual spots. I hear Draco take a seat behind me at his spot, though he doesn't say anything. He's being unusually quiet. I eat a bit of food, Ron just stuffs his face like usual. Hermione looks disgusted. "Do you ever stop eating Ron?" she asks.

"What? I'm hungry!" he explained.

"Never mind," she said, looking annoyed.

After lunch we went to our next class. We sit down in our seats. How in the world did we make it to class 10 minutes early? I glance over to Draco, he awkwardly looked away as if he was staring the entire time.

"Malfoy keeps staring at you Harry," Ron noticed, smirking.

"Oh shush," I hiss quietly. Apparently Draco heard me because he cleared his throat without looking up. I take my notes out of my bookbag and begin rereading them. 

"He's doing it again," Ron whispered, I look over to Draco and he awkwardly looks away again. 

After classes we go to the Gryffindor common room while waiting for dinner time to come. I go to my dorm and see there's a piece of parchment on my bed. Confused, I read  it:

         Dear Potter, 

Sorry for making you cry, I honestly didn't mean to

-Draco Malfoy

Cute. I put it on the table that's next to my bed. I sit on my bed and think about today. 

Pretty soon it was dinner time, we walked out of the common room and headed for the great hall. Once we were there we sat in our spots like always. I heard Draco talking to his friends behind me but I didn't care to listen, they weren't whispering though so it can't be anything secretive, I decide to listen.

"Did you get an answer out of him?" Goyle asked Draco. Draco cleared his throat.

"No," he replied truthfully, not saying anything about me crying. They lowered their voice so I could no long hear what they're speaking about.

"When are you going to tell him Harry?" Ron asked.

"This isn't the best place to talk about that subject don't you think Ron?" I tell him. He sighs.

"I guess not," Ron answers, getting back to eating. 

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