Training for the Ballet Potter?

Chapter 14

A week passes by, no interrogation. I'm kind of missing it but at the same time it was getting annoying. I'm walking to Potions as I'm pulled away from the doorway, a hand grabbing my wrist.

"Not this again," I mutter under my breath. I look up and see it's is indeed Draco, all I see is his white hair on the back of his head and the back of his robe. He takes me to the same empty corridor, stops, and swings me around to face him.

"Can you answer the question now?" He asks, looking me in the eye, He looks frustrated.

"What - if I say no?" I answer. He rolls his eyes.

"Potter, I swear to god," He says, clearly annoyed. He is still clenching my wrist, I try to free my arm from his grasp but he just tightens his grip. "Are you trying to run, Potter," Draco asked. The way he said it made my heart race, ears red.

"Yes," I reply honestly. He loosens his grip a little, but his grip is still tight enough too make it so I can't move.

"I can feel your heartbeat in your wrist, Potter," Draco says amused. Wait, he can? My heart starts beating even faster.

"And?" I say shakily. I need that one potion that Hermione showed me right about now, not the love potion, the other one.

"And, I know you're nervous," Draco stated. I try saying something but nothing comes out of my mouth. "What was that, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking at my loss of words.

"N - nothing," I said, stuttering. I started shaking, a little bit, but it's noticeable. I was getting uncomfortable. He lets go of my wrist. I start walking away, he immediately grabs my wrist again, I can't move again.

"Stop trying to flee Potter," Draco says, frustrated.

"I - I don't want to talk," I tell him.

"Potter," Draco pleads. I don't know what to say so I stay quiet. "Answer the question, I have been asking for over a week now, just answer it," Draco complains. I stay quiet. "Is it that embarrassing?" he says, emphasizing on the word that. I nod. "And you won't tell me because you don't like me?" He asks, I stop breathing. He seems to notice and lifts his eyebrow. "What is it, Potter," He asks. I try to say something but nothing comes out yet again.

"I don't want to talk, Malfoy," I repeated for what, the hundredth time? My wrist starts to hurt from how tight he is grabbing it. I try to free my wrist but he tightens his grip.

"If your wrist hurts then answer my question and I'll let go," Draco added, shrugging. I look away, sighing.

"No, I'm not saying anything Malfoy," I tell him. When I said that he tighten his grip again, making me loose feeling in my hand. My hand turns a shade of purple and blue, I look up at him and he shrugs.

"Well?" he asks.

"I will tell you if you let go of my wrist," I tell him, he lets go. I take the chance and run.

"Potter!" Malfoy yells, chasing after me. Then I realize, he has longer legs meaning he's faster then me. I run down the corridor and turn a corner, I hid behind a plant. Draco turns the corner and continues running. I go out from behind the plant and turn the corner again, running back down the corridor. I make my way to potions and enter, Snape immediately turns to me.

"Nice to see you here, Potter," Snape sassily says. I nod and walk over to Hermione and Ron.

After class ends we stay in our spots, I didn't want to exit the classroom.

"Why did you arrive so late Harry?" Hermione asks.

"Malfoy, he also squeezed my wrist so tight that it turned purple," I tell them, Ron's eyes widen.

"Purple?" He asked, I nod. Now its just lighter then the rest of my skin. He takes my wrist and looks at it, shocked. "How'd you get away from him?"

"Well, I told him that if he let go of my wrists I would tell him, when he did I ran away and hid," I explain.

"Looks like I found you, Potter" Draco said from behind us.