A Forbidden Love ➵ Draco Malfoy

ʚ the beginning ɞ

I grumbled as I felt the warmth of my blanket leave as someone lifted it off of me. I waved my hand in a lazy attempt to shoo away whoever had just woken me up. 

"Move over." A voice, that wasn't one of my roomates', said. I roll over in bed and open my eyes, immediately shielding them with my hand to block out the bright sunlight reflecting off the snow and coming through the window.

"You're not supposed to be here, Harry." I say, rolling back over onto my stomach, leaving some room on the opposite side of the bed.

"Well, sleepyhead, your roommates have already got up and left." He said matter-of-factly as he slid into bed next to me.

"But prefects check rooms to make sure we're all awake." I point out as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"True." He agrees but neither of us moves. We lay there for a bit until we hear heavy footsteps coming in our direction. My eyes widen and a look of panic washes over Harry's face.

"Get under the bed." I demand, removing his arms from my waist.

"What?" He asks, looking at me like I was crazy. The footsteps got louder and I gave him a hard stare. Finally, he climbed under the bed just as the door burst open.

"Ms. Hale." The Gryffindor prefect, Tyler, said.

"Tyler. How are you?" I ask, innocently.

"Fine. Now, get out from under there, Potter." Tyler ordered. Harry climbed out, looking sheepish and I bit my lower lip to stifle a laugh. Harry did the same as he walked out the door with Tyler to the boy's dormitory. Once they had left, I quickly threw on my robes and a scarf to protect myself from the harsh cold of winter.

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"Oh my god. Is it true?" One of my best friends, Elle Evans, asked.

"Is what true?" I ask.

"That Tyler found you and Harry together in bed." Elle explained with a smirk. I stole a glance at where Harry was sitting, no doubt being bombed with questions like these. Even Hermione, my other best friend, who wasn't much of a gossip, was looking at me with expectant eyes.

"Shit. Who told you?" I ask, sitting on the long wooden bench of Professor Flitwick's classroom. Elle eyed Chloe Park and looked back at me. Of course. Tyler's girlfriend told the entire school that Harry and I were found in bed together.

"So... it is true." Elle concluded, smoothing her robes to hide an obvious smile.

"Well, yes but we didn't do anything. Harry came in like 5 minutes before Tyler caught us. We were just laying there." I explained. Elle nodded but her face was skeptical as if she didn't believe me. Hermione broke the awkward silence by asking about homework. Always the star pupil. We continued the strained conversation until Professor Flitwick walked in and began class.

Elle wouldn't talk to me during class. In fact, she would hardly even look at me. I would tap her to ask for help or just to ask her if I did something but she would shrug my hand off.

"Is Elle upset with me?" I ask Hermione as we walk out of class. Elle had sped out the door as soon as class ended and now was nowhere to be found.

"I had suspected it for a while but today has only confirmed my suspicions," She replied. When she saw my face clearly asking for more, she continued, "I've suspected that she maybe..."

"What?" I ask, urging her to say more.

"That she likes Harry." Hermione said quickly then covered her mouth.