Unforgettable (D.M.)

Chapter 3: Burning wood, mint and green apples

I push open the heavy doors and I walk into the Gryffindor common room. I walk right past the boys without saying anything and I go into the girls room where I see Hermione, Lavender and Ginny. I sigh loudly and I belly flop onto my bed, burying my face into the blankets.

"Is everything ok Maya?" Hermione asks me, I move my head to look at her with my cheek still resting on the blankets.

"Yeah.. just Malfoy being Malfoy." I groan and I get up to sit on my bed normally. Hermione sets down the book in her hand.

"What did he do this time?" She questions.

"He keeps calling me buttercup, he keeps smirking and winking at me. It's weird and makes me feel uncomfortable." I explain.

"Hold up, you are uncomfortable when Draco gives you attention? I would love to get that type of affection from Ron." Lavender whines, Hermione rolls her eyes. For some reason those two don't get along, but I don't know why.

"Yeah but you like Ron, Maya doesn't like Malfoy." Ginny tells her, I nod.

"Yes, thank you Ginny. I absolutely despise Draco and his family." I say.

"But why? Just because of things you heard in the newspaper? Don't you know half of that is all twisted up to make it interesting for people to read. If I were you, I'd give him a chance. You never know, people can surprise you." Lavender says, I scoff.

"Draco Malfoy? Surprising me? Yeah, no." I say, Hermione, Ginny and I all laugh a little bit at what she's saying.

"You'll never know unless you try." She tells me and then she leaves the room. My lips slowly part ways as I take in everything she just said to me. Could she be right? Should I give Draco a chance to prove he's not what I perceive him as? No. I am right, he has already proven to me that he's as cold hearted and mean as his father.

"She doesn't actually believe that Malfoy is better than my image of him, does she?" I question with laughter.

"Yeah that girl is way over her head, Draco is not a nice person. Never has been and never will be." Hermione says, I nod in agreement.

I run the comb through my hair one last time before walking out of the bathroom. I see Crabbe and Goyle fixing each other's ties, they are so weird. I make my way to the common room where I sit next to Pansy and some other blonde Slytherin.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" Pansy asks me with a smile.

"I slept fine." I respond, dryly as other students start flowing into the room. Everyone soon makes it to their tables and Dumbledore begins speaking.

"As you should all know, the yule ball is coming up-" He gets caught off by cheering from everyone, well everyone but me. My eyes land straight on Maya as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, I feel my mouth begin to water and I quickly swallow it down and bring my attention back to Dumbledore.

"So, everyone will be taking a dance class with Professor Mcgonagall. This class will be at the time you're supposed to have defense against the dark arts. That is all I have to say for now, enjoy your meal." Dumbledore turns away from all of us and we all begin eating our food.

"Do you have a date yet Draco?" Pansy asks me, I look into her dark brown eyes.

"I have someone in mind." I reply and I hand Crabbe my food because I'm not hungry, he gladly accepts and starts eating the food.

"And who is this lucky girl, Malfoy?" Someone questions me, I smirk just thinking about her.

"Now that's none of your business." I answer.

My eyes can't help but wonder over to the blonde boy I try so eagerly to ignore. I don't know what it is about the way he talks to me and acts around me that keeps drawing me to him, but it needs to stop. And it needs to stop now. I can't start enjoying being around him, that would be going against every goal I set for myself for my time at Hogwarts. And I know if I give in, I'm just going to end up getting hurt in the end. Draco is one of those boys who you can hate but love at the same time, I can already tell. And I'd rather not be the girl who falls for that trap.

"So Maya, who are you asking to the ball?" Harry asks me, I shrug.

"I don't know, I'll probably just wait until someone asks me." I tell them, Harry nods and I watch him nudge Ron with his elbow and I feel my face heat up a bit, and I can tell that Ron's did as well.

"How about you Hermione, who are you taking?" I question.

"I'm not sure either, I guess we'll both just have to wait until someone asks us." She says, I smile at her and she returns the same smile. I'm glad that me and Hermione are friends, she's always so kind to me. And I try to be kind to her, I hope she feels the same way.

"Does Mr. "Chosen one", have a date yet or is he just trying to set up two friends?" I ask him, he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Not yet, but we still have two weeks before the ball." He says, I nod.

Soon breakfast is over and we all start heading for our classes, my first class is potions. I personally love this class because I love learning about new potions and spells, they are so interesting to me.

"Good morning class, today we will be trying out the potion called Amortentia. Can anyone tell me what this potion is?" Snape asks all of us. The only person who raises their hand is Hermione. Snape looks around and his eyes fix on me. Oh no.

"Miss Wright, could you tell me what this potion is?" Snape questions me, I sigh.

"Amortentia is a powerful love potion that essentially allows one to smell the scent of their soulmate." I explain.

"Very good Maya. Would you be willing to test out this potion for us?" He asks, I nod even though I really don't want to. I walk up to the bottle and smell the fumes from the potion.

"What do you smell?" Someone asks from behind me. I close my eyes to think about it.

"I smell burning wood.. mint and..." I pause, taking in another big whiff of it.

"And apples, I think. Green apples specifically." I answer. I feel a strong pair of eyes on me, I turn my head slightly to see Draco staring at me. I shake my head and I back away.

"Thank you Maya, for the demonstration." Snape says, I smile slightly and he begins speaking to us. But I'm not listening, because I can't help but think, who could I have possibly smelled?