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G R Y F F I N D O R K

Harry Potter

I was hungry, but I just didn't want to get out of my warm, cozy bed. Well, that's what I was telling myself.

Luna said that she caught me starting at him for 8 days in a row now. 8. I didn't even realize.

Ginny just laughed and told me that I should just talk to him. Ron teased me about it and obviously Hermione smacked her boyfriends chest, but she was on the same page as Gin.

But I couldn't talk to him. I mean, this mornings encounter made my heart race. Why had he been just outside the Gryffindor dorms? What was he doing? Why did he look so good?

His hair was messy, not that he slicked it back- or even did anything with it anymore- but it was messier than normal. He was wearing a tight black tank top, grey sweat pants, and black socks. He wasn't even wearing shoes.

You could see all of his muscles. I knew he was strong. I suddenly remembered his dream the other night.

Why? Why did I dream that? Why did I not hate it?

No, I do hate it. I would never kiss Draco Malfoy. Never.

"Mate," Ron interrupted my thinking, "We're going to be late for breakfast."

"Not hungry!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll bring you back sausages!" He knew me too well, "And I'll make sure to stare at Malfoy for you!"

"Shut up, you arse." I shouted, embarrassed.

*****

That night I couldn't sleep again. Or maybe I didn't want to.

So I did what I always do when I can't sleep. Shuffling through my trunk, I grabbed my invisibility cloak and hurried out of the Gryffindor dorms quickly, but silently.

I was on my way to star gaze by the Black Lake.

I must've been zoning out because all of the sudden I ran into someone. Tripping them and toppling over myself, my cloak fell off and slid across the corridor.

"I'm- I'm so sorry!" I said running my hands around the ground trying to find my glasses.

"Here," I heard a voice say, handing out my glasses, "You Gryffindork."

I grabbed my glasses from the mysterious voice, "I'm so sorry- I wasn't watching where I was going and- Malfoy?"