Running With Scissors

Made to Last-Chappy 3

"You will smell whatever attracts your sense's the most which each of you will write down and we will compare after each of the potions are made."

Well that's just fucking great, I inwardly groaned and opened up my potions book and stood up to grab all the ingredients only to see Draco coming back to our table with all the ingredients. I sat down and grabbed some of the ingredients and tried to follow the directions and was failing. This god damned leaf wont fucking cut. I felt two arms wrap around me and place their hands on mine. I almost became paralyzed, I've never felt a feeling like this in my life. I slowly looked up to see Draco's smiling face.

"It's easier to cut this way," he showed me I need to cut horizontal not vertical, "there you're getting it!" he complimented me.

What is with this bipolarness? He's a cocky shit head one second and a sweetheart one second. I continued to cut the leaves and he motioned for me to put them in the potion and he had me cut more things and showed me how to do it. So many girls were giving me the stink eye, what the fuck.

"Don't pay attention to them, they're just upset I didn't pick them as my partner." He smiled his little smirky smile.

"What you the player of the school or something?" I raised an eyebrow as I put the embers in with my wand.

He smirked, "Maybe."

I rolled my eyes and he shoved me a little bit, "And I always get an A, Snape is the head of our house. But I am pretty bloody good at potions."

I giggled a little, he reminds me of the Greek God, Narcissus. All about himself thinks he's the most perfect man on the planet. Especially with his looks, which Draco's look are pretty damn nice. Not gunna lie but I'm not about to tell him I think he's nice to look at. I will never hear the end of it and I don't need to add to his ego. The bell let us know it's time to go to our next period, which for me is a free period. I put all my stuff back in the proper spot and walked out of the class and went down by the lake and started writing in my notebook, like a diary but mainly song lyrics and there's drawings. Most of my songs are muggle based due to where we lived in America, we had to "Blend" as my dad called it. I got a song stuck in my head as I started drawing so me being me I decided to sing it.

"Tell me I can call and I can come by, how can I send you letters I can't write? You know me I'm not good at goodbyes, I can't see when the light's out. Don't say it ain't love when it's love still, don't say it don't work when it's working. Love doesn't hurt if it's not real, nobody can hurt like we did. My lungs they burn and I can't breathe. There's no way to turn so I stand still, love doesn't hurt if it's not real and nobody can hurt like we did." I sang and finished the picture I was drawing of my dragon.

She looks god damned beautiful if I do say so myself. I smiled happy with my work and heard something snap behind me.

"That's a really pretty drawing and you have a really nice voice." Jesus he's fucking everywhere what the shit.

"Hi Draco." I sighed.

"Why do you have to say it like that? All angry like?" he looked at me.

"Cause I can and I don't want you to make fun of me." I stated trying to put my notebook in my bag.

He saw what I was doing and snatched it right out of my hands, "What is it with you taking my shit? Please give it back." I begged.

"Are you begging? Really?" he teased, not cocky just teasing, I'm so confused.

"Yes." Honestly im almost on the brink of tears, this stuff is really personal to me.