Chapter Four

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Straight after Care of Magical Creatures me and Malfoy walked to the Dungeons together in an awkward silence. He didn't seem to have realised when he asked me to meet him that we'd have the lesson before together, and that he's have to cope with my company for longer than necessary. When I'd told Ron, Harry and Hermione where I was going they all looked at me as if I were the biggest freak in the world.

"WHAT?!" Ron exclaimed loudly. "You're doing extra studying with HIM!!"

"Keep your voice down," I hissed at him, glancing over at Malfoy who was stood with the Slytherins. "It's just for our Defence Against the Dark Arts paper. It's no big deal."

"Oriana he's a Slytherin!" Harry half yelled. "You're...well...you! God knows what he might do!"

I stared him down.

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult." I finally said, before walking off.

Now me and Malfoy were alone, and I kind of felt like I should speak, just to break the ice.

"Sooooo..." I began as we walked down a corridor, ducking as Peeves threw an ink pellet at us then flew off cackling.
Malfoy have me a sideways glance and I giggled at his expression, quickly pressing my hand over my mouth.

"What?" He smiled, quickly covering it up with a smirk then glancing around.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" He sounded seriously confused.

"Smile then cover it up with a grimace or a smirk, or say something nice and instantly follow it up with an insult. There are no Slytherins around now."

He was silent for a few seconds then shrugged.

"Force of habit. And I don't want make it a habit to smile at blood traitor Gryffindor's," he smirked, and I stopped walking.

After a moment he stopped and turned around, staring at me stood in the corridor with my arms crossed, fighting back hot tears which suddenly threatened themselves.

"What is it Graystone?" He said sharply. "We haven't got forever."

"No," I said simply. "I'm not going to sit in a room with someone who insults me like you do. Not that it matters in any way, but I'm a pure blood, and my family are in no way blood traitors. So either stop with the constant hatred or you can do the whole paper on your own!" I glared at him, but my stance faltered and I sat down, leaning against the tapestry covered wall in the darkened corridor, breathing in the musty scent to help prevent myself from crying.

To my great surprise Malfoy sat beside me, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arm around them. He rested his chin on his arms and stared at the opposite wall.

"I'm sorry," he said simply. "I...I've built up this persona that I can't let slip, not even around those who I like."


I looked up. Wait. Had Malfoy just admitted that he liked me? But in what way? I turned to look at him just as he turned his head to look into my eyes. He lifted his hand to touch my face, and as his fingertips brushed my cheek I shuddered, not out of repulsion but out of the hot sense of pleasure that shot through my entire body at his very touch. He leaned forwards, and I breathed in his heavenly scent, mixed with the peppermint tang of toothpaste on his breath. His lips were centimetres from mine, and as I leaned forwards slightly to meet them he pulled away, taking in a deep rattling breath.

"Okay, Graystone. Time for work," he said as he quickly stood up, looking anywhere but at me. "Actually on second thoughts, I'll sort it. You did the rest and the research..." He broke off, turning around to walk quickly away towards the Dungeons. I stood up, using the wall to support my weight. What had just happened? I had nearly kissed Malfoy. I shook my head to clear it, then walked quickly to the Gryffindor common room.

Upon walking in I saw Fred and George talking quietly in a corner. Harry, Hermione and Ron were no where to be seen, so with a sigh I walked over to my favourite Weasley twins.

"Hey guys," I sighed, sitting down next to them.

"Oriana, my favourite girl," Fred winked at me, and I blushed.

George nudged Fred with his elbow and winked suggestively.

"Okay George," Fred sighed, then turned his head to me in a slow seductive way that was clearly meant to be funny. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and I smothered my giggle.

"Oriana Graystone, it's our trip to Hogsmeade on Saturday. So I was wondering if you would like to accompany me, perhaps for a drink at Madame Pudifoots," he grinned at me, and for a moment I froze.

Fred was cute, there was no doubt about it. Although he and George were identical, Fred had always been my favourite, and I'd had a crush on him before. So why shouldn't I go on a date with him? And it wasn't even a date, it was simply a...yeah it was a date. And if I was honest the only thing stopping me from saying yes instantly was Malfoy.

But why? He was constantly an arrogant arse, this evening aside. He was offensive, if not to me at the moment to all of the people I love. He may have tried to kiss me, but he hadn't. And if Malfoy was asked to go to Hogsmeade with a Slytherin girl, would he face the same dilemma I was? This decided it.

"I'd love to," I grinned at Fred, and he blushed slightly.

"See you then baby," Fred winked, then sauntered up to the door leading to the boys dormitorys, George at his side. After they had gone I buried my head in my knees, letting the black robes cover my face as I breathed in the scent of my perfume to calm myself down. What on earth was I doing here? Did I like Malfoy or not? If he'd actually been considered a reason to not go out with another guy, then clearly my feelings were more than platonic. Well, maybe my trip to Hogsmeade this weekend would let me decide who I liked. I groaned and pushed my head down further. What a mess I was turning into.

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