Mindlessly web-surfing while writing an Author’s Note: *begins writing*gets sidetracked*comes back 10 minutes later wishing she hadn’t watched that video* That is exactly what happened, sadly. It was a cute video at first and then bang things my eyes shouldn’t behold at the moment. *sigh* I’m writing this chapter before I get distr—oooooh I love this song! (Leapfrog13 I love your guts because out of all my readers you actually told me how to put up a picture!)
I Was Dared to Love You (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)
Chapter 11: Do You Recall?
---------| Draco’s POV |-----------
Parkinson clung to my arm as I headed off toward the dungeons where the common room was. Hopefully when I got there, she would give up and slut herself off over to Crabbe or some other hopeless guy with no sex life whatsoever. My hands were shoved in my pockets, and I decided to skip my next hours of class. They weren’t worth troubling myself with. Parkinson soon got that I wasn’t rising for her offer of a blow job in her room and left for some Fifth Year closet queer.
“Pureblood,” I mutter as the password. Ever since First Year the password had yet to change and honestly, I didn’t care. It could have been ‘butterflies’ and at the moment it probably wouldn’t have bothered me. The door swung open nonetheless and I entered into the spacious common room. Plunking myself on the couch, I basked in the silence. Sure, there were people milling about, minding their own business, but at the moment I didn’t hear them. Jesperson was a real talker. She wouldn’t shut up and this silence was the one thing that would stop a damn headache from coming on.
Violet Jesperson. I had a mental list of all the reason she shouldn’t talk to me, let alone ask me to the bloody Winter Ball. Right now I was able to think of around five.
1: She was a Gryffindor
2: She hated my guts and the feeling was quite mutual
3: Every time we got near each other, I felt like I’d puke my guts up
4: We didn’t agree on anything
5: Even if I did like her—which I absolutely do not—she wouldn’t li—I mean, she was hideous
Five good and solid reasons for Jesperson not to talk to me. Five things I honestly felt like defined our acquaintanceship. We used to be more than acquainted and then I had to go and screw it up. First Year. That was year we were actually “friends.”
I, Draco Malfoy, had been friends with a mudblood.
Shocking, right?
-----| Flashin’ Back to 1st Year; 3rd POV |-----
Walking into the Potions classroom, Draco finds that he shares it with Gryffindors and mudbloods. Professor Snape was sauntering back and forth, just smirking at how clueless these children were. Draco stared for a second, slightly frightened at the man’s cruelty, but then smirked the famous Malfoy Smirk right along with him.
“You are to sit along with a member of a different house and different gender,” Snape hissed as a red headed bloke tried to sit next to another kid in ridiculous round glasses. Draco was able to recognize them from Sorting. Weasley and Potter.
Draco stood still and waited for the commotion to settle down before he plopped himself next to a girl with long brown hair; the desk was near the middle of the classroom. Violet felt nervous as she noticed him sit next to her and couldn’t help but stare for a moment. He had blonde-white hair slicked back with a strange amount of gel and rather fake looking gray eyes.
“Hi, I’m Violet Jesperson,” Violet felt the need to introduce herself.
Draco glanced up at her, noting her green-blue eyes, and then cockily stated, “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” waiting for her to recognize the name. Blinking a few times, Violet vaguely remembered the name Malfoy but instead just nodded at him.
The brown haired student turned back to face Snape as he instructed the class to begin a lesson of making the Forgetfulness Potion. They were to practice making the Potion with their partner (the person sitting next to them), but to make sure they used the right amounts otherwise it would explode.
“Okay,” Violet muttered, a bit nervous by how close she was to Draco. He kept staring at her and making her jittery. He was making it hard to concentrate on reading the text. “Can you find this ingredient?” pointing to the page in their book, Violet asked Draco.
“Yeah, it’s right there,” Draco pointed over to a vial and measured out the correct amount. This worked for the next ingredient, until Draco couldn’t help but get distracted and asked the Gryffindor a question, “Why don’t you cut your hair? I think it’d look a bit better shorter.”
Violet handed Draco the last ingredient and couldn’t help but blush a bit. Fingering her long locks, she answered, “I have been thinking about it, actually. Around here,” Violet touched her collar bone, “in length was what I was thinking.”
Nodding, Draco’s sidetracked nature caused him to accidently add too much of the red liquid. Instantly, the potion began to bubble and turn a sickly shit color.
Right before it exploded, Violet screamed, “Bloody hell, Draco!”
It was told she had a scar running up her stomach that looked like a V.
-------| Flashin’ Back |-------
I laughed grimly at them memory. I had left the common room in order to pick up a book at the Library. I had been waiting for a book to be returned for quite a while now. But aside from that my thoughts still remained on Jesperson and her existent/non-existent scar. What I would do to see that scar. Finger it, lick it, kis—stupid! What the bloody hell?! It probably looked like a demented and burned blob. Nothing tasteful in that. Nothing at all.
Okay, maybe just a little.
--------| Violet’s POV |-------
“Huh?” I screamed angrily at Ginny, Hermione, and Luna. “What the hell do you mean you can’t go dress shopping with me? It was your idea!!”
“Well,” Ginny started uselessly, “I have a date with Harry, Hermione has to help Ron study for O.W.L.s, and Luna … I don’t remember what Luna has to do.”
Luna perked up and said excitedly, “The Nargles have called a truce and I am to receive my shoes back. But I have to go with them first.” Oh, those damn Nargles.
Hermione looked at me with a glint in her eye. Don’t say it, don’t even mutter it. Hermione I will torture you with burnt cookies if you say it.
“You could always ask Draco to help!” Hermione chirped what I was hoping she really wouldn’t have.
“What am I helping with?”
No!
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