"Let's go you lazy bum," Hermione shouts while throwing a pillow at my head. Too lazy to dodge it, the impact makes me groan.
"Leave me alone and let me sleep."
"We have to leave, come on where going to Hogsmeade," she yelled while tossing another pillow at me.
I peak out my eyes at her standing over me.
"Now!" she shouts.
"Oh all right." Pushing back the covers I let out a yawn. Pulling myself up, I stumble slightly into Hermione.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asks steadying me.
"Nothing, just tired," I reply tossing my hair out of my face. She stared at me incredulously, I know she was going through a million different scenarios, trying to ignore out which would be the correct one.
"I'm up," I tell her, "Just let me get ready and we will go. I quickly clean up and change into my clothes. By the time I was done, she must have already left the room.
I make my way down the stairs taking two at a time knowing that I was already going to be late.
Near the bottom of the stairs, Hermione's bloody cat decided to run up. Trying to not step on him I missed a step causing my body to be lunged forward.
I figured I would fall and bust my face on the floor, but instead I landed into someone causing us both to fall.
Blowing my hair out of my eyes I looked down and saw George smiling at me. "You are the clumsiest person I have ever met," he states pushing the rest of my hair back.
"Uncoordinated" I correct him, "Sounds much better."
"Why are you still here?" I ask him, "I assumed I would be the only one left."
"Nahh.. I thought I would wait on you," he replies taking my hand, "Let's go, were going to miss the train."
Luckily we make it just in time. McGonagall did scold us for our tardiness, but nonetheless, we make it to the train before it departed.
"It looks like you are finally awake now," Hermione laughs as we take a seat with her, Ron and Harry.
"Yeah," I was a little tired."
"I could imagine, you didn't get in until what, after one?" Harry asks not realizing what he had just caused for me.
How did he know, I thought to myself.
Both Hermione and George look at me, waiting on me to respond, "Yeah, I had a lot on my mind and decided to take a walk."
"But you went to bed at 9, why did you get back up?" Hermione questions, I could tell she was slightly angry with me; she had an idea of where I went.
"I couldn't sleep," I declared crossing my arms.
She didn't push it further but I knew from the look in her eyes she wasn't dropping it.
I look over at George and he held the same look, as if he knew I was lying but didn't question me in front of everyone.
After a silent, excruciating 10 minutes, we make it to Hogsmeade. I follow the others off the train and into the bitter cold winter air.
"It's so cold," I stutter through my chattering teeth.
"It is winter love," George states pulling me to him for warmth.
"So where are we off to today?" I ask George.
"Want to go to Zonko's?" George questions eagerly.
"Sure," I chirp allowing him to lead me to the shop, "We need a good prank."
"Yes and I know just who," George say opening the door for me.
We go inside and maneuver through the crowd. It seemed this was the most popular store with the students.
George walks straight to the Dungbombs and picks up two. Smiling devilishly at me he wiggles his eyebrows causing me to laugh.
We buy them and make our way out of the store. "Come on, I know where the perfect people to prank are," George states grabbing my hand.
"We are going to get in so much trouble."
He just shoots me a sly smile and continues walking up the hill towards the shrieking shack.
Once near the top where there stood a few trees, he crouches down motioning me to do the same.
I peer from behind the tree and see his target. My breath caught and I felt all the fun that I was having to be drained. He wanted to prank Draco.
"George I don't think this is a good idea," I whisper glancing at him, "We might piss him off."
"Why should I care, he pisses everyone else off," he retorts taking out the dungbombs.
I look back over at Draco standing with his hands in his pockets looking towards the shack. Something about him seemed different than usual. He just stared, looking lost in thought.
I watch as the wind picked up and he hugged to his coat for warmth. When Malfoy wasn't being his egotistical self, he almost looked normal.
It was like there was another side to him he hid and rarely lets shown and right now he was at that state.
"Okay, here is yours," George says handing me one of the Dungbombs.
"I can't do this George," I whisper, "I just can't."
He looks at me questionably, "Why, don't you think he deserves a taste of his own medicine?"
"But what's it really going to accomplish, us having a really angry Malfoy out to get us," I reply.
He looked at me thoughtfully, "Fine," he finally says, "Give it here and I'll put them away."
I go to hand it to him but before I could I hear the cracking of sticks behind me causing me to scream and drop the bomb.
All of a sudden a putrid odor fills the air causing me to go into a coughing fit. "Run towards town," I hear George say through the odor filled smoke.
I hear him take off running and right when I was about to do the same a hand grabs me and pulls me towards them.
Getting out of the putrid gas was hard. My eyes were watery, I couldn't see, and my nose was filled with the awful stench. When my eyes finally cleared and I looked in front of me they came in contact with a pair of grey ones.
"Thanks," I mutter, trying to fight back tears still pouring over from the gas.
"What exactly were you two up to? Trying to prank me?"
"We were going to, then decided not to," I reply to his question.
"Oh?" He asks smiling and stepping closer, "and why?"
"Because," I respond flatly.
He just smirked his all too handsome smirk and stepped closer to me. "Because why," he questions.
He was pushing me, and invading my space. I wanted to back up, but that would appear weak. I stood my ground, "because it's childish and why waste our money on you."
He continues to smirk, "Really now?" he asks edging even closer to me. This time I take a step back. My spine was starting to chill, but I don't think it was just because of the weather.
"Do I make you nervous?" he asks smiling.
"No," I quickly surprising keeping my voice calm. I didn't want him to feel he had something over on me.
"Really now, I think I do," he concludes taking another step.
I scoff and look away from him, trying to gather my wits. I hate that he has this effect on me. He knew how to work my nerves.
"I think you are thinking about what happened between us the other day," he tells me, "Am I right?"
I narrow my eyes at him, "Nothing happened between us."
"That's how you are going to play it?" he asks me, "Should I remind you?"
Thoughts of how he kissed me floods my mind, no matter how I try to forget them. My hands began to shake as I try to hold on to my rationality, "I've got to go, George is probably looking for me." I needed to get out of her, before things got even more complicated.
Still smiling he only shrugs his shoulders as if he didn't care and I turn, relieved that nothing happened between us two. I didn't need him causing more trouble for me.
"Wait a second," he states reaching out and takes hold of my hand.
I look to where his hand grasps mine. Mixed emotions flood me. I wanted to pull my hand back, to even smack him for touching me. Then again, another part, a very small one had me hesitant. Where was this feeling coming from.
"Leianna, I.." he starts.
I look up into his eyes and they bore into mine. I search through his, trying to figure out what he was thinking, what was going on in that head of his. It was like a wall was coming down, I was seeing the real Draco Malfoy.
The wind picked up causing my hair to blow into my face. He reaches out, probably not even realizing it, and pushes it behind my ear.
"You shouldn't touch me," I tell him, my words coming out in a whisper.
He doesn't pull away though, his and trails the length of my hair, "Do you not want me to touch you Leianna?"
My breath catches in my throat. Did I? I should, I should smack his hand away and step away from him. But whatever spell I was under had me speechless.
"I think I should go," I finally choose to say.
"Want to or you should, there is a difference," he replies bring his and from me to his side. He steps closer to me, I could feel his warm breath touch my face.
"Draco, this isn't.." I go to look up at him at the same time, he leans down and his lips brush mine softly.
I felt my heart increase and my breaths become more rapid as I try to suck air into my lungs. I stood frozen in place as so many emotions run through me. Fear, confusion, curiousity, and desire. Why did I desire his kiss?
When he notices I wasn't going anywhere he leans closer, kissing my lips fully this time.
"Your so beautiful," his whispers to me as he brings his hand to my cheek. Warmth floods my veins at his words and his touch.
I look up to him and he gives me a smile through hooded eyes. He goes to lean in to kiss me once more but stops.
"Bloody hell," he mutters angrily backing up.
I look at him confused but see his eyes were looking past me.
I follow his gaze and George.
I could see hurt and most of all anger in his eyes. He had his wand in his hand griping it tightly.
"George," I began before he cut me off.
"Don't you dare say it's nothing or anything, I saw what you two were doing, I'm not stupid," he yells at me. "And quite frankly I am over it," he adds lifting his wand.
I go to shout and it was like everything happened so quickly. I hear George yell a spell and then next thing I knew Draco went flying backwards.
"George!" I shout and run over to Malfoy, "I can't believe you did that!"
"No I can't believe you. You have been seeing him haven't you, that's why you acting all weird," he states coming over to me. I don't respond to his question causing him to grow even angrier.
"Just tell me this, do you like him?" he asks.
I rise back up slowly. This was it, this is the time to own up to my past discretions, my mistakes, I needed to be be honest with George, tell him what was in my mind. "Honestly, I don't know George. It's complicated. I thought I hated him, I thought I couldn't stand him."
"You don't' know," he repeats my words, "Well you better figure it out because you need to choose me or him, I'm over this. If you want to stay with me then you need to stop this with him."
"There's nothing between Draco and I," I reply to him, "Probably just curiosity."
"This can't happen Leianna, it isn't right," he explains, "Do you want to be with me?"
"I want to be with you George," I say truthfully.
"Then these encounters with Malfoy need to stop."
"I can't control him George, I can only control myself."
"It doesn't' look like it," he says, "You need to end this with him, tell him that it can't happen anymore. I won't put up with sharing my girlfriend with him."
I say nothing, I felt miserable.
"I think we should take a break," George tells me.
I snap my head up to him, "What?"
"You need to sort out your feelings Leianna. Until you stop these encounters with him, I think we should take a break from each other. I can't bear to see you with him."
"I didn't plan in this!"
"I understand, but I saw you not pull away, you let him believe he can act this way with you."
I go to argue with him but stop. He was right, I didn't stop him. I had let him kiss me this time. Did I have feelings for Draco? I didn't know, my mind as well as my heart was in a mess.
"Maybe your right," I finally say.
"Then a break would be what's best," he repeats, "for now anyways."
"Are you breaking up with me?" I ask trying to keep my voice under control.
"No, I'm not; I just think we need a break. I love you Leianna and I want to be with you, but I don't want to share you with him," he says pointing to Malfoy.
I felt relieved, I didn't want to lose him, but I did need time to sort out my feelings.
"I do care about you George," I say truthfully.
He just nods his head and turns. I hated watching him walk away but knew it was for the best right now. I needed to sort things out, figure out my feeling for the two of them. This with Draco was new, and I didn't know how to grasp it just yet.
Once George was out of sight I look to Draco. Once bside him he lets out a painful groan. I bend back down, "Oh stop whining," I tell him.
"That bloody bastard," he groans clutching his stomach.
"Come on Draco, get up," I say pulling at his arm.
I pulled him up to his feet but he still held his stomach in pain, "I swear when I see that.." he starts whining before I stop him.
"You aren't' doing nothing to him," I state firmly.
He looked at me shocked, "Why are you still here?" he questions, "Where's George," he adds looking around. Part of me wanted to laugh at how alert he was, ready to fight this time.
"He left," I answer him flatly.
He looked at me confused, "Why didn't you go with him?"
"I didn't want to leave you lying in the snow, whining like a baby," I reply laughing lightly.
"Really, bet he didn't like that."
Instead of replying, I ignore his remark.
"What happened while I was out?" he asks was we start walking.
"Nothing really that involves you," I say, "It's between George and me."
"Did you two... did you two break up?"
I stop walking, "Why did you hear something?"
"He broke up with you didn't he?" he asks instead of responding.
I let out a breath and begin walking again, "No he didn't if you must know, we are just taking a break."
He stopped walking momentarily, "Really?"
"Yes, now come on," I say motioning him to walk again.
"So I can do this without worrying about him throwing another spell at me?" he asks as he reaches out and takes hold of my hand.
I flinch slightly and his grip tightens.
"I'm not ready for this yet," I say looking at his hand in mine.
He lets go, "Why?"
"I need to sort myself out first Draco," I reply.