Hogwarts

The sun rises and seeps through the window, hitting Ronald Weasley's freckled face.

His red hair is disheveled on the pillow and his lips are open and swollen.

Next to his bed, there's Harry's, who has just been woken up by a sudden noise.

"Ron have you heard?" He asks frightened to his friend.

"What?" Ron wakes up and makes faces while stretching. "I've only heard your annoying voce this early in the morning, Harry".

Harry gets up and goes towards the window, opens the curtains and leans to look out.

A carriage is crossing the school's threshold.

"Were we waiting for someone?" Ron asks while sitting.

Harry sees the carriage stopping and a door opening.

A blonde head goes out from the vehicle, and immediately looks up.

For a moment it seems to Harry that that person have smiled to him, but keeps this thought away, they are too far from each other.

"Who knows who she is..." he whispers, but is interrupted by Ron, who encourages him to hurry up, otherwise they will be late for breakfast.

They both get ready in a hurry.

"Maybe she's a teacher, isn't she?" Ron asks confused.

"No, she seemed a girl" Harry explains.

While they are walking to the Great Hall, they meet their friend Hermione Granger.

"Hurry up! Dumbledore has something to say to all the school!" The girl says with very tired eyes and brown wavy messy hair.

Harry is pensive and weirded out. After all that has happened.

The school is still mourning for Cedric, despite that, everyday life seems to be reestablished, after all, a month has passed and Hogwarts needs to honor his memory with a smile.

That poor Hufflepuff boy died during the three wizards tournament, killed due to Voldemort's command.

The three guys come into the Great Hall, which is illuminated by a very intense light glare, longs laden tables fill that immense salon, while the four Hogwarts houses'banners hang from the enchanted ceiling.

Behind the gold reading desk, Dumbledore is standing, all proud and smiling.

Ron is still sleepy and doesn't understand what exactly is in his plate.

"Do you always need to eat? It's rude if not everyone has food on their plate!" Hermione scolds him.

"Have you been listening, Weasley? Your friend has said you are rude!" A voice comes from a table nearby, Draco Malfoy is laughing at the redhead boy, like he always does, even though his target is mostly Harry.

Draco has platinum blonde hair, grey-blue eyes and a disproportionate ego.

He is a pureblood Slytherin and does not mince words, that's for sure.

"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry says to him.

The headmaster interrupts the bickering.

"Students and Professors! My dear friends! I'm beyond happy to announce that a particularly dear pearson to me, will join us!"

Everyone looks around like someone should appear from somewhere, but that's not the case.

"My niece, has already been sorted, and with pleasure, I introduce to you the Slytherin Megan Cooper" the old wizard announces.

A very strong scent spreads from the bottom of the hall, teasing everyone's nostrils.

A blonde girl goes forward in a confident way.

The first thing everyone notices is her blonde well-groomed hair and her intense red lips.

"She doesn't wear the uniform!" Hermione, astonished, realizes.

"Bloody hell" Ron whispers, focusing on the stranger's body.

"What is she wearing?!" Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl and Draco's close friend, exclaims.

An expression of dissent appears on the professors' faces, except for Dumbledore.

The girls are horrified by her clothes, too deep of a neckline and that skirt!Above the knees! Inadmissible!

And what is that nail colour? Pitch black?

Hogwarts (Meg)

I chew gum vigorously as I nonchalantly enter the hall.

Everyone stares at me.

I had expected this.

"But Albus, the year is just over now!" exclaims Professor McGonagall, if I remember correctley she teaches Transfiguration, how to forget it-she hasn't changed at all.

"But how old are you?" asks a red-haired boy, and the voice comes from the Gryffindor table, my old home.

I approach him slowly, sit down at the table and stare at him.

"Shut your mouth, or an owl might mistake you for its nest." I tell him in a whisper.

The boy's mouth is still wide open.

I get up casually, noticing immediately that next to the boy is Harry, Harry Potter.

I look into his eyes, he looks exactly like his father, except for the nose, the nose is Lily's...oh, and of course the emerald green eyes.

"Megan, my dear, you've joined us in fourth year (already late), go ahead and sit at the Slytherin table." Albus smiles.

Slytherin darlings, always immersed in their most unlikely plans and ambitions, many would sell their best friend to get what they want and others would kill to defend their loved ones.

I head to the next table and immediately notice a boy with platinum-blond hair, he is quite tall and petite, noticeable though he is seated.

And there my heart would have stopped if he could move.

He is the Slytherin who killed me, or at least he looks a lot like him.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The Slytherin holds out his hand to me with a grin on his lips.

Malfoy.

"Of course..." I whisper.

I ignore his outstretched hand and sit down next to him.

Everyone has resumed talking in the Hall, of course, they are talking about me.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a cigarette.

"Excuse me, do you have a light?" I ask turning to the boy who is shocked, I would almost feel satisfaction seeing all the confidence on his face vanish by my gesture.

"What is it?" he asks.

I move closer to his face.

You are the son of the bastard who murdered my family, I could kill you instantly or... I could concoct something much, much worse....

I put the cigarette back in my pocket and focus on Draco's eyes.

The revenge is right here, and it will be satisfied, I just have to be patient.

"Where I come from we use them to relax, or rather, though for a pureblood it is improper". I explain, referring to the cigarette.

As soon as I say the word "pureblood" Malfoy's eyes sparkle, as if I had shown him a chocolate store.

"Pureblood huh? Did you hear that Blaise? She's one of us." He exclaims, turning to a very dapper black boy sitting next to him, who nods with laughter.

I smile falsely.

I notice Harry looking at me, wishing he knew my intentions so he wouldn't be in disappointment with me.

"You're so weird Cooper! You really are!" Draco laughs.

Who in their right mind would call his son that?

A vile murderer, but look at him he even has his own hair color!

A beautiful composition of bacon and eggs appears on my plate, and my glass is filled with a yellowish drink.

"Don't drink it, it's gross," Draco warns me.

I wouldn't be able to taste it anyway.

"If Malfoy says so, you can trust him!" a stout, short-haired boy with a full mouth urges me.

Draco raises his eyebrows.

I hate him.

"Well, Megan, you'll soon see where you've landed, I'm not talking about the Slytherins, we're the best, I'm talking about the school." the fair-haired boy punctuates with a tone of conceit.

"The best do not speak ill of others, honey, you should know that, or maybe you have forgotten? Will it be because you drank this piss without paying attention?" I ask sarcastically.

I hear a collective laughter rising from the Gryffindor table, the red-haired boy in particular cracking up laughing.

Draco is annoyed, likewise a girl to my right with black bob hair expresses her disgust at my sarcasm. On the table I notice Malfoy's hand clenched into a fist and then his frowning gaze and tight lips.

Shit, I've been here for...what? Ten minutes? And already I've upset more than two people.

"Come on Draco, I'm kidding." I whisper putting my hand on his closed fist. He looks at me, tightening his lips even more. I smile at him, sneer and then remove my hand.

He doesn't seem to stop being angry and I then sigh in amusement.

"My first friend already can't stand me!" I exclaim.

Hogwarts

Harry is amused by Megan's response, almost the whole room has heard it.

"She's coming at us?!" Ron exclaims with some enthusiasm; Hermione is displeased, not tolerating people who express themselves like that, but the fact that this was against Malfoy amuses, or satisfies her.

Megan is wearing a black leather skirt, and a gold belt that delineates her waist, a tight-fitting, strictly black armholed sweater, and a pair of boots that even cover her knees.

The blond girl sits between Ron and Harry.

"You did great!" Ron exclaims, a little shyly.

"So he's a grouch huh?" Megan asks, referring to Malfoy.

Harry looks at him while he still has a grumpy expression on his face.

"Not the nicest, that is." he whispers.

"I haven't introduced myself, I'm Ron Weasley, nice to meet you." he smiles making his face red.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

The latter does not understand why the girl is staring at him like that, so curious and interested, as if she is studying his person.

"Hermione Granger, how do you do?" Hermione introduces herself.

The girl gives a stunted smile to the newcomer, who reciprocates equally.

"Malfoy is an evil being, I dread to imagine what he'll do to you if you don't get into his good graces!" Ron observes.

Megan moves her hair to one side and unsheathes her wand.

She mumbles something the three onlookers cannot understand, and Hermione's hair is released from its bun.

"Sorry. But you were making me nervous looking like that."

Hermione, upset and distraught, gets up, picking up her bag and heads for the exit of the Great Hall.

"Here's someone else who's not up for the fun..." Megan comments.

Ron and Harry are interjected, but then they both burst out laughing.

The two inform Megan of the classes that will be held during the day, perhaps she will attend starting tomorrow, but either way she wants to be ready, at least that is what Harry believes.

"I'm looking forward to learning."

Hogwarts (Meg)

I spend a lot of time talking to Harry and Ron, then they both make their way to their lesson, the hall gets empty and I remain alone with my thoughts,

"Miss Cooper." a man dressed in black approaches the slytherin table, his long dark hair spilling over his neck and his gloomy expression.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Your uncle would like to have a word with you, can you gently follow me?"

In fact I didn't realize that Dumbledore isn't here anymore.

I stand up, giving a last look towards Draco.

"See you later." I say to Harry.

The professor (I suppose) leads me through the corridors of the school. I must say that nothing changed, I still remember when I used to walk through this place and run because I was late. The paintings always move in the same way, with the same expressions, they're observing me, but I don't think they remember, or yes, and shut anyway, as if a silent deal was stated in secret between them and I; Hogwarts knows in some dark way, and doesn't forget.

Suddenly, the professor turns around and grasps my face.

Not knowing what to do, I stay still and don't move a muscle.

"Megan, huh? You look like your, how to say, homonymous." he articulates, slowly.

I force myself to remember if I've already seen him: very dark eyes, raven and oily hair, important nose.

"Severus! Dear nephew, I see you already know professor Severus Snape." Dumbledore appears behind me, and suddenly the professor gets off me.

Snape? Who? Severus Snape?

"Meg, dear, you need to get settled in your dormitory, don't you think?"

"I do." I smile at him.

I take a cigarette and matches to light it up.

Snape looks at me without emotions, as if smoking wasn't something new to him.

"I need you to understand Severus, my nephew is pretty eccentric." Albus defends me.

"I see it." he observes, raising a brow. "Your baggage has already been settled up, Miss Cooper, Mr. Malfoy will lead you to undergrounds, the members of your house live there."

"Well how to say? Rags-to-riches!"

I admit to having thought of it, and I also admit that I like my rude attitude.

Draco's arms are crossed and his gaze is grim.

I follow him without saying a word.

"Follow me." he speaks to me.

"That's what I'm doing." I answer annoyingly. "Are you still mad?" I ask walking next to him.

He's taller than me, as I've already understood, and his expression is so cold.

"We're not friends, Cooper." he seethes.

I burst into a laugh.

I need to be his friend, otherwise my plan will shatter.

"Do you still mock me? You've been here for a few hours and you have already found a way to live it up?" he shouts, but still walking with faster steps.

I keep smoking, then I reach him and I let out smoke from my mouth on his shoulder.

"You're right, you know? I've been so rude, I should've been a good girl, forgive me!" I bring my hand on my forehead dramatically.

He just ignores me.

The entrance consists of a stone wall that slides to the side, allowing access. Two sculptures representing two cobras which could animate if someone says the wrong password. I remember how it works because I was here years ago...

"Pureblood." Draco whispers.

Then he turns to face me and warns me "Remember it, it's the password and if you say it wrong something terrible can happen to you." he smirks.

"Uhh, I'm not scared of two little snakes."

"They are cobras." he clarifies mockingly.

"Whatever." I mumble.

"Do you think it's funny, Cooper? You keep contradicting me?"

Oh sure.

"You are a nervous boy. Very."

My approach to him is not convenient.

"Someone told me that you're not to be trusted, too..." I continue.

He snaps and stops.

I notice that the tie of his uniform is untied.

"I bet that Potter told you, didn't he? And that fool of Weasley too, that beggar!"

The way he speaks about his schoolmates, his expression, his voice, the vein on his forehead about to burst.

I get closer to him, and I straighten his green silver detailed tie, just like the colors of his house.

"Sorry, you looked more ridiculous than your words. Draco, how long will it take to reach my room? I'm so tired, you know. I think I'll start going to lesson tomorrow..." I hush myself down.

He shakes his head and keeps walking, stepping in a very beautiful room with a green light.

"We're under..."

"The Black Lake, yes." he finishes the sentence.

The walls are handsome, and I can admire the depth of the Lake through the glasses, but I hated that place, marine creatures impressed me so much, and we can say that all that darkness didn't help. Now I don't even notice it, but as I did some years ago, I'm thankful that this is not my house.

The black leather armchairs and the tables are fascinating and extremely elegant. In the common room five fireplaces follow one another and paintings of every kind lead to the little library.

We finally reach a mahogany staircase inlaid with sculpture of snakes, which leads to dormitories that, differently from Griffyndor's one, don't separate girls and boys. Once we arrived upstairs, I notice that my future room doesn't look so bad.

"I have to go to class, Cooper."

"Call me, Meg." I whisper standing on my tiptoe, attempting to reach his ear in vain.

He gulps, as if he was embarrassed, and goes away.

I open my trunk and settle my things, little by little, slowly, then I lay on my four poster bed.

The curtains are green and silver, they're almost better than Gryfiindor's one if I think of it, who knows if they changed.

The desk and the wardrobe are made of dark coloured solid wood, and the big window looks out under water, unfortunately.

I feel like I have to be in contact with my old house, and maybe Harry represents it, or it's not enough.

A dark air will shoot down my body, I feel it.

A meow cuts off my thoughts, Wendy.

"What are you doing here? Go away!" I whisper.

She jumps on my bed and observes me in response.

"Don't look at me like that, you know whose side I am on, don't you?" I ask more to myself than to her.

Hogwarts

The very next day everybody went to attend their classes, but the fourth year students didn't look forward to seeing the new girl stepping in.

How naive, but after all no one suspects who is hidden under that light colored lipstick and that careless expression.

"For me she'll skip classes! In my opinion she should've started yesterday, instead she stayed all the time in undergrounds because she was nowhere to be found!" Hermione comments, talking to Harry and Ron.

Potion classroom is so dark, and smells of different scents, students chat quietly, fearful of Snape's sudden entrance.

Severus enters the classroom, and silent falls, without blinking an eye, immediately, everybody puts their own books on their desks; but the entrance of a more particular person than Severus catches their attention.

"You're late." Snape articulates, speaking to Megan.

The girl wears a white skirt and a black top, and a pair of velvet shoes.

The tapping sound of Megan's heels is taken as an answer from Snape who looks at her with contempt.

Everyone observes Megan walking: from the bottom of the classroom to her seat, in the first line, since the only free desk was the one next to Draco.

Meg puts her bag, completely different from the others' one, on the desk.

She waves Draco who raises his eyebrows back.

"Well, now take page 493, quickly." Snape requires, pulling his wand out.

Megan is hung up with something, after all she has already studied that stuff, and she knows enough.

"What the hell are you doing?" Malfoy whispers at Cooper, watching her as she extracts a cigarette and matches from her bag.

She looks at him and smiles.

She also takes a small black case, opens it and dyes her lips with red lipstick, less light than the day before.

Draco observes how Megan opens her mouth and spreads her lips as she applies the lipstick; he brings a strand of hair behind her ear and the boy sees her features, the line of her nose, her eyelids and her right cheekbone.

As if he was losing himself in that perfect skin, those soft features...as if he was studying the symmetry of her face.

"You really want to get in trouble, don't you?" he whispers at Megan.

She just ignores him.

"Mr. Malfoy, can you repeat what I just said?" Snape asks, annoyingly.

Draco hasn't listened to his professor at all.

"You are speaking about Snakes, and you asked what kills a snake. Granger can answer." Megan interferes, shifting her sight on Hermione, who is raising her hand, obviously.

"Your impertinence is not welcome, your uncle surely must have hinted good manners."

Megan stares at him, keeping on not to show any sign of fear.

Harry is amazed by the way the "new girl" stands up against one the most frightening teachers in Hogwarts.

"What a guy..." Ron whispers.

"Your uniform, Cooper." the professor points out, walking away from her desk.

Draco watches the movements of his classmate as she lights a cigarette; the way she holds it between her colored lips...the smoke that escapes and spreads in the air, coming to Snapes' nostrils.

"Put it out immediately." Snape requires, with his high tone.

Megan stands up and places herself in front of the professor, letting out the smoke again, towards his face.

"You want one?" Megan asks, cheekily, causing a general chuckle.

The professor looks angry, mad.

He grasps her by her harm, forcefully, she can't feel pain unfortunately.

Draco is amazed and worried about Snapes' intentions at the same time.

After all, Megan saved him from a lecture.

Harry looks annoyed, along with Ron and Hermione.

"Where is he taking her, in your opinion?" Hermione demands.

"Nothing won't happen, she is Dumbledore's nephew." Ron notices.

Hogwarts (Megan)

Piton is holding my wrists, I don't if it's too tight, I can't feel anything.

"You deserve a punishment." he whispers, harshly.

Said so, he takes me to a room that I haven't never seen before. It's strange.

There are other teachers, too, and I have to admit that I don't remember many of them, or maybe I don't know them at all.

The room has a wonderful scarlet crystal chandelier and magenta tables.

"C'mon, don't be so tough with her." some paintings interfere.

Severus just ignores it, and keeps on dragging me through the room.

"Sit down." he requires.

I scroll my shoulders and take a seat, watching the table, that changes color, it has become red.

"Tell what the hell this rubbish is!" he impounds my cigarette.

"Well, they're great to get your lungs black, they cause damage insides and to skin, especially they're cause of early death and sterility, said so, they can spread nerves." I explain without blinking an eye. "Muggle invention, of course." I smile, showing my teeth.

Piton grinned.

"We're done, you can go." he ends.

What? That's it?

I stand up and pull the chair under the table which becomes magenta.

I don't dare to ask questions, maybe I don't even care, Severus has always been weird, and, as I can see, he got worse because of old age.

Hogwarts (Megan)

The bell rings and I slowly start to go to the classroom where the next lesson will take place, but someone calls my name.
Draco.
«Hey! Cooper! Hey!» he shouts through the crowd.
I turn around smiling as he gets closer, he has my purse that I left there on purpose.
«You forgot this.» he says, as he hands it to me.
«Thanks Malfoy.» I say, looking into his eyes.
He nods and he goes on his way.
«Surprising! Malfoy being nice!» says Weasley, while talking with Granger.
«So, Weasley? Where's your friend?» I ask, while crossing my arms.
Hermione clears her voice and points towards the class we just left.
Harry is sitting, looking quiet and brooding.
«Hey, lightning bolt, something's wrong?» I inquire getting closer to him, as he notices me and gets up.
«Oh, don't worry, it's nothing. Anyways, did Piton give you a hard time?»
I start laughing and bring my hand to my mouth.
«Well, no.» I say in response.
He moves a hair strand out of his face, and I see his scar.
«Does it hurt?»
«Oh, rarely.»
He smiles a bit and then picks up his books from his desk.
«Don't hide it... It's a proof that you're alive, that you made it.»
He looks at me confused, he probably finds it invading from me; he nervously nods and we get out of the classroom together.
«Next lesson?» I quest, looking at my nails.
«Transfiguration» answers Harry. «Professor McGrannit is really strict.»
I know he's alluding to me not wearing my uniform, but I couldn't care less.
«So?»
«You should wear something more appropriate.» whispers Hermione.
«Come on! Everyone's strict, don't worry Megan, McGranitt won't do worse than Piton.» Ron calms me... If only he knew that I'm not nervous and that I can't even be calm...
I shrug as we all go to Minerva McGranitt's class.
The professor wears a green velvet dress and a black pointy hat.
We sit down, and I find myself sitting next to Ron.
«See? She didn't say anything about your clothing.»
The teacher hands everyone a bronze candlestick, and I notice that when she gets to my desk she tightens her lips and turns up her nose.

«Here you go, Cooper.»
I ignore the cold tone she used, and I tighten my grip on the candlestick between my arms.
«Transfiguration, uh?» I demand rhetorically.
«Are you any good? Please tell me you are, I suck at it.» whispers Weasley, nearly praying to me.
I smile and look at the candlestick.
«Take your wands, concentrate, think about transforming the candlestick in the first thing that comes to your mind.»
I point my wand to the object, and I start to think.
I remember that the first time I did this dumb thing I had transformed a fork into a great Dane.
Ron transforms the candlestick into slimy green mush, that —by the way everyone's wrinkling their nose— smells bad.
«See? I really suck.» he establishes, sad.
I know that I won't need the wand, but I need to pretend to be using it.
I transform the candlestick into a dragon statuette.
The next two hours go by slowly, everything's theory, that I know by heart, but I didn't remember it being this much boring.
As soon as I get to the hallways two guys, twins with red hair, get close to me.
«You're the new girl–»
«–right?»

I can't believe this...
«Two Weasleys, huh? I'm Megan, it's a pleasure» I introduce myself while smiling lightly.
«When's the next Quidditch practice?» someone asks.
The two twins give a slight nod to let them understand that they have no clue.
Quidditch...
«I'm Fred, and he's George!» one of the two says.
«I have to go, friends.» I quickly say as soon as I see Draco is passing by this corridor.
«Malfoy!» I shout.
«Cooper, what the hell do you want?»
I get closer while biting my bottom lip.
«When's Quidditch?»
He looks at me confused, and a grin makes its way on his face.
«Do you really know how to use a broom?» he asks amused, the smirk becoming a bit more evil.
«Want to see?» I raise an eyebrow and get closer to his face.
He backs away, as if my face made him flustered.

Hogwarts -The Next Day-

«Harry, be quick! Or you'll lose practice!» Ron reprehends him, while both of them run towards the Quidditch camp, a quite big area of grass.
The two guys get to the tribunes.
On camp there's Draco Malfoy and the new girl.
«Hey, that's Megan!» Ron shouts, as he points towards the girl.
«Why is she so close to Malfoy? She couldn't have become a friend of his...» says Hermione.
The three of them get closer, trying to understand what they're doing.
Draco is terribly busy trying to explain something to Megan.
The boy gets on the broom and the girl follows him, as Draco looks visibly nervous.
It's not really crowded, just a bunch of students from other houses practicing by themselves.
«Am I wrong or is Draco nervous?» Ron slightly smirks while saying this.
The platinum-haired boy feels the young woman's body against his and a shiver runs down his spine.
He feels his blood boil as he puts his hands onto the girl's hand as together they tighten their grip on the broom's stick.
Malfoy notices that he's panting in the moment he sees the girl's hair move a bit.

Hogwarts (Meg)

I hold onto the broom as I sit on it, behind me there's Draco, and his hands tighten themselves on mine.
«So? Do you know how to fly or not?» his voice breaks a bit, seduction is a really strong weapon.
I look at him, and I get closer with my back to his body, more and more.
His breath becomes more irregular.
Out of nowhere, he lets my hands go and gets up from the broom.
«I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well.» he says under his breath before running away.
I don't say anything and stay there on the broom, I wave towards Harry and Ron, and that acid girl, Hermione, engulfed in that red and gold scarf.
«Easier than expected.»

Hogwarts (Meg).

Dumbledore summoned me to his office, who knows what I did?

"My dear, are you well?" he asks, handing me a cup of tea, which I refuse, shaking my head.

"I am."

"I have noticed that you have made friends with your house mates. Particularly with Mr. Malfoy." whispers the last part.

"I'm just trying to be nice." I sit down and take off my shoes; I can't know if they're uncomfortable, but judging by the cuts on my feet, I'd say yes.

"Is there anything I can do?" he demands.

"They will heal quickly," I say as I tie my hair with a rubber band.

Dumbledore observes my expression, and reaches over taking a strand of hair and tucking it behind my ear.

"You look so different, eh youth!" he clears his throat. "I hope you have crystal clear intentions with those around you," he shrugs, turning his gaze to the large window. "You know, the risk is high," he comments.

I smile, and cross my arms.

"I notice that Harry looks exactly like James."

"Except for..."

"The nose, yes that's Lily's."

"I would have said the eyes-"

"No, the nose," I insist.

I remember my best friend's face, better than anyone else, I remember the details that no one ever noticed, maybe not even the person closest to her.

"You may go." Dumbledore simply says. "Avoid smoking in class, at least in class, honey." he adds.

"I'll avoid." I reply, putting my shoes back on.

As I run into the dungeons a voice familiar to me catches my attention.

"Malfoy! I thought you were sick! You ran away two days ago and I never saw you again!" I hasten to say as I approach.

He swallows, it's so funny to see how he changes his expression.

"Has the cat got your tongue? You were just making wicked jokes about Potter and now it looks like I've seen a dead body!"

He should take me seriously, I mean, a corpse!!! My sense of humor has gone along with my sensitive knowledge!

"I'm fine, Cooper, really!"

Draco turns an uneasy glance to his two friends, the girl with the helmet and the elegant scion named Blaise.

"Then why did you gasp?" I raise my voice so as to embarrass him in front of the onlookers.

His milky skin takes on color, and his face flares up.

"I didn't wheeze!"

"Okay! Okay! I understand!" I wink at him, then continue on my way.

If only He were here, He'd be amused-or maybe not, He'd just be jealous, but He'd laugh anyway.

I enter the room I share with two amoebas: I am bored with these room-mates.

One is short and has greying, greasy hair, the other is a little taller and wears a blue clip in her dark hair full of split ends. The first is named Vanessa and the other Samantha.

"Girls." I greet, throw myself on the bed and close my eyes.

"We are going to study in the common room, are you coming?"

My dears, I have studied all this before when you were still soiling your diapers or not even in your parents' innermost thoughts, but details.

"I think I'll study here," I mumble, continuing to keep my eyes closed.

"Whatever. "and they go out.

I sit in the middle of the bed and look at the closet, too spacious for my taste, and too skimpy for my clothes.

I take out a cigarette and snap my fingers and light it; no one has seen me, so I don't need to use matches.

I pull a dress out of the closet, a champagne-colored one with lace on the edge.

Someone knocks on the door, and without waiting for my answer I open it.

"Cooper, they told me I'd find you here." Draco has the usual unbearable expression on his face.

You're just like your father, you bastard.

"What do you want now? Have you gotten over your anger?"

"I came to warn you that you mustn't allow yourself to say such things in front of my friends anymore, is that clear to you? " he widens his nostrils, and his lips twitch.

I sit on the bed, and take off my shoes, and the earrings I put on this morning.

"Or else?" I ask as I slip the belt off my waist, which held the dark dress tightly to my body.

"Or else your stay here will be hell," he threatens as he approaches.

"That's it? Just Hell?" I provoke this insolent brat.

I throw the cigarette butt into a dustbin next to the closet.

Draco swallows.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he asks when he sees that I remove my thigh-highs.

"They're terribly uncomfortable, you know."

If only I could feel that!

I slowly slip them off and throw them at him; after a few seconds he throws them back at me.

His face is shocked, as if he is about to scream or get even more nervous.

"So, you said hell, go ahead," I invite him, and slowly untie his hair.

"Well... Yes, I mean...." his voice trembles as I lie on the bed pulling up my dress a little.

"I mean?" I urge him.

He brings a hand to the back of his head and nervously leaves the room, visibly in a state of uneasiness.

"That's right, you bastard. You figured out who's in charge," I whisper.

Hogwarts (Meg)

"No! I told you Herman, I'm not going to wear the uniform!" I punctuate by addressing Granger.

We are in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry wanted me to come there at all costs, it is exactly as I remember it. The Gryffindor Common Room is circular, large and cozy. It is furnished with comfortable armchairs, ottomans and low tables; it is also occupied by the huge marble fireplace. The floor is covered with a vermilion red and gold carpet, while the walls are draped with drapes and magnificent tapestries in the colors of my beloved house. There is certainly no lack of a library almost as well stocked as the main one.

I think a kind of friendship is developing, it's great! I can protect him better if I'm close to him.

"Hermione! It's not that hard to learn!" she squeals, clutching the book in her hands.

I shake my head and pull a flask containing Muggle vodka out of my pocket.

"What is it?" Ron asks, frowning.

"Drink." I hand him the flask and he looks at me hesitantly before taking it.

"Don't be shy, come on," I encourage him.

Ron looks at Harry and Hermione, then at the flask and finally drinks.

"What does it taste like?" asks Harry curiously.

"Well ... it's strong, and it tastes like strawberry and lemon and ... " Ron's face is flushed and his eyes are no joke either.

I have to take into account that they are not immune to this stuff.

"Ginger, now give it here!" I snatch the flask from him and down the remaining liquid; it slightly stings my throat, but the effect lasts so short that I need it again and again.

"Minors can't drink these things, you know we're only fourteen!"

"Herman, don't get me wrong, but you really do equate to a dusty book full of cobwebs and all crumpled up."

"Meaning?"

"Disgustingly classic." I conclude, getting up from the dark leather couch.

"I'm going to tease someone from my house, you never get bored at Hogwarts. "I exclaim, smiling.

"Try wearing the uniform!" shouts Hermione before I'm out of the room, and I -good girl that I am not- raise my middle finger.

*morning later*

Megan? Meg! Come on wake up, Meg, or we'll get caught! We have to go back to the castle, please Meg!

"I'm coming!" I mutter as I wake up.

I realize my roommates are not there, so who the hell called me? Maybe I dreamed, could it be? The fact is that I am very late, and I have no idea what to wear today, in short, something breathtaking, as always.

"Let's see..." I open the closet and rummage through the clothes, until I grab one, it's gray and knee-length.

"Well, this is the best of sobriety, at least for me."

I put it on, and to be quicker I decide to materialize at the bottom of the stairs of the astronomy classroom.

Yes, I know! It is not allowed to materialize at Hogwarts, but being Dumbledore's "niece" has its advantages; even he can do it having had special permission from the Ministry.

My step rumbles as I walk up the stairs leading to the divination class, I have put on the most beautiful shoes I have, they are burgundy and have a small ruby on the toe and the heel is not very high.

"Good morning, professor. "I enter the classroom and without looking at her face I greet her.

I take a seat next to Harry.

"Her name is Cooman, Professor Sibyl Cooman," she informs me. The name is not new to me...could it be Sybill...the misunderstood seer of the class of 1977?

The desks are not such, they are round tables, similar to those in the Muggle bars I have been to, but more beautiful and ornate; in the center of them a crystal ball, a real one.

"Divination, then?"

Harry nods, just as his father did.

"James, you are not a donkey! Answer with words, not facial gestures, thank you!"

"Could you please refrain from making eye contact with people who are talking to you? I don't bite, plus I'm also your desk mate," I tell him under my breath.

Harry swallows and nods, again.

"So dear! Dear, dear!" the teacher begins, but I don't listen to anything else because I'm focused on observing Draco, and as soon as she notices me staring at him, she turns to her friend, who I found out was named Pansy.

"You bastard... "I whisper.

"What did you say?" retorts Harry.

"Nothing," I sigh.

The professor is a rather shocking and unique guy -- really, I've never seen such an eccentric person! Just as she was when she was young.

The clothing leaves a lot to be desired, I wonder if that robe is synthetic, poor professor, evidently she is so engrossed in her teaching that she doesn't realize the amused and weirded out faces of the kids...including me.

"Good. Let's get started! Potter my dear! You know what to do!"

Exactly...what should she do?

I give him a questioning and even worried look: I would like to feel this emotion, but I can only remember what it was like.

"Meg, put your hands on the orb," says Harry, and I comply.

"What do you see dear? What do you see?"

Harry looks at the sphere concentrating, scrutinizing it carefully, just as if he were studying a bacterium and standing in a laboratory.

"Nothing, I can't see," he then sentences, tightening his lips.

The professor walks over to the table and pats Harry on the back.

Everyone looks at us in curiosity, and I take my hands off the sphere.

"Nothing? What do you mean nothing? No way!" laughs Sibyl hysterically.

"Come on dear, put your hands back."

I am confused, the nervous system can't encode what is happening.

"Well?" I ask a little annoyed, and find that I have the attention of others again.

An expression of horror paints itself on the professor's face, terrible to look at.

"What...you...you..."

"What did you see?" asks Harry wanting to know.

I look at her making my eyes become two slits.

The sphere lights up toward the center and the professor starts babbling nonsense words.

"I saw ... the dea-" before I can finish I concentrate so that the sphere shatters, which it does, then Sibyl interrupts.

Those present remain silent, observing the shards of glass on the coffee table.

"Excuse me! Ah, the power of divination! What an astral concept, now if you don't mind I need some air."

I get up and Harry is visibly shocked.

The professor does not answer me and simply nods.

I run down the hallway.

He was about to find out everything!

One thing is certain...No more divination! None of this stuff!

Or at least in front of the class.

I need to change, this dress mentally oppresses me, we need something fresh, something new.

Of course!

Hogwarts

Draco walks silently down the path that leads him to his room, he is pensive; after what happened with Meg during divination hour his nerves have been teased even more.

He does not understand what is happening to him this week. Something has changed. He is more vulnerable, nervous, he can no longer focus on the smallest things in his daily life.

The boy stops suddenly hearing noises coming from his room.

He pulls out his wand and opens the door.

"What the heck are you doing here?"

Hogwarts

"What the hell do you want from me? And what are you doing in my room?!" draco exclaims upon seeing Megan rummaging through her closet.
"Relax Malfoy, you just act like I'm not there."
Draco throws the bag on the floor and tightens his lips.
"You shouldn't be here, damn you!"
"That's no way to treat a Megan, honey, no, no. Absolutely not!" the girl says, turning around.
Draco takes his wand and points it at her; but before he can open his mouth she disarms him.
"Expelliarmus!"
The boy's wand flies next to someone else's bed and Meg continues to search undisturbed for what she needs.
"Found them! How many do you have!"she pulls out a brand-new school uniform. "Okay, Draco. Thanks for letting me borrow it!" she then exclaims, flashing a fake smile.
"Can't you get it from your uncle?"
"My dear, I threw away the one he gave me, however now I need it, just out of curiosity I have to try it!" she explains sneering.
Draco remains interjected, picks up the wand from the floor and scrutinizes it to check that it is not broken.
But when he turns around, it falls back to him.
"What are you doing?" he asks bewildered.
"I'm wearing it, you have a pretty good mirror."
Megan takes off her dress, remaining in her underwear, but she doesn't mind being seen.
Without further ado she puts on the shirt.
"It's too big, however, if I adjust it a little...it can be done."
"Meg... can you put...something under it?" stammers Malfoy, pointing to the young woman's slender legs.
She smiles at him and lifts her shirt, tying a knot above her navel.
"Is that better, honey?" she whispers, moving closer to the boy.
Draco is in a state of emotions he has never felt before, as if his ego is now faltering.
The girl takes his hand and strokes his back with her thumb.
"What's the matter? Is it so bad for me?"
She pulls away from him and begins to twirl, accompanying this movement with a laugh.
Draco remains motionless and his milky skin takes on a reddish hue.
"Okay! Can you get dressed?"
"Are you telling me I'm not beautiful, Draco?" Megan asks lying down on one of the beds, which-ironically-is Malfoy's.
Draco is filled with a sense of restlessness, he is longing for that girl, she is so beautiful and seductive, he wants her.
After all, he is a teenager, and his body wants to express itself in the love field.
Or just physically.
"So, if you don't like it and I'm really afraid I'll have to leave," the girl slowly gets up from the bed, and puts her shoes back on, then tosses her hair to one side, picks up her dress and walks to the door.
The green and silver walls contrast with the color of Draco's hair, whose heart is beating very fast.
She can't help it; he has to stop her.
Before the girl can grab the handle to get out, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her to himself.
"Give me a kiss," he whispers.
"You're such an idiot, you know that, Malfoy?" smiles Megan, stroking his hair.
"Give me a kiss." the boy keeps asking, as if he were under the influence of some spell or heavy drug.
"You want me so badly, don't you?" she whispers a few millimeters from his mouth. "You desire me."
Draco pulls her even tighter to him and smells her scent, to which he can't give an explanation; he feels the urge to brush her lips so much that he is willing to humiliate his ego to get what he wants.
"I'm in the mood for a cigarette, if you don't mind. "Megan frees herself from his grip and picks up her bag, which she had placed next to the closet; she pulls out a cigarette and a match and begins to draw out the smoke.
Draco stood motionless, his fists clenched and his gaze in pain.
Megan approaches him.
"Do you want to?" she asks, handing him the cigarette.
"I've never tried," he mumbles.
The girl puts cigarette between her lips and when she expels the smoke she does so on Draco's lips.
The room is getting warmer, it is as if it is more fervent in the dungeon and time has stopped.
"Now open your lips," she whispers to him.
This time the smoke penetrates the boy's half-open lips, and beyond that the girl's lips rest on his.
Megan squeezes the boy, who in turn puts his hands around her hips.
It is as if there is a parallel dimension, one that cannot be explained or understood.
Draco is completely absorbed by that blond girl, as if everything else becomes smaller and insignificant.
"I have to go," the girl says, breaking away. "Or I'll be late for class."
She snaps her fingers and a black leather skirt appears on her, from her navel to above her knees.
"Stay..."
She in response laughs and leaves after gathering her things.
Leaving the boy breathless and the cigarette butt in his hand.

Hogwarts (Meg)
Forgive me! Forgive me!!!

I would never kiss someone else.
But unfortunately it's part of my strategy.

I fix my lipstick and head for the Great Hall for lunch.
As soon as I enter I immediately notice Ron inviting me to sit next to him.
"See Herman, I've got my uniform on," I smile, turning to the girl in front of me.
Harry smiles amused at the way I put it on.
"It's a man's shirt, you know?" informs me Hermione bringing the spoon full of soup to her mouth.
Ron looks at me raising his eyebrows and Harry tightens his lips.
"Really?" I pretend to have no idea why he is wearing it.
They look at each other, and I can tell from their expressions what they are thinking.
"But it looks good on me, right Ron?" I ask pointing at him.
He swallows and then hastens to say, "Sure, it looks very good on you."
Harry bursts out laughing and I follow suit while Hermione is in a state of total disapproval.
"Hermione don't be like that, and stop stuffing yourself with this mush."
"You smell different you know?" notes Ron, approaching.
"You know what? I'm not so hungry anymore, I think I'll have an apple," I declare, grabbing the fruit.
I turn toward the Slytherin table where Draco is sitting.
"Enjoy your meal, Malfoy," I wish him, then bite into the green apple, and head toward the teachers' table.
"Miss Cooper, may I help you?" asks Professor McGranitt politely.
I ignore her and take another bite of the apple.
"Miss? You can't sit here!" she raises her voice as I sit down next to her.
"I need to talk to my uncle," I cut her short.
"My dear, don't be rude, wait for me in my office, come on!" Dumbledore says.
I get up making sure to make the most annoying noise possible with my chair, enough to line the floor.
All the professors hush, and my poor manners and the clicking of my shoes resound in the room.
I nod to Draco, then toss him the apple I bit.
On the apple is a spell, an inscription -- to let him know I'm waiting for him in his room.


Hogwarts
"It's clear. That's some Slytherin's shirt," Ron whispers.
"Come on! You're so perceptive Ron!" exclaims Hermione wryly.
"But where does Malfoy go?" wonders Harry.
"He's weird these days, I mean always mean and obnoxious, but weird," Ron observes.
The blond-haired boy heads toward the dungeon, looking for Megan.
He opens the door to his room, and to his nostrils comes the smoke emanating from a cigarette.
"Finally, it took you so long!"
Draco lies next to her, on her bed, and together they gaze at the ceiling.
"Why did you want to see me?"
Megan smiles and brings the cigarette to her mouth.
"To chat."
Draco wonders if that kiss meant anything, either to him or to her.
"You kissed me earlier, and I'm a little confused right now, so I don't know what to talk about."
So awkward, so helpless, so sincere.
Qualities that do not belong to him, or at least until this moment.
Megan sits up and looks at him, then kisses the corner of his mouth.
"Don't be shy, Draco."
How can he not smell like smoke? She maintains that wonderful scent without polluting herself with outside aromas, but this time a fragrance has lingered on her skin, and Draco can smell that it is his own smell, the smell of his shirt.
And he likes it, he really likes knowing that she has something of his on her.
"You have such eyes-no nothing, never mind."
"What?" the young man asks curiously, not understanding the girl's sentence.
In response the latter sits astride him, and kisses him.
Inevitably Draco's hands encircle Megan's waist, and the bodies of both are closer than ever.
Megan knows she has to stop, her cards must be played slowly, or everything will fall apart....
The two are interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
"Mr. Malfoy!"
Snape's grave, stern voice makes sure to bring Draco back to reality.
Megan sneers and stands up.
"Coming, Professor, just a moment!"
Megan continues to stare at him and revels in the risk they are taking.
"If he finds you here you'll get in trouble," the boy whispers to her.
Megan opens the large closet and hides there, satisfied with what she has done.
"What took you so long to open?" asks Snape looking down on the student.
"Excuse me," exclaims Malfoy acidly.
"Why aren't you in class?"
"I have a big headache." he justifies himself.
But the professor won't listen to reason, so he grabs him by the arm and drags him away from the room.

Hogwarts -day after-

"Megan, it wasn't nice of you to react that way," whispers Dumbledore, sitting down at his desk.

"I'm sorry, I really am."

"Don't lie."

The girl rolls her eyes, and adjusts her shirt.

"It's not yours?"

"Everything's going my way." she sneers, thinking about the second shirt Malfoy took.

"What do you want?"

Megan does not answer and just crosses her arms and stares at the large window.

"That boy, he's not bad, he's-"

"I don't care about him, I just want revenge, he's part of the plan," whispers the girl.

Dumbledore shakes his head, defeated.

"I trust your sanity."

"Me too."

Megan gets up and glances at the elderly wizard before leaving, then exits the office.

As she saunters through the corridors she hears shouts and rumbles coming from the Great Hall.

"Do you want to see, Potter?"

It is Draco's voice, and it is a very irritating tone.

There is a large crowd next to the Slytherin table, and some people are clapping; some are laughing and some are shouting.

"What's going on?!" exclaims Megan as she rushes over; no one answers her, so it is impossible to tell whether a fight has broken out or they are simply arguing heatedly.

"Stop!" shouts the girl, when she notices that Draco and Harry are shoving each other, complete with insults from both of them.

Hermione and Ron try to help Harry, but in vain; Weasley notices that Megan has arrived, and whistles to her for attention and help.

"All right, you brats," whispers Megan.

Hermione is aghast at what the girl does, simply moving her hand separates the two squabblers, knocking them to opposite sides of the Hall.

"That's it. Now there's nothing left to see, dislodge!" the blonde shouts to the crowd and everyone is shocked and amused at the same time.

Harry gets up a little sore, and his friends run toward him, while Draco immediately advances toward Megan.

"What were you thinking?" he shouts.

"That wasn't me harassing a classmate of mine, Draco," replies Megan; the latter approaches Harry.

"Sorry but it was necessary, let me see."

"Oh, it wasn't you, it was Malfoy. "Harry explains, showing his bloody arm.

"I know, I meant for throwing you off, this kind of magic doesn't harm in a violent way, it can scare yes, but not hurt."

"Did you know this, Hermione?" asks Ron with an half smile.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"Fine, I'll take him to the infirmary," Ron announces, and Hermione follows him.

Draco remained at the opposite side, grumbling and full of anger.

"Malfoy, why are you torturing Potter?"

"None of your business, you witch!"

"Honey, I may be a witch, but ugly...come on! Ugly really not!" jokes Megan patting him on the arm.

"Ow! Take it easy!"

"Did you get a boo-boo? Poor Malfoy!" jokes Megan by patting him on the arm again. "Come on, let me see, take off your shirt."

The boy rolls his eyes, shakes his head.

"All right, then let's go to your room," Megan sentences by taking his hand, a gesture disregarded by both of them.

"The year is almost over, how will you do with exams?" asks Draco worriedly.

"I'll do. Just because I made it to the end of term doesn't mean I'm not ready to pass that stuff."

They both walk toward the dorms, Draco speaks the password, and at a brisk pace they enter his room.

Megan as first thing lights a cigarette.

"Now, you're not ashamed to undress huh?"

Draco shakes his head. "It's just a scratch."

"I don't think so, go ahead. "The girl invites him as she sits on her bed.

Draco takes off his shirt, revealing the huge bruise on his right arm.

Megan gets out of bed and grabs his arm.

"I'm going to the infirmary..."

"No, Potter is there, best to avoid. I'll do it." she decides, throwing the cigarette in the dustbin.

Having said that Megan presses on Draco's bruise, who lets out a moan of pain, but the girl kisses him as she continues to press on the bruise: the more intense the kiss becomes, the more the bruise disappears.

Megan with her other hand caresses Malfoy's chest and pulls him closer to her, and he puts his arm around her waist.

"See? I took care of it." whispers Megan, pulling away and showing the boy that the bruise is gone.

Draco remains puzzled, partly by the kiss, partly by the strange magic accomplished.

"How did you do that?" he asks.

Megan does not answer and outlines the outline of the boy's shoulder with her finger, sending shivers down his spine.

"Next time I'll take you to the infirmary if you prefer," she whispers in his ear as she stands up on her toes.

Draco is exhausted that after the kiss Meg always has to leave or that they are interrupted.

She wants something that will endure, and persist.

"Don't go."

A smile appears on the young woman's face. "Why?"

"You kiss me and then run away?"

"I don't run away," says the girl, drawing closer.

Draco crosses his arms, he knows he is vulnerable, he knows he has to be cautious, he can't trust her right away, he knows.

He knows, so what?

Hogwarts

Harry Potter eats lunch with his friends, heedless of the rest.

Or maybe not.

There is a little alarm bell inside him that he cannot explain.

The Dark Lord is back, he has confronted him, and yet he feels that he is not alone; he has the help of his friends....

That blond girl, who was immediately friendly toward him, that quirky girl, the principal's niece.... perhaps he considers her his friend? He sees in her something familiar, in her eyes, her voice, her speech, her expressions, her smile; something intense and deep, concealed by an icy barrier and therefore inscrutable.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione brings him back to reality.

"Are you with us?" asks Ron.

Harry nods as he continues to eat the steak on his plate.

"So...what were you saying Ron? About Megan's account?"

"Rumor has it that she was seen coming out of Malfoy's room...with his shirt on," he whispers. "Fred told me," the boy concludes.

"That's impossible, they're not together, if it's true well...I just don't know how she's with that." whispers Hermione.

The three look over to the Slytherin table and notice Megan talking to Draco.

"They're just conversing "whispers Hermione.

Megan gets up and sits on Draco's lap, putting an arm around him, and starting to laugh.

"Bloody hell, you say?!" exclaims Ron, contracting his face.

"That doesn't mean I'm as cruel as he is.... Ron finish staring at them!" Harry picks him up.

Ron watches that girl so amused while that monster Draco watches her admiringly, and something unpleasant snaps inside him.

"I hope Snape catches them wincing at the table."

Harry and Hermione look questioningly at their friend, more confused than ever.

"Did you guys see that? Unbelievable! Cooper and Malfoy!" interjects George Weasley, taking a seat next to his brother.

"Yeah..." sighs Ron.

"She's not necessarily his girlfriend!" reminds him of Harry.

Draco brushes a lock of hair away from her face, a gesture no one would expect from a guy like him, yet he did it.

"If they kiss I'm going to vomit," Ron informs him.

"Then I suggest you run to the toilet right away... "whispers Hermione.

The redhead turns around and a strange scene dawns on him...and at the same time sappy and cheeky.

Megan and Draco are kissing, but the other Slytherins do not seem surprised, except for Pansy Parkinson's outrage, while some boys from the other houses are.

"How does she do it? Doesn't she get nauseous? A despicable being like him doesn't deserve her!" exclaims Ron and then gets up and heads for the exit.

"Has he gone mad? He can't take it badly, what does he care?" wonders Hermione bewildered.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites into a slice of toast.

Hogwarts (Megan)

«Did you saw how Weasley were looking at us? » Draco sneered

Poor naive, he thinks that I'm in love with him? Really? He has no idea of what I am going to do to him, how I'm going to destroy him and how I'm going to kill his father, that vile.

I take his hand bringing it to my hip.

«I want to have fun, Draco. Let's go somewhere else. »

He smiles at me and takes my face between his hands, giving me a kiss on the side of the mouth.

«That's all? » I ask pretending to be offended. I have to drag him deep with me, he has to reach the peak and then I'll throw him down, fragmenting his soul and his heart until it will not remain nothing of him, not even the memory.

«I'm taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend, there would be exams tomorrow, and then the summer holidays. »

«Hogsmeade? I don't think I'll have fun in Hogsmeade.

I have been there a lot of times already, but you can't know that, poor stupid bratty boy.

With all that said I throw my arms around his neck and I tighten myself to him, he, in return, picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. His breathing becomes uneven and his heart is racing so fast, like if it was about to come out of his chest. My heart has beaten like this too, for a wonderful guy, somebody who loved me that I have not seen in forever, but I would like to.

Now my heart does not beat at all, it is cold, lifeless.

«Let's go to my room...» he whispers almost like he was gasping.

I get off slowly, returning with my feet on the ground without distancing myself from him. I Nod my head and together we head to his room, he closes the door.

«Your roommates are never here? »

«They are always out there making fun the second year's Gryffindors, I often join them but now I have something better to do. » He says quickly while taking off the shirt.

He's sure that I will let him take control...This is going to be fun...

I lay on the bed and lift up my skirt continuously looking at him.

«Are you sure you don't want to catch up with them? » I ask taking off my blouse and throwing it away

Draco joins me on the bed, he's so clumsy, he seems nervous.

Absolutely.

I smirk and I reach him with my leg, laying it on his shoulder.

Have you done it before? » I question trying to not laugh, God!, He's really embarrassed!

He lingers and then nods his head «It's like a piece of cake.» he answers pretending to be confident.

He nears himself and gives me a kiss on the chin, I throw my head back and I burst out laughing.

«Nothing more than this?» I whisper.

Draco seems confused.

I grab his arm and I throw him on the bed, I lay down on him and I kiss him properly. Not wasting time in pleasantries.

Draco! Open the door! I'm Blaise! »

I don't distance myself from him, in fact I start taking off his belt, and he places his hands on my thighs.

«Not now Blaise!» He yells not stopping his gasping.

«But I have to take my Charms book unless I can't prepare myself for the exams.»

«Not now!» He keeps yelling at him; His eyes widen, covering almost entirely the grey of his eyes. If only he was Him.

I stand still for a second rethinking of another pair of grey eyes, those for which my heart was beating.

«Don't mind him, keep going.» he whispers.

But Blaise keep knocking loudly and keeps calling for Draco.

«Damn!» he curses, standing up.

I remain on the bed, in silence, eaten by my own thoughts, my memories.

Draco grabs Blaise's book from one of the bedside cabinets, he opens the door just how much is needed to throw the book outside, then he closes the door and comes back to bed.

«Where we left off?

«You need to study, actually we need to study» I correct myself getting up from the bed.

Draco appear bothered, he brings a hand trough his hair and he slightly tugs them.

«Screw the studying, I want you, now» He utters, getting up.

«But I don't. Not now, at least » I make my way outside but not before of leaving him a kiss on the shoulder, and then I close the door behind me.