Chapter: What do I call it?

What do I call it?

It was about 1am when Gillian and Blaise entered the common room. They were pretty happy that they made it through the way to the castle unscathed, today they met a few other students at the Howling Hut at short notice. They had all the alcoholic drinks they could find. They had had a lot of fun, even though there were students from all over the world. Emily was still there, as were most of the students. On their way home they had met a few pretty drunk students, most of whom had stayed overnight on the way. Neither of them had much to drink because they didn't feel like waking up tomorrow with a hangover like many others. That Emily had stayed there had surprised her at first, but when she discovered her Charmate companion, she could understand it well. It was the boy who had asked about Mel that morning. Appropo Mel. What had happened to her and Draco after they had hit?“Gil, look.” She turned her gaze to where Blaise was pointing. A smile crept onto her lips. Draco was sitting on the sofa, he seemed to be asleep. Just like the girl with her head on his lap. With one hand he supported himself on the lene and the other he had placed quite loosely on her hip. In front of them was an open book on Potions and next to it was her essay. “Shall we wake her up?” I asked Blaise. "I would like to see the face of the two of them when they realize that someone has been watching them." "Hm, no. If you wake up tomorrow and see all the others, it will be even more embarrassing." I nodded. That's actually true. “Come on, let's go to sleep.” “It's fine.” He smiled so curiously. He was up to something. I had just stepped on the first step of the stairs when he held my wrist and pulled me towards the boys' dormitory. Now I knew what he was up to.

7 hours in advance

I was almost done with my homework.The only thing missing was the Potions essay. Draco had the book, and so was my group partner. Should I take the book or ask if I could have his essay? Well Hard decision. We should coordinate the essays with one another. Well then, then the essay. “Draco?” He was pretty well versed in his work. Did he even hear me? “Draco?” “What?” He replied rather acutely, which surprised me at first. I must have really gotten used to the fact that he talked to me normally. “Can I have your Potions essay?” He still wasn't looking at me. What was he doing there? "No." "And why? We're in a group, after all." He looked up from his paper for the first time. “Because I'm still on it myself.” Couldn't he have said that? Kind of cool here. what time is it? I looked at my watch and was startled. The dinner. If I wanted to take my books away, I had to hurry. Should I let Draco know?“We should have dinner.” I startled out of my thoughts when I heard his voice. "Yes." why did he tell me that now? I would have left him sitting here. Or? No, rather not. I packed up my books and kept falling down. I sighed. Oh man, what is still happening today? The books I had just dropped were picked up by Draco, he tucked them under his arm and pulled me by the free hand. “Come on.” While we were still on the way to the common room, he let go of my hand so that I walked next to him. When we got there we were quite out of breath. When we were inside we put all the books on a table and were about to leave the room when we heard a well-known and hated voice behind us. "Draco sweetheart, there you are. Oh ?! What do you want?" Pansy Parkinson came running out of the girls' dormitory, when she saw me she stopped and looked at me disapprovingly."Do you hate a Parkison problem?" "Yes, you. Stop flirting with Dracochatz. You have no chance with him anyway." I looked at her in amazement, but before I could reply, Draco stepped in. "Shut up, Parkison." "But Draco. -She had tears in her eyes- you like her more than me?" She was really going to have a crying fit. I was eager to hear Draco's answer. "Yes I do. And now get out of it." She ran away, crying. I looked at him with raised eyebrows. He grabbed my wrist again. "A-bend-es-sen" Then he pulled me behind him. And he really pulled me because he was faster than me. Shortly before the great hall he stopped and let go of my hand. “Come on.” Strangely enough, I followed him too. 4 days ago if I had done something he told me I would have given the bullet. It was pretty quiet in the great hall. Since there were maybe 20 students at each table. Where were they all? Draco sat down, I wasn't sure where to sit, so he just pulled me into the seat next to him.I looked at him questioningly, but he looked away. Why the hell do I have the feeling that he's not looking at me for the second time today? And why do I really want him to look at me? I think I'll get sick. My thoughts were interrupted by a few scraps of words that I heard from a few girls' voices. I looked at her, it was the girls who always hung out with Pansy. Several times I heard my name, as well as Draco's and Pansy's name.
I wasn't really hungry anymore. So I got up and walked out of the great hall without looking at the girls or Draco.

He sighed. Why had Parkinson asked that stupid question too? If he'd lied, Mel would probably have been pissed off. He didn't know why he thought that, but he had the feeling that it would have happened that way. In the past he would have liked it if she had been mad at him. but now? He liked her, he had to admit that. But there was more. A feeling that he couldn't describe.Was that called love? Did he love her? She had just got up, probably because he hadn't noticed her. Why did she mind that he hadn't done that? Did she like him? No! That was utterly impossible. Should he ask her? What if she laughed at him? Then he could go straight to another school. His thoughts were interrupted by angry shouts from the corridor. All students want their looks in the direction and Prof. Mc Gonegall, Snape and Dumbledore already ran there.
I jumped up, while I was going to the starting point of the argument, I heard that it was about two girls and I could already imagine which two it was. When we (the teachers and I) got to their place, I saw the pansy beating Mel crying, but Mel defended herself quite well. Why don't they use their wands? Then I saw the reason for her Parkinson's disease, which was broken a few meters away, with Mels lying on a windowsill."Mrs. Bronxen, Mrs. Parkinson !!! What's going on?" Prof. Dumbledore looked visibly annoyed and worried, Prof. Mc Gonegall and Snape yanking the screaming and punching Pansy away from Mel. "Mrs. Parkinson is enough now. Prof. Snape bring you, please to the hospital wing. Poppy should take care of you." "Nourishingly." Snape walked with Pansy along the corridor where Mel sighed and then slid down the wall . "Don't worry Mrs. Bronxen. Mrs. Parkinson will be staying in the hospital wing tonight. Mr. Malfoy, please take her to the common room." Draco nodded. “Yes Professor.” Dumbledore and Mc Gonegall went back into the great hall, with most of the students who came out walking with them. Pansy "girlfriends" followed her into the hospital wing. "Come on." He held out his hand to Mel, who accepted it with thanks. He got her wand. She still looked a little battered because Parkison probably wrinkled her over her head.When they got to the common room, Draco was about to take them to the dormitory. But she just shook her head. “I still have to do my homework.” “That can wait until tomorrow,” he protested. "No. I would also like to have a complete day off, without homework and school." He couldn't dissuade her from her plan, so he decided to help her. “What else do you have to do?” “Because Potions essay.” Because he still had to finish writing. "Come on then. I don't feel like wrestling myself with the essay until tomorrow morning (stupid word)." She looked at him in surprise when he just let her stand, got the things and then sat on the sofa. “Sit down!” Well then they'd just do their homework together.

"Finished." You must have been working on the essays for two hours and when you had finished writing the last sentence. A sigh escaped them. She put the open book on the floor, grabbed Draco and her essay.Then she leaned against him and closed her eyes. He blushed when he felt her so close to him. She straightened up again, on the one hand he was glad, on the other hand he would have liked to have had her with him longer. Then she did something he hadn't expected. She put her head on his lap and closed her eyes again. "Night Draco." A smile crept onto her lips. At first he wanted to protest but then he smiled too and carefully placed a hand on her hip. She read it, somehow true he was glad about it. "Night." He heard a slight Hm, probably true she was falling asleep.
Should he sleep like this now? That would be something. He thought back to the present day once more, then he too slipped into the realm of dreams.

So that was the next Kapi. But now maybe someone could tell me what Blaise looks like?
By Robin