Not HIM?!?! But it's bloody Malfoy... 1

The silence between you and Draco lasts the whole morning. In a way it was remarkable how well the two of you could communicate without words. You even managed to have a fight without a single word being said out loud. If both of you allows it, you can read each other like books. You can take one look at his handsome face and understand what he means. Same thing counts for you. Maybe it wasn't that bloody fantastic; death glares and hand movements are quite easy to understand, but you found it slightly amazing. How long the silence would last mostly was up to you, seeing as not saying things is a hard task for you to handle. When you had entered the Great Hall this morning Harry had shouted you over, and now you were sitting next to Draco on the bench with Harry across from you. You are a little surprised that Draco didn't object to sitting with the Gryffindors, but it was probably his stubbornness not to be the one losing "the silence game". Harry was beaming at you from his side of the table and you wondered what the source of all this joy was. "What's up Harry?" you ask while helping yourself to some toast. It feels a bit strange to break the silence.

"Quidditch tryouts today," he says with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"When?" you practically shout, not caring to hide your excitement.

"Six o' clock, sharp. You don't want to be late or the captain will be mad." His grin widens, but you can't understand why he would be so happy about it.

"Wait… What about him?" You tilt your head, indicating Draco.

"What about him?" Harry looks confused, and then it looks like it clicks. "Oh... He'll have to tag along..." he says.

"No!! I'm going to Dumbledore during lunch! He'll probably understand." Harry nods his head. "But who is this year’s captain?" You ask and scan the table. There are no really good players in the seventh year, so you can't imagine who will be captain.

"You're looking at him," Harry says and you understand why he has been grinning all the time. A snort comes from Draco and you skillfully ignore it.

"That's great, Harry! No one is better fit for the job!" Harry smiles at you.

"Are you trying to suck up to the captain, Sam?" he asks with a small smile. You stick out your tongue at him, and you can feel Draco roll his eyes.

"Always so mature," he drawls out.

"Shut it, ferret boy," you snap back, and the silence between you two is gone...

"I just can't understand why you always must have your way!" you tell Draco, irritated. For some reason he refuses to go to the Slytherin History of Magic, and wants to go to Transfiguration with the Gryffindors instead. "Is it just because it was my proposal?" He starts pushing you towards the Transfiguration classroom, and says something you can't hear. "What?"

"It’s so early in the morning! I'm going to fall asleep and get another detention!" You smirk, trying to imagine Draco asleep on the desk. "Besides, why don't you want to go to a Gryffindor class?" he eyes you suspiciously.

"It's with Ravenclaw. It's awful with so many know-it-alls in the morning. AND it's a bloody double class!" You throw your hands up in the air for a dramatic effect.

"I don't want to go to my class, you don't want to go to your class... What to do?" he says slowly, and you know exactly what he is thinking.

"You're not feeling so well, are you Draco? You have a little headache perhaps? I think we should go to the hospital wing," you say in a fake caring voice.

"Yes, I'm really not feeling so well," he replies in a nice little fake pouting voice. Ten minutes later you and Draco are sitting in The Room stuffing your faces with popcorn and watching "Mission Impossible".

I have gotten Draco Malfoy to like a muggle thing! That's admirable! He's so into it! He looks sort of cute when he is staring at the TV... I didn't just think that!! I did... Let's just pretend that it didn't happen. Fine by me! After thinking that you just sort of continue looking at Draco. It's not like you're staring at him, it's more studying. For obvious reasons, your little study doesn't go unnoticed.

"Am I that fascinating?" Draco gives you a short look before returning to the TV.

"Yes." Lying your way out of situations like this never was your thing.

"Why?" His gaze again returns to the TV.

"Because you're such a fascinating creature!" you say stressing fascinating.

"Okay." Both of you reach for popcorn at the Same time, and before you even realize what's happening, his lips are pressed against yours. For the second time you are caught in Draco Malfoy's skillful kiss. He doesn't waste any time and pushes you down on the couch, trapping you. Unlike the last time you are unable to escape. Not that you mind.

Oh Merlin! I'm doing it again... Can't... resist... those... lips! Wrong as it might be you give in to his kiss. Much like the last time your head goes blank and all you concentrate on is the present. Him on top of you, kissing your lips so roughly with a passion you had never felt before. He strokes your hands from your palm and down to your waist making you shiver under his touch. You feel him smile at this and it obviously motivates him because the kiss gets deeper and hungrier. A shriek makes Draco jump right off you and onto the floor. In the process he knocks over the popcorn bowl sending popcorn flying all over the place. As popcorn not so gracefully lands in your hair, you spot the source of the noise: Persephone. In her beak she holds a quill, and she's sitting on top of a piece of parchment. It looks like she got sick of waiting for you to reply to your mother's letter. Strange as it might sound, you can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed by the whole situation. Your owl flew in on you while Draco was kissing you! Persephone isn't a human being, but you have always felt that she was smarter than many of the people you knew. Draco is still on the floor, his back down and staring up at the ceiling. Clueless as to what else you should do, you start to answer your mum.

Hi Mum!

I'm quite fine. Be sure to notice the quite, I'll come back to that part later. The train ride was enjoyable. Unfortunately I must tell you that it's a tad too late for the "don't get in trouble" part. I don't know how to explain it, but I have detention. It's a week long, and I have to serve it with Draco Malfoy, you know the muggle-hating jerk? I think I've told you about him. We sort of got each other into detention, and Dumbledore thought it a great idea to teach us some kind of lesson. Now I can't step more than three meters away from the git! I'll survive it, but I can't guarantee the Same on his behalf. Anyways, I miss you and the little bugger too. Give him my love, and torment him a little for me. I must go to class now, and can you send some of your cookies? Please? I hope you are well!

Love always, your daughter

Ps. Thank you for sending my necklace.

When you have finished your letter and are sending Persephone away with it, you turn slowly towards Draco. "I think we should head to next class." As expected he nods his head, gets up from the floor, takes his things, and goes out in the hallway without a single word. You follow him, and take up your schedule. "I've got Defense Against The Dark Arts. You?"

"Same."

While wandering down the hall in uncomfortable silence a thought hits you. "Who's our teacher in Defense Against The Dark Arts this year?"

~Draco’s pov~

"Who's our teacher in Defense Against The Dark Arts this year?" Draco hears Sam say something, but he is too occupied not thinking about what just happen to register what she said.

Uhh... What did she say? I'll just keep quiet.

"Is there something the all-mighty Malfoy DOESN'T know?" She says in a fake shocked voice.

What is it that I don't know?

"What is the world coming to???"

Argh! Damn it, she's insulting me, and I don't know why! So annoying. Hmm. I wonder who's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. Can't remember seeing anybody at the feast.

Sam and Draco take a seat at the back of the classroom, pushing their chairs as far away from each other as possible. The whole class is, for a change, completely silent, every single person's eyes are fixed on the teacher's entrance. When somebody finally steps into the room, Draco can't help but be a little shocked. The teacher is plain. There is no other word for her. There is nothing special about her at all. In the five years Draco has attended Hogwarts, not once has the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher been plain. There had been a stuttering weirdo with a turban, a self- loving writer, a werewolf, a crazy old auror who turned out to be a Death Eater and a power crazed woman with a thing for making new rules every five minutes. The woman that stands before the class now with an insecure smile on her lips seems to be perfectly normal. She is 40ish with brown hair in a tight bun and a kind face. Draco can't help but be a little disappointed; the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is normally the only refreshing thing about a new year at school. And there is absolutely nothing refreshing about this woman.

"Hello class. My name is Jane Glade, blah blah blah...." Draco easily shuts her voice out; it was just so ordinary. Instead his thoughts drift away.

Why on earth did I kiss her again? I think I was temporarily mentally unstable. Yes, that's it! I declare myself mentally unstable in the moment of action. Maybe if I pretend like it never happened she'd forget about it? Ha! Who am I kidding? No one, and I mean no one, forgets about a kiss from Draco Malfoy! Girls practically live off the memory of my kiss... I'm so self-loving. But who can blame me?

"So now you know a little more about me," Professor Glade finishes with a smile.

What did she say?