I watched Harry plunge into dark waters, I held my breath waiting for him to come to the surface...I waited and waited. I spun my head around to observe the crowd and I could see everyone was thinking the same. Where the fuck was Harry Potter?

I heard Neville shout and then with the biggest sigh of relief that had left my body for a while there he was, just flipping out the surface. I shouted with happiness so loud I don't even know if what I said was English! Just as the crowd was beginning to calm I heard someone scoff behind me.

"Got a soft spot for Potter have we?" His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I didn't bother moving my head I just kept concentrating on the waters surface for any movement. "Jealous are we?" I kept my face as straight as I could.

"Of Potter?" He let out a forced fake laugh. The anger flooded over my body, he couldn't deny his stares or his uncharacteristic acts of kindness. I saw how he looked at me, whether he hated me or not I saw the looks. Or was I really just going crazy....was this in my head. Was I capable of being looked at like that, like how he looked at Fleur or how the girls looked at Harry or....how Harry sometimes looked at me.

"Shut up Malfoy" my jaw clenched.

I then felt a force on the nape of my neck. A sudden rush filled by body, I felt like I was going to crumble at his touch. His hand had encapsulated me, his fingers gripping me just enough to hitch my breathing and show me the power he had over me. I could see his face coming closer to me and then with almost a whisper "Me, Jealous? Is that what you want Ivy?" His hand slowly released me and with that I felt like I was going to collapse to the ground. I had never felt anything like this is my life. I tried my best to turn around to see him but I was too late he'd gone into the crowd.

-

It had been two weeks since I had my encounter with Draco and to say it had consumed me would be an understatement. My head spiralling constantly, even my dreams revolved around him and I hated myself for it. He was a terrible person who found pleasure in making others feel weaker than him and he did a good job of it. If Harry even suspected anything I knew I would lose him, I enjoyed having him as a friend so much because he was the only thing that felt like normality and comfort just like my dad, they had similar qualities and sometimes when he spoke I felt like he was there. He made me laugh and always made sure I was ok which is more than I can say for Draco. In fact I think he enjoyed my pain and suffering.

"So Ivy baby, how does it feel to look so good"

"Shut up, Blaise" I shook off his comment.

"C'mon Ivy, stop trying to get in the way of fate! Me and you!" He leaned back on his chair.

"Shut. Up"

"Look let me take you out just one ti-."

"She said shut up Blaise" my head flung round to see Draco staring straight at Blaise. I was in pure shock, what? What has just happened?.

"Alright chill mate just having a laugh" Blaise laughed and looked back to his book. Draco's eyes were already on me, his face deadly serious but this time his eyes didn't look as cold. They looked at me not through me.

I looked at him a little longer before miming "thank you" as gently as I could. He replied with a simple nod before going back to his work.

"Now...everyone for your next assignment you will be in pairs. Everything on the sheet I am handing out must be completed by Thursday. Your partner will be the person you are sat next to" Snape drawled.

My stomach did a flip, this really is not what I needed right now.

"So when do you want to start?" I tried my best to smile.

"Meet me in the common room at 9" he got up with his stuff and started walking away.

"Oh I mean that's a little later than I wanted to...ok and he's gone..."

-

8.57pm and I could taste my dinner. I tried to give myself a last minute check but began scrutinising every single detail. "Just walk away" I began backing away from the mirror.

Pansy scoffed purposely loud "Talking to yourself again Drayheart, you sound more like a Hufflepuff to me. Clearly your parents didn't know how to raise a proper Slytherin-."

"It's none of your business how my parents raised me Pansy. So why don't you keep your mouth shut for a change". I snapped. Before I realised how hateful my words were they were already out my mouth. Pansy simply raised her eyebrows and got back to her book, clearly not bothered by cruel words.

I shrugged off our conversation and started heading for the door. I took my final deep breath and I was on my way to see Draco.