Today my forst is dark. The trees are sad and the butterflies have broken wings.

- Raine Cooper

I only saw Eleanor once more during Easter break, when her family came over for supper. She wore one of those dresses my mum had bought for her. Structured and modest, but somehow very alluring.

And it was torture. Although I'd never admit it, Eleanor was properly attractive. She made me want to kiss her.

At school it was easy to get her alone. Every Monday and Thursday we were alone for at least an hour. Patrol suddenly seemed a whole lot more interesting than it had been in these past few months.

But at home, not so much. My parents would interrogate me into the depths of the Earth if I suddenly started hanging out with her and I'd prefer them not to ask questions. The developments between Eleanor and I were purely physical and I knew my mum would start planning the wedding if she found out.

This was just fun for a little while, we both knew that.

But that didn't mean that it was any less frustrating to ignore her that day. It used to be a breeze, but it was different now. It was like a drug, addictive and highly illegal.

Just for fun, but I wasn't ready to give up that fun just yet.

So when the train rolled out of King's Cross station again, I had about enough of it. The train was almost empty anyway as very few students went home over Easter break. So Eleanor Selwyn definitely wouldn't choose to sit with someone if other options were available.

I strolled through the hallway, glancing in every compartment. I found her somewhere in the middle, her nose in a spell book.

I slid open the door, which caused her eyes to shoot up. The corner of her lips went upwards very shortly.

"Malfoy, to what do I owe this pleasure?" she asked, putting her book away. I closed the door of the compartment and cast the disillusionment charm. I didn't need anyone seeing us together. I walked over to her and put my hands on the wall on either side of her face. She didn't seem fazed, like last time. She just cocked a brow and stared back intensely.

"It's been a little hard to get you alone, Selwyn", I whispered. Her eyes darted to my lips for a millisecond and I knew that she was thinking the exact same thing.

"People could walk in, don't", she said, glancing at the door.

"Taken care of that", I said, lifting up her chin with my index finger.

"You think you're so desirable, don't you?" she said, standing up to minimize the height difference. She wasn't short, but still smaller than me.

"Am I not?"

In a swift second she had turned the tables. She pushed me down onto the seat and leaned over like I had done to her. I was surprised to say the least.

"You've still got a lot to learn", she said softly, moving slightly closer. I smelled it again. Her scent of white roses and fresh mint, but there were no berries this time.

"Then teach me", I whispered before closing the gap.

I held her waist tightly and pulled her onto my lap. The kiss displayed hunger and a whole lot of desire. How could a girl that I disliked provoke such a wanting?

She pulled away gently and trailed small kisses along my jawline. Her lips were so incredibly soft and I never wanted them to leave my skin. I gently put my hand below her jaw and brought her back up to my lips. She was a drug.

She pulled back and looked at me for a while. I didn't like it when she did that. It made this too personal, so I averted my eyes.

"I'm going to get changed. We'll be arriving soon", she said and just like that, she was gone. This was such a terrible idea.

"Lea, finally!" Daphne called out as I arrived at the common room.

"Hello", I smiled and accepted her hug. Her eyes lit up as she spotted the second new arrival.

"Hi Draco", she said as she pulled back.

"Selwyn", Draco said after just shortly acknowledging Daphne's greeting. "You forgot your book on the train", he said and handed me the spellbook I was reading before he rudely interrupted me.

"Oh, thank you", I mumbled, stuffing it in my bag.

"You sat in a compartment with Draco?" Daphne asked suspiciously. "Why would you do that?" There was no excuse for Draco finding the book and knowing it was mine without having shared a compartment, so I just shrugged.

"My mother insisted on it because there was barely anyone on the train." Daphne just stared at me for a while, a frown on her face. "Come on Greengrass", I grinned. "I want to have a girls night with hot chocolate after having spent a week in uncomfortable dresses", I said. A smile broke out on her face and she nodded.

Daphne went to fetch some hot chocolate whilst I took a long, hot shower, finally being able to use my berry shampoo again. Tracey had joined us too, so it was bound to become a fun night.

"Okay, Daphne", Tracey laughed. "Kiss, marry, kill, your options are Ron Weasley, Harry Potter and Seamus Finnigan." I wiped the happy tears from my eyes. We had been doing this for almost half an hour and it was the utmost fun.

"You've got to be kidding me? There's simply no good option", Daphne laughed, smacking Tracey's upper arm.

"You have to make a choice, Greengrass", she sniggered, sipping from her drink.

"Okay, okay", Daphne said, thinking about it for a while. "I would marry Ron Weasley, because at least he's a pure-blood", she said. "And then I'd kill Potter because he's just bloody annoying and I would unfortunately kiss Finnigan." I imagined Daphne with Seamus Finnigan and couldn't contain the laughter.

"Oh, quite laughing, Selwyn. You're up next", Daphne mocked.

"Okay, okay, give it to me."

"Kiss, marry, kill, the options are Blaise, Goyle and Draco."

"Easy, kill Goyle, kiss Draco and marry Blaise", I said in a heartbeat. It really wasn't much of a choice.

"Wait, you wouldn't kill Draco?" Daphne frowned. Bloody hell.

"No, my parents would kill me if I did", I tried to recover, forcing myself to look as casual as possible.

"It's just a game. I thought you would have chosen to kiss Goyle", she shrugged.

"Goyle? Gross", I huffed.

"And the idea of kissing Draco does not gross you out?" she retorted. The smile had been wiped off her face. She was putting me in a very tricky position here. Why was she getting suspicious all of a sudden?

"Of course it does, I just looked at it more realistically." I was lying to my best friend without batting an eye.

"Just drop it, okay? It's just a game", I sighed. Everything with Draco was all just a game.

"You promised me, remember?" she said.

"Promised what."

"That you'd tell me. You'd tell me if you ever caught feelings for him. You told me that just two weeks ago", Daphne said.

"Well I don't have bloody feelings for him!" I snapped. "Why are you going on about that? Can't I just be happy that he's stopped insulting me every second?!"

"It's just not normal-", Daphne sputtered.

"No, what's not normal is the fact that you can't think of anything else than him. Every time you see him you have to drool over him and every time he's around you follow him like a puppy!" I scoffed. I didn't know why I was so angry at her, but I was. 'We were having a perfectly enjoyable night and you just ruined it."

I pushed the blanket away and walked out of the room. I had already said too much.

Maybe it was the stress. I had to tell her, but I couldn't. Draco would murder me if I told anyone about it. Besides, she told me to tell her if I had feelings for him. That wasn't the case. I didn't have feelings for Draco bloody Malfoy.