Rosie couldn't sleep that night. She had heard Bella creep back into their dorm a while after she got back, but she pretended to be asleep. She couldn't face not telling her best friend what had happened, but she also couldn't bear to utter the words out loud.

Even as the autumn sun flooded into their dorm, Rosie remained lying on her back, staring at the ceiling as she had done the whole night- with no intention to get up and go to classes. The previous night had really twisted her mind and she couldn't stop thinking about the silver haired boy. She couldn't stop wondering if he was thinking of her too.

'Rosie get up, we're going to be late for breakfast.' Bella stood over her bed, a concerned eyebrow raised.

Rosie groaned and turned around to bury her face in her pillow. Initially, she had no intention of showing her face in the castle today- she felt as though everyone's eyes would be on her. But the more she pondered over it, the more she realised she wanted to see him again. She wanted to find out anything about him.

'Bella...please pull me up.' Rosie pouted and stretched her arms out, giving her friend a cheeky grin as she took hold of her hands and helped her sit upright.

'You baby.'

'I hope there's waffles for breakfast i'm starving.'

Rosie began to slowly get dressed, fuzzy from a night of no sleep. She almost fell over when trying to put a leg in her jeans. To make matters worse, she had a splitting hangover, which was surprising since during the heated events of the night, she had quickly sobered up.

Along their way to the Great Hall, Bella explained ecstatically her night at the party. She had met a really cute griffindor boy and they talked the whole night, realising they had loads in common, including a crippling passion for herbology. Rosie realised with a flush of embarrassment how different their nights had been.

'Which one is he then?' Rosie giggled, nudging Bella as they walked through the doors of the great hall. Bella stopped walking and scanned the table of red wizards until a bright smile grew on her face.

'Him.' She pointed shyly. 'His name's Neville and oh Merlin he is so sweet. He's meeting me in the library later and we're going to be studying ahead for our first herbology lesson of the year tomorrow. I really really like him, Rosie.'

Rosie's heart warmed as she watched her friend continue to talk animatedly about Neville. Now that Bella had pointed him out, she realised she recognised him from her potions class. She had never spoken to him, and neither had Bella until the party; it really had brought the most unlikely of pairs together.

They took their seats at the hufflepuff table, and to Rosie's delight there were waffles. She stacked her plate and began vigorously demolishing them. All the while, she scanned the great hall for a certain silver haired boy. She was curious as to which house he was in, but she already had quite a good idea.

Sure enough, she locked eyes once again with his cold, grey stare. It felt strangely familiar. She could tell he had already been watching her, and a heat rose to her cheeks. She gave a faint smile, but in return, to her dismay, he curled his lip and looked away. Her smile faltered.

'Who's he?' She asked Ollie, a sixth year who was sat next to her. She nodded her head in the direction of the boy that had haunted her mind all night.

'Rosie you're joking right?' Ollie furrowed his brows in confusion, giving her a strange stare. 'That's Draco Malfoy...his dad is Lucius Malfoy whos honestly the most entitled prick that i've met. Guess that's where Draco gets it. I'm surprised you haven't bumped into Draco yet, he has a habit of making himself known.'

You have no idea, Rosie thought to herself.

'Oh.' She replied. 'What do you mean when you said Draco was an entitled prick?' She hated premature judgement, and always wanted to see the best in people, but from what she had gathered so far, Ollie's description seemed unfortunately accurate.

'Rosie, he's a bully.' Ollie looked at her with sudden seriousness. 'Don't even go there, he'll make your life hell.'

Rosie didn't reply, watching Draco as he sat at the Slytherin table. He made eye contact with her again, and she could see his fists curl tighter around his fork. Why was he so angry? She wanted desperately to go over to him and have a conversation, to understand what he had wanted with her from the start, but from the aggression in his eyes she knew it was an unwise decision.

Draco couldn't keep her eyes off her. He had seen her walk into the Great Hall, giggling with some other irrelevant girl. He felt a stab of jealousy in his chest as he watched her laugh and joke with the other hufflepuffs around her at their table. What could they possibly be saying that was so hilarious? Stupid little hufflepuffs were always so bloody cheerful.

His gaze hardened as he caught her big brown eyes looking back at him. She had a mixture of surprise and gentleness on her features as she gave him a small smile. This was way too personal, way too awkward. What was this mess? Ordinarily Draco would have already moved on from a girl from the night before, but this particular little hufflepuff tormented his mind. He hated it. And so he hated her for it. Giving her a look of disgust, he broke their eye contact and tried his best to ignore her. He could not afford to get mixed up with that. Draco didn't know why he felt this way, but it was disgustingly like nothing he had ever felt before.

'Crabbe,' He said, turning to the beefy Slytherin on his right to try and distract himself, 'isn't that your seventh pancake this morning you nauseating toad?' His lip curled in distaste as he watched the other boy engulf more syrupy gloop. Just the sight of the stack of cholesterol made Draco's stomach flip.

He picked at a few blueberries on his own plate with a fork, stabbing at them absently and seeing how many he could get on each prong. Anything to avoid looking at her again.

But he did.

And she was already looking his way, concern etched onto her pretty face. Draco tightened his grip on his fork in frustration. The irritation look over him and he slammed his fork on the table, not giving his friends sat around him a glance as he stormed out of the Great Hall. He needed to compose himself.

Sitting on a windowsill in a corridor, Draco fiddled with his rings as he contemplated how to play out the situation. What he really wanted was to slam her against another desk and fuck her harder than before; he wanted to hear those innocent, delicate moans from her full red lips again. It bothered him that he had never noticed her before. They were in their fifth year and not once had he properly acknowledged her. He wished he never had. She was a mistake that he was now stuck with.

'Draco...'

A soft voice snapped him out of his angry thoughts. He raised his head and in surprise caught sight of her. He quickly hid his surprise and masked it with a scowl. Her honey eyes were wide with questions and she was biting her lip with anxiety. His eyes lingered on her lips for a second too long and her face flushed pink. Oh how he wanted to bite that lip himself.

Fuck, he thought to himself, fix it Draco.

'What do you want?' He said, his tone monotone and indifferent. He stared at her with hostility and boredom.

'I-,' She faltered with her words, wringing her hands together to try and calm her nerves, 'I don't know.'

Irritation surged through Draco. Didn't she realise how much of a complication she was? How much of a complete anomaly she was?

'Don't waste my time then.' He said cooly, and began to walk away. He could tell she remained in her position, stunned, but he just wanted her to piss off so he could get on with his life. He didn't need a stupid hufflepuff girl ruining his reputation and playing with his mind.

Rosie was in shock by what had just happened. She didn't know what she expected, but definitely not that. He acted as if he didn't even remember her. She felt so stupid that she couldn't get him off her mind. As he left she got a waft of his intoxicating cologne and it caused unholy memories to come flooding back into her mind from the previous night.

Why had he been so rude? It wouldn't have been hard to say a simple hello, or ask if she slept well. If she was being honest with herself, she had no idea what the required etiquette was for this type of situation, but she just knew she felt something stronger for Draco that needed to be explored.  She couldn't ignore that feeling.