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I woke up early the next morning with something on my mind. I couldn't help but notice Malfoy actually, well, caring. From all of Harry's babblings I had always thought of him as a villain. But he was patient, even kind. And now I just couldn't get him out of my head.
I got dressed and walked from the common room to the hall slowly. I smiled at every portrait. By the time I had made it to the hall, there were already other students eating breakfast. Draco wasn't there so I sat with Cho Chang. We had become friends since Luna started dating my now ex boyfriend.
We ate breakfast, talking about various things until the first lesson of the day. I saw Malfoy glance at me as he walked by, being led by April. He turned to her, presumably making up an excuse before walking towards me as I stood, Cho already down the hall.
"Weasley." He adressed me.
"Do you want something? We don't have a session today." I said, pulling my bag higher on my shoulder.
"Yes we do. An OCD session." He said matter of factly. I rolled my eyes and leaned in closer so I could lower my voice.
"I don't have OCD." I practically growled. "Leave me alone." I tried to walk away but to my shock, Malfoy grabbed my arm.
"Stop. Stop denying it. You're just slowing your recovery." I could feel my nostrils flair as I took Malfoys hand, throwing it from my arm.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" I said, surprisingly calmly as I stepped back.
"Come to the library at 8. I have an idea." I stood silent for a moment. Could I really have OCD? It just sounded so... sick. Like a disgusting disease. But even so, all the evidence was there.
"Weaslette." Malfoy spoke up, his arms cross.
"Fine, Ferret." I muttered, grumbling as I made my way to my lesson.
Sorry I'll post more later this is a short transition chapter.
