Thursday, February 23rd, 1995. Detention with Professor McGonagall.
It was the first time I had gotten detention and I was happy Draco had to come with me. It was already late afternoon when we went to Professor McGonagall on Thursday.
Happily we didn't have to clean the innumerable cups in the trophy room, as I had feared at first, we just had to write an essay. The subject was not an easy one, but I finished pretty quickly. Professor McGonagall thought we finished too early, so she gave us the task of checking our essays and, at best, writing a little more.
But even after checking my essay for the fourth time, I couldn't find anything that could have been improved.
Draco seemed to be in the same situation, I felt his gaze on me. I turned around, just to check if I was right - and apparently I was. His head rested on his right hand and he was watching me.
I instantly recognized the look on his face. I knew what he was thinking about. Quickly I turned my head back to avoid getting caught by Professor McGonagall, but I could still feel his gaze on me. It was the look with which he watched me since we first met, just me, no other girl.
His look was filled with desire. I knew he would have preferred to be alone with me at that moment and I felt the same way. I would have loved to be close to him again, my body leaning against his, just hugging him.
„Well as I see both of you seem to have finished the task. You're free to go. Please go to your dormitory, I don't want you wandering around in the castle this late - and I will know if you do. I hope this has been a lesson for the two of you." Professor McGonagall said, as she looked up from her papers. I stood up, gave her my essay and left the room. As I walked around the first corner I could already hear Dracos footsteps following me and as soon as I entered another corridor I felt his hand grabbing me at my shoulder and turning me around.
"You're not really going to the dormitory are you?" he said smirking. Just as I was about to answer that I didn't want to get in trouble again he put his thumb at my lips.
His eyes met mine.
His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me closer. I let my hands slide onto his back, having no intentions of letting him go soon. I just needed him today. Finally I could take in his smell again.
I never wanted this to end. I didn't want him to leave.
And I hoped he felt the same way.